The ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts. Since moving out of the 88th floor of Haohan Building, Zeng Qingwen has moved to Wenxin's small villa.

Wen Xin came back from buying vegetables outside and opened the door. The living room was filled with smoke. The choking smell of smoke made her frown. Since she got off the position of chairman, Zeng Qingwen has completely opened her eyes and turned a blind eye to the window.

Things are all about living a small happiness. If you don’t say that you always smile every day, you will at least live a leisurely and leisurely life. Why did you suddenly become the same sad face as before?

Wen Xin opened the window and said with a little complaint: "I finally lived a stable life for a few days, but today I can't think of it."

As he spoke, he turned around and happened to meet Zeng Qingwen's eyes. Wen Xin suddenly felt a sudden sensation in her heart, as if she was suddenly hit by lightning.

His eyes were very plain, so plain that they were empty and lifeless. She had never seen such a look in the eyes of a living person.

After being together for so many years, she can see Zeng Qingwen’s different eyes more than everyone else. She has seen pain, anger, confusion, and despair. But no matter which look it is, it is just a look of a living person.

At this moment, Zeng Qingwen's eyes seemed like a dead person. Although he did not have any negative emotions, he was silent and empty.

Wen Xin didn't dare to continue looking at him, and slowly walked to Zeng Qingwen and snatched the cigarette butt in his hand.

"Stop smoking, I'll make your favorite candy and eat tenderloin."

Zeng Qingwen looked at Wen Xin's back as he walked into the kitchen. This woman who warmed his heart for so many years. Parents, brothers, wives and daughters, the most reliable family affection in the world combined, could not match her a little comfort.

Over the years, family and friendship have gradually abandoned him, and he no longer believes in family and friendship. But he has never doubted the woman in front of him. In fact, it is not that he does not doubt, but that he dares not doubt. Because he needs a way out, she is

The last way out of his soul. He needs a harbor, and she is the last harbor of his soul.

It is a pure land. Without this pure land, where should he go? What is the meaning of wealth and high power?

After smoking a whole box of cigarettes, he thought about many scenes that were about to happen, roaring angryly, crying madly, questioning at the top of his lungs, and yelling at the bottom.

But none of this happened.

He only felt as if his soul had left his body, his body was not him, his mind was empty, and his heart was as silent as death.

There is no greater sorrow than death in the heart!!

There was a whispering sound in the kitchen, and the hot oil splashed onto the white arms without realizing it.

She knew that this day would come sooner or later, and she had thought countless times about what kind of mood she would be when she really came. She would rather he beat her up and scold her furiously than she is now silent.

She still arranged the dishes neatly, put the dishes, chopsticks, and poured a small glass of wine for Zeng Qingwen.

"It's time to eat."

Her voice was still so gentle, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile.

Zeng Qingwen stood up and sat at the dining table.

The two of them sat opposite each other, no different from usual.

"Mrs. Wang's cat next door was lost. I happened to meet her on the way back from buying vegetables. She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely. When she caught someone, she asked if she saw her or not."

"Is it Mrs. Wang whose butt is bigger than a basket?"

Wen Xin laughed, "Yes, it's the demolition nouveau riche who quarreled with his husband every few days, and Alla Alla looked down on the little citizen who looked down on outsiders all day."

Zeng Qingwen took a sip of wine, "You are so nice to the young people. I just care about the food, rice, oil and salt every day. The couple fight at the head of the bed and have a happy ending."

Wen Xin smiled lightly, with two small dimples showing the corners of her mouth. It was these two dimples that fascinated Zeng Qingwen back then.

"I used to hate her, but later I gradually began to envy her, and now I even turned into jealousy." The smile on her face was still the same, but her eyes were red.

Zeng Qingwen looked at Wen Xin lightly and pointed at her "red-faced and red sleeves". Then he pointed to the white hair that was already a little mottled on his finger and the "white-haired and blue shirt".

"Qingwen"! A wet mark was traced across Wen Xin's cheeks from tears.

Zeng Qingwen's expressionless face, "The old man told me a long time ago that I was too literary and easy to be deceived. I didn't believe it at that time. Now, thinking about it, you are eighteen years younger than me, so how could you be

Really fall in love with me”.

Wen Xin was already in tears, and she opened her mouth, not knowing how to speak. She knew that nothing was useful to say now, would he still believe her?

She stood up with her mouth covering her feet, ran into the bedroom sobbing, closed the door, lay on the dressing table, and cried out loud.

When Zeng Qingwen heard a faint crying sound from the bedroom, he couldn't feel a ripple in his heart.

The husband and wife are like strangers, the daughter is cold-faced, and the brothers turn against each other, all this is retribution!

The old man was ill in bed, and the Zeng family was shaking. The thousand-mile dike was destroyed by an ant hole, all of which were caused by him.

Zeng Qingwen stared blankly at the sweet and sour tenderloin on the dining table, raised his chopsticks and placed them in the air, and stood there as if time had frozen.

The crying sounds in the bedroom gradually disappeared. The door opened, Wen Xin pulled the suitcase and walked out from inside, and walked straight to the door.

Turning back, a smile barely squeezed out of his face.

"Qingwen, don't trust anyone around you, including your elder brother and third brother." After that, he opened the door and walked out.

With the sound of a slam, Zeng Qingwen slowly dropped his chopsticks, picked up a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin and took a bite, and it still tasted the same.

A tear fell from his eyes, and he didn't know why the tear was flowing.

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Zeng Yaqian was quietly guarding Mr. Zeng's bedside. Grandpa's illness was getting worse and worse day by day, and his appetite was getting less and less day by day. Now he could only drink two bowls of porridge every day.

This once bold and once a tiger in the East China Sea was like him establishing the Great Group with one hand, and was lifeless.

Zeng Guoqiang's face was covered with wrinkles, but his eyes were still full of energy.

"Yaqian, don't have to come to see me every day, go and have your business."

"Grandpa, Noah's Ark is now gradually getting on track and not as busy as before."

Zeng Guoqiang smiled with relief, "I read that right, you are much better than my three sons."

"The three of them, one is ambitious, one is indecisive, and the other is just thinking about themselves. I can't control why they are trying hard, I just worry that they will plot against you."

Zeng Yaqian frowned, "Grandpa, stop thinking about it. No matter how much internal strife, they are still from the Zeng family."

Zeng Guoqiang shook his head, "The royal family has no affection, and we are almost the same. Ordinary families have many attempts to compete for a family property worth thousands of dollars, not to mention that there is such a big mess. If your father suffers, he suffers at this point."

.

Zeng Yaqian lowered her head and said nothing. Since Zeng Qingwen stepped down, perhaps because of the angst in her heart, her hatred for him has gradually become less deep than before.

"Yaqian, a good person may not be able to do good things, nor will it be rewarded. But it is undeniable that your father is a good person."

Zeng Yaqian smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that what happened has happened, and he can no longer look back."

"A leaf is blinding, Buddhism talks about sudden enlightenment, Taoism talks about enlightenment. Some people understand the truth since childhood, while others don't understand it until they die. I have been waiting for your dad to suddenly enlightenment, and I don't know if I can still wait.

But I believe he can get through, otherwise I wouldn't have handed over the Zeng family to him."

"But he messed up the Zeng family."

"Haha", Zeng Guoqiang smiled faintly. "Some people have been advancing all the way, and they are completely destroyed when they encounter a failure. Some people have fought repeatedly and finally reached the peak. Grandpa has won many defeats in his life, and some have won and even more.

Negative is the norm. Among all the descendants, you are the most like grandpa, like you are at the heart. But you also have to learn to give people opportunities. I only understood this principle when I passed the throne to your father. Love and hate are clearly one thing

It’s a very pleasant thing, but once a person is influenced by emotions, he will be blinded and his mind will often make wrong judgments. This world is not black or white, and there is still a gray part between black and white."

Zeng Yaqian stared at Zeng Guoqiang in a daze, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, "Where is Lu Shanmin? Is he white or black or gray?"

Looking at Zeng Yaqian's expression, Zeng Guoqiang felt a pain in his heart. This granddaughter had to be strong since childhood. He finally found someone who could let go of his heart and was unprepared for help but collapsed in front of her. How could such a collapse of the spiritual pillar be

It was a painful thing. She did not act like other girls, but just silently carried this pain and gritted her teeth and continued to move forward. This should not be something that a girl of her age should bear.

"Yaqian, you have grown up, feel it with your heart. You must believe that in this world of material desires, no matter how despicable you see and hear, you always have true feelings. That is a kind of hope

, people must have hope when they live.”

Zeng Guoqiang stretched out his hands tremblingly and tried his best to open the bedside table.

Zeng Yaqian quickly stepped forward to help, "Grandpa, let me do it."

Zeng Guoqiang took a breath, "It's really useless when you're old."

Zeng Yaqian took out a wooden box from the bedside table and asked in confusion: "Grandpa, what is it here?"

Zeng Guoqiang smiled, "This is a gift from grandpa to you."

Zeng Yaqian reached out to open the box, and Zeng Guoqiang shook his head.

"Don't open it now, I'll open it after my grandfather leaves."

The door was gently pushed open.

The two turned to look, Zeng Qingwen stood there with tears on his face and his lips trembling.

Zeng Yaqian turned her head and stopped looking at him, and Zeng Guoqiang waved to him.

Zeng Qingwen walked towards the head of the bed step by step and knelt down with a thud.

"Dad, I was wrong."

Zeng Qingwen lowered his head and kept sobbing.

A dry palm gently patted his shoulder twice on his crying shoulder, which was shaking.

These two light pats not only did not stop Zeng Qingwen's crying, but instead cried loudly, crying like a three-year-old child.
Chapter completed!