Wife-chasing crematorium of a wealthy old man

Qi Zhijie held the jade pendant in his hand, his eyes darkened, and he didn't speak.

"However, just do whatever you want. After all, Mu Mu will leave with me in two days. I won't let you get close to him again."

Qi Zhijie remained calm on the surface, but squeezed the jade pendant in his hand more and more tightly.

He didn't continue arguing with Lu Zhizhou either, he was uncharacteristically silent, and he could even say that he swallowed his anger and left.

His heart was very disturbed, especially after Mu Xun and Lu Zhizhou learned that the two of them would stay in Hokkaido for a year and a half in the scattered conversations.

He began to be reluctant.

Letting Mu Xun go is really a very difficult thing.

He bought back the yard he bought in Manhe before. At that time, because he was abroad, he handed it over to Ji Zhilun to take care of it. All the assets were sold, and he finally found the current owner of the yard and bought it back at a high price.

He also finally understood why Axun thought he had abandoned him.

After all, after he left, even the yard changed hands, as if he had never appeared before.

In Manhe in July, when the temperature is high, you can cook with natural light.

Qi Zhijie stood in front of the gate of the courtyard and watched for a long time.

This is full of memories he and A Xun shared together.

The courtyard is much more dilapidated than it was when I left. The copper rings are rusted, and the hibiscus flowers in front of the door are gone.

He stood in front of the door with some trepidation, and pushed the door knocker.

The old wooden door made a dull sound, the stone tables and old trees in the yard were still there, and most of the other plants and trees were dead and decayed.

Even though it is summer when the vegetation grows luxuriantly, the courtyard is dead silent.

Looking at such a scene, Qi Zhijie couldn't help but feel a little sad. He looked at the stone table under the old tree, as if he could see the wood xun that had propped his head on the stone table to bask in the sun many years ago, and looked at the withered weeds beside the wall. It seems to be able to see Muxun Zeng Jin squatting on the edge of the wall watering the flowers.

He didn't dare to take a closer look, and hurried into the main room in the yard.

The furnishing of the room has basically remained the same, but the few famous landscape paintings and calligraphy that I collected back then are gone, presumably they were sold.

Fortunately, the few pictures he taught Axun to write are still there.

Mu Xun didn't know how to write calligraphy, so he pestered him to teach himself.

【"It doesn't matter, teach me quickly."】

【"Okay, okay, I'll teach you..."】

【"It will look good if you draw it out here."】

【"Why is my writing so ugly..."】

【"Not ugly..."】

【"Don't...don't kiss me."】

Qi Zhijie raised his eyes and looked at the picture that he had mounted on the wall in front of him.

That was the first letter he taught Mu Xun to write stroke by stroke, and it was written crookedly: Flowers are good and the moon is full and people last forever.

Flowers are good, the moon is long and people are long.

He looked at it, and suddenly his eyes turned red.

Tears fell on the floor made of jade sandalwood, one drop after another.

【"Old Qi, I'm learning how to cook braised pork with Uncle He, wait and try."】

【"Old Qi, let's go to see the snow in winter, okay?"】

【"Old Qi, I'm making clay pots for you. Don't laugh at his crooked mouth!"】

【"Old Qi, I love you so much."】

【"Do you know, the young people nowadays are better at playing than one at a time, much more than you, much more fiercely."】

【"You are obviously the most ruthless, Qi Zhijie."】

【"Shareholder Qi should call me Mr. Mu, we don't seem to know each other that well."】

【"Qi Zhijie, please, stop deceiving yourself and others."】

【"I lied to you, do you hate me? Just hate me."】

【"Don't make me hate you more, Qi Zhijie."】

Most of the flowers in the yard are dead, and even the wreckage is gone. The moon will still appear in the lonely night, but it is a pity that it is always incomplete most of the time.

As for people.

Lost by him too.

Before he could shed a few more tears, the phone in his pocket rang.

It's Ji Zhilun's phone call.

After it rang for a long time, he picked it up unwillingly: "What is it?"

"Brother, something happened to Grandpa..."

"what?"

Mu Xun hadn't seen Qi Zhijie for several days, which made him a little unconfident.

It won't be too much fun, really drive him away.

He didn't know that Qi Zhijie took the earliest flight back to Lanjing.

Ji Zhilun told him that Ji Menghua was seriously ill and had lost consciousness.

Lanjing is to the north, and the temperature is in stark contrast to Manhe. Qi Zhijie, who was wearing a short-sleeved plane, felt a little cold when the wind blew past him.

As soon as he landed, he called Ji Zhilun: "Which hospital is it in?"

"I arranged a car, you just come here."

Qi Zhijie hung up the phone, frowned and left the airport.

When he was in the car, he sensed something was wrong: "Where does the old man live in the courtyard?"

"At home, Mr. Qi, Mr. Ji and the others have invited the doctor back." The driver replied.

He still frowned suspiciously.

For about a year, he didn't go back to Ji's house, even Lanjing, he avoided it.

When he arrived at the underground garage of the house, the driver turned off, and the security guard in the garage came to open the door for him: "Mr. Qi, you are back."

Qi Zhijie got out of the car and straightened his clothes.

After walking a few steps, I saw the housekeeper, Uncle Fang.

"Master is back."

"How is the old man? Is it serious?" He asked anxiously.

"You'll know when you go in." Uncle Fang said, leaning sideways to motion for him to go in.

Qi Zhijie raised his eyes and looked at the closed main hall door on the marble steps not far away.

It's obviously a majestic appearance, but for some reason, it always makes him feel extremely depressed.

He hurried up the stone steps, and the doorman next to him opened the door.

In the huge hall, Ji Menghua was the only living person.

Damn, he should have guessed.

"Are you going to perform this kind of drama again now?" Qi Zhijie stood in front of the gate with a dark face, not even wanting to go there, and there were about [-] meters away from Ji Menghua who was sitting on the sofa.

Even though it was so far away, the old man on the opposite side still gave him a feeling of suffocation.

The old man sitting on the sofa had gray hair, was dressed elegantly and neatly, and had a cane carved from mahogany beside him. His eyes were deep and expressionless, but he was inexplicably afraid.

shudder.

"I'm not like this. Will you come back?" After a while, the old man sitting on the sofa spoke.

"will not."

His answer was straightforward, which made Ji Menghua sneer: "So, soldiers never tire of cheating."

"I'm in a hurry, so just tell me, what do you want me to come back for?" Qi Zhijie still stood where he was, with no intention of going over.

Ji Menghua was still sitting on the sofa, as if giving an order: "Come here."

Although reluctant, Qi Zhijie still took a step forward and walked in front of the old man.

"Sit down and talk."

His frowning brows deepened, and he reluctantly sat on the soft sofa. The servant came over and handed him a cup of hot tea.

He didn't drink, but put the cup on the coffee table: "Can we talk now?"

The old man drank his tea unhurriedly, took a few sips before he said, "I heard that you made an argument for that man."

"Not only for him, but also for myself." He is not a person who is so impulsive that he likes to do things, but for the matter of beating Ji Zhilun, he feels that he did nothing wrong, "If you did it specifically for this For those who came to Xingshi to inquire about crimes, I can only say that even if you were there at the time, I would do this."

"Look, you look like a lunatic for this man."

"No, if I'm crazy enough, I won't end up like this." If he is crazy enough and desperate enough, he won't be eliminated and forgotten like he is now.

"The end? Zhijie, don't forget your identity. Such words will never be applied to you." The old man's voice became severe, and his eyes, which were somewhat similar to Qi Zhijie's, were shocking. Unpredictable look.

Qi Zhijie lowered his eyes, looked at the tea in the white porcelain bowl, and slumped his back a little lonely: "My current identity is just a small boss, and this is what you promised me back then."

"You should take up your responsibilities instead of evading them, Zhijie, you are my grandson, Ji Menghua, and a well-known successor."

"I know, so I spent three years revitalizing Zehua. You said it yourself. As long as I can bring Zehua back to the top and stabilize the situation in these three years, you will let me go. From then on, Zehua has nothing to do with me, don't tell me you regretted it."

Qi Zhijie didn't dare to recall the days and nights of those three years for a long time. There was no Mu Xun by his side, or nothing at all. Apart from attending the endless wine bureau and chamber of commerce every day, it was just cold data reports, which could not be opened. There are endless meetings and unfinished projects. The people around him may nod and bow to him one second, and want to put him to death in the next second.

He can't have emotions, can't have feelings, his time and even his marriage, should be sacrificed.

No one cares about Qi Zhijie, they only care about Mr. Qi's health and well-being.

The reason why he gritted his teeth and lived through these three years, and the reason why he was willing to become the utilitarian businessman that he absolutely despised before, was because he thought that as long as he survived, he would be able to have freedom and be himself.

But now, Ji Menghua started to tell him about his identity again.

What kind of shit identity.

"Zhijie, my hair has lost a lot of gray this year, and Zhilun's experience is too inexperienced to convince the public. Once something goes wrong with my body, what do you think those old men in the shareholder meeting will do? Only when you come back, they won't be ready to move." The old man narrowed his eyes, with a serious expression.

"Grandpa, if Zehua needs me to appear one day, I will not ignore it. I will help Zhilun tide over the difficulties, and I will go." I have been shackled all my life, and I have lived for my family.

Listening to his words, Ji Menghua frowned his gray eyebrows: "You are my preferred successor, don't you understand?"

"Grandpa, I spent the first 30 years of my life living for others, and I want to live for myself in the future, and I hope you can make it happen." His tone was sincere and firm, and Mu Xun suddenly filled his mind, " If you're fine, then I won't be staying at home."

After he finished speaking, he got up and prepared to go to the door.

He remembered that Mu Xun was going to Hokkaido the day after tomorrow.

He wanted to fly back to him.

"Do you think I'll let you go?"

The author says:

Let me pity the old dog Qi first, you can continue to scold him~