Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Xi Lanxiu lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyes, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the seam of his trousers.

He was not questioning his grandfather's intentions, but the rules of the Xi family were there - the clan rules set by his grandfather himself stipulated that shares could only be inherited by direct blood relatives, and even cousins ​​from side branches had no say. How could he suddenly make an exception for a "descendant of an old friend"?

"Grandpa," he raised his head, his sharp brows lowered, "I have no objection to you wanting to repay Grandma Liu's kindness.

Whether it's a gift of real estate or cash, or even setting up a charitable foundation named after her, I support it."

He paused, his eyes swept over Jiang Zhan, his tone calm but with unquestionable weight, "But the shares won't work. This is not about money, it's the foundation of the Xi family."

Xi Tian's face darkened: "Xiao Xiu, are you the same as your father?"

"Dad, look, even your son is more sensible than you." Xi Chuyou immediately perked up, picking up his teacup and taking a sip. He couldn't hide the smugness in his eyes. "Xiao Xiu is the future heir. He knows the importance of rules better than anyone else."

Su Wan gently tugged at her husband's sleeve, signaling him not to add fuel to the fire, and softly advised, "Dad, Lan Xiu is also doing this for the good of the Xi family. If you feel sorry for Jiang Zhan, we can find another way to help him. It doesn't necessarily have to be with shares..."

"What do you know!" Xi Tian slammed the armrest, and the armchair groaned dully.

Jiang Zhan suddenly raised his head and met Xi Lanxiu's sight. A hint of calculation flashed across his seemingly calm eyes, and was then covered up by gentleness.

Xi Lanxiu looked straight into his eyes. His eyes were very deep, like inkstone soaked in water. No emotion could be seen in them, but they had an inexplicable penetrating power.

He raised his eyebrows, wanting to see what this "grandson of an old friend" who suddenly appeared was planning.

Jiang Zhan's fingertips silently curled up under his sleeves - Xi Lanxiu was more difficult to deal with than he expected. His eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to cut through people's hearts.

"What Lan Shen said makes sense." Jiang Zhan suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "I really shouldn't have asked for the shares. I was abrupt."

He turned to Xi Tian, ​​his tone filled with just the right amount of apology, "Uncle Xi, don't take it personally. I didn't stop you just now. It's my fault."

These words seemed to be a concession, but they quietly put the hat of "incitement" back on the old man's head.

Xi Tian already felt guilty towards Jiang Zhan, and when he heard this, he became anxious: "It has nothing to do with you! It was Uncle who wanted to give it to me!"

Xi Lanxiu was slightly depressed. Jiang Zhan's attitude was too humble, and it seemed like he was luring his grandfather to jump into the pit he had dug.

"Grandpa, calm down first." Xi Lanxiu emphasized his tone, his eyes fixed on Jiang Zhan. "Mr. Jiang is Grandma Liu's son. Do you have any evidence?"

The smile on Jiang Zhan's face faded a little: "Is Lan Shen doubting my identity?"

"It's not suspicion, it's necessary verification." Xi Lanxiu refused to give in. "Grandma Liu's photo, letters from back then, or even testimony from someone who knew the truth, at least one of them is necessary, right?"

Xi Tian was stunned. "How could Juanzi have any photos... There was chaos and war back then, so how could she have had time to keep these?"

"I have some of my mother's belongings here." Jiang Zhan spoke at the right time, took out an old photo album from his briefcase, and opened a page. "This is a photo of my mother when she was middle-aged. Do her features resemble mine?"

The woman in the photo does bear some resemblance to Jiang Zhan, but it was taken so long ago that the blurry image made it impossible to be accurate.

Just as Xi Lanxiu was about to ask further questions, Xi Chuyou suddenly sneered, "Dad, take a closer look. The paper of this album is old, and the edges are worn so evenly that it looks like a prop specially made to deceive people."

Xi Tian's hand shook and the photo album almost fell to the ground.

Jiang Zhan's expression finally changed, and his eyes grew colder as he looked at Xi Chuyou. "What do you mean, Mr. Xi? Are you questioning my use of my elders' relics for fraud?"

"What else?" Xi Chuyou stood up straight, his eyes sharp as a knife. "As soon as you walked in, you urged my dad to give you shares. After being rejected, you pretended to be nonchalant. Now you want to claim your relationship with a tattered photo album? I don't think you're here to claim your relationship. You're here to destroy the Xi family!"

"You!" Jiang Zhan's face suddenly darkened, as if a sore spot had been touched. His fingers gripping the album turned pale from the force, but he quickly suppressed his emotions, leaving only a trace of grievance. "Mr. Xi, why do you think so badly of me? I just..."

"Grandpa, I think it's not too late for us to investigate thoroughly first." Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Xi Lanxiu interrupted them at the right time. He looked at Xi Tian and said in a calm tone, "Grandma Liu's identity as a descendant needs to be verified, and Mr. Jiang's purpose should also be understood. Once the matter is clarified, we can compensate those who should be compensated and refuse those who should be refused. It's all easy to discuss."

Xi Tian was silent for a moment, his cloudy eyes moving between Jiang Zhan and his grandson, and finally he sighed: "Xiao Xiu is right, I was too impatient."

"I agree." Xi Chuyou immediately responded, his tone still cautious, "Don't even think about the shares until the truth is revealed."

Jiang Zhan's hands hanging by his side tightened quietly, and his knuckles turned white.

He didn't expect Xi Lanxiu to come back at such a coincidence, and just a few words disrupted his rhythm.

I originally thought that I could use the old man's guilt to finalize the share issue, but now it seems that I have to make other plans.

He quickly concealed the calculation in his eyes and replaced it with a reasonable look: "Since Uncle Xi and Lan Shen both said so, I have no objection.

We really should investigate this, lest anyone misunderstand Uncle Xi's good intentions." He looked at Xi Chuyou and bowed slightly. "I was inconsiderate."

There was nothing wrong with what he said. Xi Chuyou snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Jiang Zhan looked at Xi Tian again, and said in a gentle tone: "Uncle Xi, I'll go back first. When you have any results, please feel free to contact me."

"I'll let Butler Zhang take you there." Xi Tian ordered, with a hint of reluctance in his tone - no matter what, this face that looked so much like Juanzi could always touch the softest corner of his heart.

"No need to trouble you, I drove here by myself." Jiang Zhan declined politely and glanced at Xi Lanxiu when he turned around.

Xi Lanxiu met his gaze, his face expressionless, except for the sharpness in his eyes that remained undiminished.

After Jiang Zhan left, the atmosphere in the main hall became a little more relaxed.

Aunt Qin brought the freshly brewed tea and carefully cleaned up the mess on the floor.

Xi Tian held Xi Lanxiu's hand, rubbing the calluses on the back of his grandson's hand with his fingertips. His tone was full of nostalgia: "Xiao Xiu, can you stay a few days longer this time? It's been a long time since I played chess with Grandpa. When you were little, you always loved to steal my chess pieces and hide them, and then you would cheat when I caught you."

Xi Lanxiu thought of his childhood and couldn't help but curl his lips. "I couldn't beat you back then." He took his grandfather's hand in his own. "I'll stay with you for a few more days to make up for the games we owed you."

Xi Tian smiled so hard that the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes squeezed together, like a blooming chrysanthemum. "Okay, okay, Grandpa will wait."

Xi Chuyou sat aside, watching the grandfather and grandson. His expression softened a bit, and he took a sip of tea from his cup. "Since we're going to investigate, let Butler Zhang hurry up and get to the bottom of this kid. I always feel like he's not that simple."

"I've already had someone investigate," Xi Lanxiu said. "His company, his relationships, and the so-called 'mother's relics' will all yield results."

Xi Chuyou nodded, still trusting his son's abilities.

Su Wan came over and patted her husband's shoulder gently: "Okay, just find out, don't get angry and get yourself sick. Ask the kitchen to make Xiao Xiu's favorite sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch."

"Mom still loves me." Xi Lanxiu said with a smile.

The atmosphere in the main hall gradually warmed up. Sunlight streamed in through the carved window lattices, falling on the mahogany furniture, casting a warm glow.

"I have one more thing to tell you this time. That is... I'm in love."

As soon as these words came out, the scene fell silent.