After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

"Master, are you back? The old lady is waiting for you!"

As soon as Shen Xunzhou entered the living room of the manor, he saw the old lady wearing reading glasses sitting on the sofa, picking and choosing from various documents in front of her.

"What are you watching at this time of night?"

"Looking at the information!"

Shen Xunzhou took a closer look, rolled up his sleeves and spread out the paper to take a closer look: "Personal information?"

"Whose family are you trying to be a matchmaker for?"

The old lady glanced at Shen Xunzhou: "I am already old, do I still have the energy to act as a matchmaker for other families?"

"What are you doing?" Shen Xunzhou was a little confused: "Shen Mang?"

"What? Is Shen Mang gay? Should I introduce a woman to her?" The old lady stared at him angrily.

Shen Xunzhou vaguely guessed something.

He rolled up his sleeves and sat down, letting Aunt Xu pour him a glass of warm water: "I don't have the mindset of getting married right now."

"Not now? Will there be later?"

Shen Xunzhou took the water from Aunt Xu and thanked her: "Let's go with the flow."

"Don't talk nonsense in front of me. I'm not your subordinate." The old lady looked at him, "You're still going with the flow. Whose flow are you going with? When you think the time is right, the girl might already be holding a baby."

Shen Xunzhou drank a sip of water nonchalantly: "Where did you hear these rumors from?"

"Do you like Wen Jin?"

Shen Xunzhou admitted generously: "I like her, but now is not the right time. She is still studying, and I have just started my career."

"If it's not the right time now, then when will it be the right time? Or is it not the right time with Wen Jin?" The old lady asked step by step. Seeing that Shen Xunzhou did not respond, she pushed the personal information in front of him and said, "That's perfect. If it's not suitable for Wen Jin, then you should be suitable for someone else. You pick one of these people, and I'll take care of the rest. You only need to take one day to attend the marriage registration. You can start your career, and it will definitely not hinder you."

"If you're bored, I'll let Shen Mang stay with you for a few days?"

The old lady was angry: "You said I'm free?"

"Aren't you just idle? Is it useful for you to force me? Wen Jin listened to me and married her? Then what? I was busy with my career while she read her books? I couldn't see her for ten days or half a month and left her alone at home?"

"If I really did that, how would it be any different from tricking someone into marriage and then killing them?"

"This era is different from your era. The temptations in society are so great that accidents are inevitable in the process of exploring human nature. In your time, waiting for a man for ten or eight years alone in an empty room was considered to be a sign of love and loyalty. In this era, if a woman waits for a man for ten or eight years, she will be considered an idiot."

"It's not just killing someone's life that makes you a murderer. Killing a person's spirit is also a murderer."

Shen Xunzhou finished the last sip of water in the cup and placed it on the coffee table: "Go to bed early. I'm going back to the company."

Aunt Xu, who was standing by, saw that the grandfather and grandson had a strange tone and didn't dare to say a word for a long time.

When seeing someone about to leave, he advised: "It's so late, sleep at home! There is always work to do."

"No, I'll start my career as soon as possible and let the old lady see her granddaughter-in-law as soon as possible."

He can't wait any longer.

The longer the battle lasts, the less secure I feel. I don't want to make the same mistake again.

It's a rare opportunity to start over.

Shen Xunzhou's car had just left the yard when Song Jinzhi came downstairs in a silk pajamas and looked at the old lady on the sofa: "Has Xunzhou come back yet?"

The old lady snorted, did not respond to Song Jinzhi's words, and went into the room on the first floor.

"Madam, the old lady had a few arguments with the young master, and the young master left."

"Ah?" Song Jinzhi paused: "What did you talk about?"

Her son's temper, although not the best, was definitely good. He was humble and polite to his elders. How could he do something like quarreling with an old lady?

"Just... Miss Wen."

Song Jinzhi frowned: "Why are we talking about her for no reason?"

Aunt Xu was about to say something.

The old lady called her from inside the house.

She looked at Song Jinzhi apologetically, and the latter waved his hand, motioning her to go.

The next morning, Song Jinzhi saw that the old lady looked unhappy, so he coaxed someone to accompany him for a walk.

Aunt Xu tried to persuade her, saying that she had been bored at home for too long and that without being exposed to new things, it was inevitable that she would have conflicts of ideas with young people.

The old lady listened and agreed.

"Let's go shopping first. When we're done, we can have a meal with Xun Zhou. Don't you think so?"

“No matter how busy you are, you still have to eat!”

The old lady snorted, "I won't eat with him. He calls me an idiot."

Aunt Xu: ........ "No way! Don't provoke me, I was here the whole time last night!"

When Song Jinzhi heard this, he thought, fortunately, fortunately, if this person really scolded him.

Shen Changze will have to skin him alive.

..............

"Momo, what do you think of this bracelet?"

"It looks pretty good," Wen Mo nodded.

When the salesperson saw Zhao Wan'er's eyes fall on this bracelet, he immediately took out another one and said, "Mrs. Wen, you have good taste. This pair of bracelets is a new sister model of our store this year. I heard that you have two daughters. This is tailor-made for you!"

As soon as the words "two daughters" came out, Zhao Wan'er's face changed, and she said in a light tone: "Bad luck."

Salesperson:.........

Wen Mo followed the salesperson's instructions and held out her hand for someone to try on: "They look good, I'll take both!"

"You want two?"

Wen Mo responded obediently: "Is it okay?"

“Wrap it up!”

The salesman was sweating from all the ups and downs.

When someone wants something, I immediately find the box, pack it up, and ask someone to issue a receipt.

As if afraid that someone will regret it.

"You want two bracelets. Do you want to give one to Wen Jin?"

Wen Mo blinked and evasively responded: "No, don't think too much."

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking! Don't give it to her."

"She doesn't deserve it."

Tsk——a cold snort sounded from behind.

Zhao Wan'er looked back and saw Song Jinzhi standing behind her with a gloomy face.

"Mrs. Shen, what a coincidence?"

"Who is this?" Song Jinzhi would occasionally see her once or twice at gatherings of wealthy wives, but she had never seen the old lady next to her before.

"I'm your father," the old lady said angrily, "I've heard for a long time that Madam Wen is extremely partial and treats her eldest daughter and youngest daughter very differently. Now it seems to be true. A bracelet worth tens of thousands of dollars can make you say that she doesn't deserve it. I guess you must have abused her a lot in your daily life, right?"