Divorce tonight, I will turn around and marry a top boss for the second time

Zhou Jinfan raised his hand and stroked Nancy's face, his thumb gently brushing across her eyelids, his loving eyes making people fall in love with him.

"Next time he comes, just call me and I'll handle it."

Nancy thought about it and shook her head: "He probably won't come again. I have already made it clear to him that I have nothing to do with him or that child anymore."

This sentence undoubtedly gave Zhou Jinfan a reassurance.

The uneasiness and discomfort in his heart caused by Shi Lin's visit were soothed by his wife's words.

"Well, that's fine too."

Zhou Jinfan lowered his head and quickly kissed his wife on the lips. Seeing a blush on the little woman's ears, he couldn't help but smile.

"I have to go out for something later. You and An An should have a good rest. Call me if you have anything." He reminded.

"Okay, pay attention to safety on the road."

Nancy didn't ask him where he was going. She trusted this man instinctively.

Qingyou Teahouse.

This is an old-fashioned teahouse in Haicheng, which still retains the ancient and rustic atmosphere. At this moment, under the scorching sun at noon, as soon as you step into this quiet place, you can't help but calm down.

In the tea room, the lingering aroma of tea interweaves with the low and clear sounds of stringed instruments to create a quiet picture.

In the mottled light and shadow, through a few backs and a few gauze screens, Zhou Jinfan saw a majestic and solitary figure.

The old man was leaning against the window, facing the side, with fat temples and white hair. He was already in his seventies, but his body was straight.

How long has it been since we last met?

Three years? Five years?

Zhou Jinfan himself couldn't remember clearly that he had never contacted his grandfather since he went abroad.

"coming."

Zhou Zhentian didn't look up, holding a blue and white porcelain cup in his hand and placing it steadily opposite him.

"grandfather."

Zhou Jinfan sat down opposite the old man and did not touch the cup of tea.

Zhou Zhentian took a sip of tea, savored it carefully between his teeth, and then it rolled down his throat. The sweet aftertaste made him squint his eyes in enjoyment.

"Have you been okay these years?" He then looked straight at the young grandson in front of him.

He is also the most promising heir to the Zhou family in this generation.

Zhou Jinfan met Mr. Zhou's gaze calmly and nodded his chin slightly: "All is well."

"I heard that you got married and had children?" Mr. Zhou said, tilting his head slightly.

The bodyguard who had been standing beside him respectfully presented a gift box.

Zhou Jinfan didn't answer, and looked at him to ask what he meant.

Mr. Zhou's expression softened slightly: "This is a small gift from me as a grandfather. Please accept it."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Zhou Jinfan took it readily, even though he would not open it when he got back.

But today he really wanted to make a deal with Zhou Zhentian, so he had to save face.

"You called me here today because you've thought it through and decided to come back to work?" Zhou Zhentian looked confident of victory.

Zhou Jinfan didn't intend to beat around the bush: "I have a condition."

"Speak." Zhou Zhentian didn't care and picked up the teacup again.

He didn't think that this young grandson could turn out of his palm.

"I won't reveal my identity to the public for now. I'm only responsible for Haicheng's business and I'll only stay in Haicheng."

"Why? Isn't Zhou Enterprise, such a huge business empire, more attractive than a small Haicheng?" Old Master Zhou was a little surprised.

Zhou Jinfan's expression remained calm: "I just want to be responsible for Haicheng's business."

"Is it because of that woman?" Old Master Zhou's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Zhou Jinfan replied calmly: "This is my own business."

Mr. Zhou looked at him for a few seconds and began to think quickly in his mind.

Today, the Zhou Group is extremely wealthy in Kyoto and even in the entire China. Outsiders will tremble in their hearts when they hear the word "Zhou".

But he is the only one who knows what Zhou is like inside.

That's it.

"I promise you, as long as you are willing to return to Zhou, everything can be discussed." Mr. Zhou promised.

Zhou Jinfan was not surprised that the person on the other side agreed so readily.

Although he was not in Zhou's company, he had other ways to find out some inside information.

"After I take over Haicheng, I must have absolute authority and report only to you."

"can."

This was also Zhou Zhentian's own intention. He didn't want Zhou Jinfan to be hindered in everything he did.

"Okay, it's okay, I'll go first." Zhou Jinfan made a gesture to stand up.

Mr. Zhou looked at him deeply: "Do you... still hate me?"

Zhou Jinfan paused for two seconds, then stood up. He looked calmly at the gray-haired old man opposite him.

"Does it matter?"

"I hate you, grandma won't come back."

After saying this, Zhou Jinfan turned around and left without hesitation.

Old Master Zhou's cloudy eyes fell on a certain spot on the table and did not move.

The gift box was quietly forgotten on the table by the owner.

"Master, I'm going to chase the young master..."

Zhou Zhentian raised his hand: "Forget it, he doesn't want it, there's no point in forcing him."

His voice was no longer as majestic and powerful as before, but rather sounded tired and helpless.

"It's been so many years, and he still blames me. This kid... is too persistent." Zhou Zhentian stared quietly in the direction where his grandson left.

His eyes showed the accumulation of years, and seemed to hide some unknown secrets.

Shi Lin received a call from his aunt at home, saying that Shi Yu had been on a hunger strike for a day.

He hurried home and saw his son lying on the bed with his back to the door.

"Xiao Yu, are you feeling unwell?" Shi Lin walked into the room.

Shi Yu didn't say anything and didn't turn around. He seemed to be asleep.

Shi Lin knew that his son was not asleep and he also knew what he was making a fuss about.

After returning from the hospital that day, Shi Yu kept asking to see Nancy. Yesterday, he promised his son that he would go to the hospital first to check on the situation.

After coming back, he chased him and asked how Nancy was doing. He felt really bad at that time, so he scolded his son a few times, and as a result, he started to refuse to eat.

Shi Lin looked at his son's thin back and felt a deep helplessness in his heart, but he didn't know how to explain all this to his son.

This matter is more difficult than a contract worth hundreds of billions.

"Xiaoyu, can we eat first?"

Shi Yu still ignored him.

But suddenly I started coughing violently.

"Cough, cough, cough..." His frail body curled up into a ball, and it seemed as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

Shi Lin's head began to hurt, and he blurted out, "Didn't your mother say that you need to eat enough to grow taller and stronger? Xiaoyu, don't you even listen to your mother?"

Shi Yu finally showed some reaction. He stopped coughing and his breathing became a little rapid.

"Dad, doesn't Mom want to see me?" he asked softly.

Again.

Shi Lin closed his eyes in pain.

It was because Shi Yu kept asking him this question that he couldn't help but get angry.

"Your mother..."

The lie that Shi Lin wanted to tell was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say it.

He really wanted to trick his son into eating first and coax him into thinking that as long as he ate, he would be able to see Nancy.

But lies are lies, and they will be exposed one day.

Just like the lies he carefully weaved for Nancy, once they were exposed, he and Nancy could never go back.

"Son, you eat first, and Dad will tell you about Mom, okay?"

Shi Yu slowly turned around, and his big eyes looked particularly strange on his pale and thin face.

This face looks exactly like Shi Lin himself, but there seems to be something different about it.