So cool! Grab the scumbag's inheritance and become his aunt

Well--

Mobile phone vibration.

On WeChat, Mu Tingyun sent her the address of a high-end luxury brand.

Followed by a text message: [After get off work, I will take you over to try out the new models that have just arrived? ]

The Mu family is a wealthy and prominent family with many rules and requirements, and there are also strict regulations on women's dress when holding family banquets.

Short skirts that expose the knees are not allowed to be worn, as Mu Tingyun's father believes that legs are a relatively private part of the body.

Shen He: [Okay, my grandma is also in the studio, how about we have dinner together tonight? ]

Mu Tingyun: [Then I'll make the arrangements. I'll go try on clothes tomorrow night.]

When it was almost time to get off work, Mu Tingyun's driver came to the studio in advance to pick up Shen He and Su Jin.

He said, "Ms. Shen, Mr. Mu is delayed by something and can't come to pick you and the old man up in person. I'll take you to the hotel first, and Mr. Mu will be there later."

"It's troublesome."

Shen He helped Su Jin get into the car and was taken to a high-end private restaurant by the driver.

The restaurant is hidden behind a skyscraper.

The gate looked ordinary, with a lantern hanging on each side, and a wooden door lintel hanging on the front door, with two words written on it with a brush:

Enjoy the taste.

Shen He was staring at the two words in a trance when Mu Tingyun came over.

As the weather got warmer, he took off his suit jacket and hung it on his arm. He rolled up his shirt to reveal his strong forearms and a watch on his wrist that was worth the price of a house.

"Hello grandma."

After greeting Su Jin, Mu Tingyun saw that Shen He was very interested in the words on the door, and took the initiative to tell the origin of it: "This word is the work of the young calligraphy master Night Walker."

"Do you know the Night Walker?"

"I don't know, but this character is indeed well written." It has both elegance and displays unruliness and wildness.

Through these words, Shen He could vaguely imagine the image of a night walker.

He must be a naturally proud and unruly person.

Seeing that Mu Tingyun seemed to recognize Night Walker, Shen He couldn't help but ask curiously: "Do you know Teacher Night Walker?"

Mu Tingyun deliberately pretended to be mysterious: "Not only do I know him, you know him too. Guess who it is."

Does she know him?

"how old?"

Mu Tingyun: "He is only a few years older than us, very young."

Or a very young gentleman?

A pair of cold eyes suddenly popped up in Shen He's mind, and his heart began to tremble slightly.

Pursing her red lips, Shen He said hesitantly: "Could it be your uncle?"

Mu Tingyun was very surprised and nodded, saying, "You guessed it right. You are really smart."

Shen He was just saying it casually, but he didn't expect that his guess would really be successful.

"Although my uncle has not joined the calligraphy association, he has always been a legend in the calligraphy world."

"When he was young, he was a leader in my country's youth calligraphy group. He was best at Ouyang Xun's calligraphy and was known as the successor of Ouyang Xun's calligraphy style. He was highly respected by young calligraphers."

"It was not until he was 23 that he was accidentally discovered to be the mysterious landscape painting master Night Walker. He became famous overnight."

"And Night Walker had already been famous for ten years before that."

In other words, when Song Jingcheng was only 13 years old, his landscape paintings had already been recognized by the entire calligraphy community.

How amazing this is!

"Your uncle is so amazing." Shen He thought for a moment and said, "At that time, there must have been a lot of people who wanted to get to know your uncle."

Mu Tingyun summed up the grand scene in one sentence: "The threshold of the Song family was worn down during that period."

That was really lively.

"It is said that there are top talents in every profession, and your uncle is an expert in every profession. His genes are amazing."

Mu Tingyun worshipped Song Jingcheng blindly. Hearing this, he said, "My uncle has such good genes, he should have more children. It's a pity that his health is getting worse and worse. I'm afraid he won't have children in this lifetime."

Shen He thought to himself: Don't worry, my dear nephew, I will try my best to have a good baby with your uncle as soon as possible.

I hope that by then, you won't regret what you said today.

"Okay, let's go inside with grandma and sit down and talk."

Mu Tingyun was very caring towards Su Jin and helped Su Jin all the way into the restaurant.

*

The restaurant is simply decorated. The yard is paved with stone slabs, there are several tea tables, and a pomegranate tree is planted in the southeast corner.

It is early spring now, and the pomegranate trees are sprouting new buds, looking full of vitality.

Seeing Shen He standing in the yard in a trance, Mu Tingyun thought it was her first time here, so he told her: "The owner of this restaurant is surnamed Xie."

"However, my uncle is the investor of this store."

"Although this restaurant has ordinary decoration, it never lacks business."

Who comes here to eat just for the food itself?

That was all to curry favor with Song Jingcheng.

But this was not the first time Shen He came here.

In the previous life, a few days before Song Jingcheng passed away, he specially hosted a banquet here to entertain Shen He.

Only Shen He was invited.

Although Shen He felt strange, he still changed into decent clothes and came to the hotel on time to keep the appointment.

Shen He still remembers what happened that day.

It was early October and the weather was slightly chilly. Song Jingcheng was wearing a smoky grey suit and was as thin as a stick of firewood. Sitting in a wheelchair, he gave people the illusion of being frail.

Perhaps it was a last burst of energy, the face, which always looked pale and weak in the past, was now filled with a rare rosy glow.

He sat in front of the pomegranate tree, his face more charming than the rosy pomegranates.

As soon as Shen He walked into the yard, she ran into a man sitting in a wheelchair, reading a stack of documents in his hands. She was a little dazed at the time.

She always heard people say what a handsome and outstanding man Song Jingcheng was.

But ever since Shen He met Song Jingcheng, his impression of him has always been that Song Jingcheng looked sickly.

That was the first time she realized how handsome Song Jingcheng was.

Shen He couldn't remember exactly what Song Jingcheng had said to her that day.

I vaguely remember that Song Jingcheng told her to take care of her health, to go for regular physical examinations, and not to stay up late just because she was young.

He also said that the heart is the most important organ in the human body and must be well protected.

At that time, Shen He felt that Song Jingcheng was particularly annoying, like an old woman.

Clearly, he doesn't have much time left, but instead of spending more time with his family and nephew, he comes and nags his future nephew's wife.

Today, recalling the ambiguous words that Song Jingcheng said that day, Shen He had a somewhat incredible guess in her mind -

Did Song Jingcheng discover the truth that Mu Tingyun was using her?

He deliberately avoided Mu Tingyun and asked her to meet him. Was he reminding her to stay away from Mu Tingyun and protect her heart?

If that's the case...

So when did he discover these things?

Is Song Jingcheng aware of this now or not?

"Miao Miao." Seeing Shen He staring at the pomegranate tree, Su Jin thought she was craving for pomegranates, so she said, "Pomegranates are not ripe until October. Stop staring and eat first."

Shen He came back to his senses and walked into the restaurant with Su Jin.

Mu Tingyun had already called to reserve a seat, and as soon as they arrived, two middle-aged waitresses came with a food cart to serve the food.

I noticed that the waiter didn't speak the whole time and was communicating with his colleagues using sign language.

After the waiter left, Su Jin asked Mu Tingyun: "The two people just now seemed to be deaf and mute?"

"Yes." Mu Tingyun poured a glass of freshly squeezed juice and handed it to Grandma Su, telling her: "The staff in this store are all special people."

"Uncle Xie, the chef of this restaurant, is also a deaf-mute."

"Oh?" Su Jin was surprised.

It is not surprising that the chef is deaf and mute. Even the waiters are deaf and mute, which shows that the boss behind this restaurant is a kind-hearted person.

Su Jin suddenly patted Shen He's hand and said, "This boss is good. Doesn't Miao Miao Studio have a dinner party every month?"

"It doesn't matter where you go, I'll just come here to take care of the boss's business from now on."

Shen He wanted to, but she hadn't reached that level yet.

She told Su Jin: "Grandma, we can't just come to a restaurant like this whenever we want." We need to make a reservation and have connections.

Su Jin showed an expression that I understood. She said, "Good wine needs no bush. The boss's dishes are delicious and he is kind-hearted, so he will have no worries about business."

Hearing this, a scornful smile flashed across Mu Tingyun's eyes.

After all, he is an old man from the countryside and doesn’t understand the twists and turns of big cities.

This is Qing City's prosperous economic zone, and land is extremely valuable. How can Uncle Xie, a small chef, afford to open a store here?

Anyone who knows the inside story knows that the real boss behind this store is my uncle.

Even the salaries of these deaf-mute employees are paid by my uncle.

Those who can successfully reserve a table here are all big shots who have stepped half a foot into Song Jingcheng's social circle.

How can it be Shen He’s small studio where you can make an appointment just by saying so?