Mr. Lu's tears fell on the back of Little Baozi's hand.
It also hit Ye Wan on the heart.
Throughout the day, whether she was talking, laughing, or watching quietly, there was always a hollow voice in Ye Wan's heart: Why? Who will tell me what is going on?
The tenderness on the faces of mom and dad when they hold their little babies is real.
The bankruptcy of the Ye family is also true.
If the little bun was not from the Lu family, Ye Wan would definitely think that everything was normal.
After all, China has a vast territory and rich resources. Children are lost and old people die every second. Naturally, companies go bankrupt and families perish.
All are normal.
But it just so happens that Little Baozi is the child of the fourth master of the Lu family.
The fourth master of the Lu family, it is said, died due to internal fighting within the family.
Thinking back to the days before the Ye family went bankrupt, Ye Wan felt a little lost.
She...can't remember!
The scene in her memory was extremely blurry, and she couldn't even remember whether her father was rushing between home and work with a sad face during that period.
Is my mother worried but hiding it from her and Xiaobaozi?
And, what is the little bun doing?
It was as if someone had intentionally stripped the memory from her brain, and she couldn't remember it at all.
But……
Dad, Mom, I really miss you!
Really Want!
Looking up at the bright and bright full moon above her head, Ye Wan stared blankly, as if she could see her parents standing side by side on the moon.
Lowering his eyes again, he saw the tall figure in the hanging flower door.
I don't know how long he has been here.
Their eyes met, and the man walked over slowly and sat on the stone steps next to her.
The fresh and cold smell of fir trees blew in, and the sad mood was slightly relieved.
Ye Wan naturally leaned on his shoulder, "Tell me about your fourth uncle?"
"good."
Lu Changchuan nodded, put his arms around the girl's shoulders, and held her in his arms.
"The fourth uncle's name is Yan Sheng, and he is the most outstanding man of the previous generation of the Lu family. If nothing happens to him, he will be the head of the Lu family and the person in charge of Yujing."
"My grandfather has four sons and one daughter. In terms of appearance, temperament, and talent, my fourth uncle is the best. My grandfather often said that if the Lu family is left in the hands of his fourth uncle, the Lu family will definitely be stronger and the descendants will be more prosperous. Even
The Lu family's trust was proposed by my fourth uncle and established by my grandfather. The descendants of the Lu family have been able to live and feed well these years, all because of my fourth uncle."
The man's words were fair and honest, without any emotion at all.
But Ye Wan could tell that he and his fourth uncle had a good relationship.
"My fourth uncle is only seven years older than me. He taught me how to fight for the first time. He also taught me how to hold a gun for the first time."
"He always said that a good man should be a bit passionate, try everything, and then know what to do and what not to do."
In the cold night, Ye Wan looked at the dancing bamboo shadows beside the courtyard wall, as if he saw a living figure with flesh and blood.
"That year, the old man celebrated his seventieth birthday."
The words suddenly became heavy, and Lu Changchuan hugged Ye Wan tightly, "At the birthday banquet, the old man said that when Yujing's financial report comes out at the end of the year, and if there are no mistakes, he will officially step down during the company's year-end summary meeting."
When the old man steps down, Lu Yansheng, as the executive vice president, will officially become the CEO of Yujing.
At the New Year's Eve family dinner that followed, it seemed only natural for him to take over as the head of the Lu family and leave the entire Lu family in his hands.
"But two months later, my fourth uncle died in Lucheng."
Lu Changchuan's voice was cold, "The people who took action were mercenaries. Afterwards, more than a hundred people died completely."
Thinking of the man she met in Lucheng six years ago, Ye Wan sighed softly in her heart.
Looking back at the man with a gloomy and angry look on his face, he asked, "Is there... a suspect?"