On the Gulfstream G650, Chen Yang reached out and took the cigar lit by the stewardess.
Today's cigar is Montecristo "Legend", a model that Chen Yang likes very much recently.
As he took the cigar, took a puff, and slowly exhaled the smoke, all the flight attendants left and the private plane took off. Only Chen Yang, Chen Yan, and Chen Fu were sitting opposite each other.
The strange silence on the private plane was broken by Chen Yang.
"Grandpa Chen, aunt."
Chen Yang said hello, but Chen Fulian said he didn't dare.
When he was in Beijing, he was still a teenager, and he often took Chen Fu out with him. Occasionally he would pretend to be a bad boy, or fight against injustice. In the end, it was Chen Fu who took care of everything.
At that time, Chen Yang was just like Grandpa Chen, and Chen Fu was always afraid of not daring.
If this were not the case, Chen Yang would not have such trust in Chen Fang.
Chen Yang smiled slightly and continued:
"I can't guarantee that I won't do anything to make you unhappy when I go back to Beijing this time.
If I do this, don't blame me."
When Chen Yang spoke, his tone was calm, but his expression was solemn and solemn.
Chen Yan's expression changed.
The air on the private plane was obviously well circulated and had a forest-like fragrance, but Chen Yan vaguely smelled the smell of blood when Chen Yang finished speaking.
Chen Fu didn't say it, but he treated Chen Yang as his own grandson from more than ten years ago.
If not, could Chen Yang really have left Shangjing alive?
Thinking about it afterwards, Chen Yang felt that this was not necessarily the case.
Among Chen Fu, and even in the Chen family elders' association in Beijing, there are many old friends from his father's past, many who disapprove of Mrs. Jiang's actions, and even many who are dissidents.
Whether it was then or now.
They are all Chen Yang’s help.
"Chen Yang, are you thinking too much?"
Chen Yan couldn't help but said: "Go home this time and take back all the things that originally belonged to you but are still in the hands of others."
Chen Yang shook his head, he was now more powerful than the Chen family in Beijing.
He disdained everything in the Chen family in Beijing.
"Nothing in the Chen family belongs to me. I don't need it and I won't take it," Chen Yang said.
"You, after so many years, you are still so stubborn." Chen Yan smiled helplessly.
"I'm not stubborn, I just want an explanation and an end to what happened back then."
"As for the Chen family, I, Chen Yang, am no longer a Chen family member, so the rest of the Chen family's crap has nothing to do with me."
"I'm going to receive it now because I bought it!"
"Listen, I didn't inherit it, I bought it!"
Chen Yang's attitude made Chen Yan dumbfounded, and she couldn't refute it. After all, the 10 billion that had arrived was there, and even Chen Yang himself had an additional 100 billion.
Disdain, don't care.
Chen Yang, who was raised by Chen Yan herself, also knows Chen Yang very well.
His childhood should have been the same as other people's children, it should have been carefree.
However, he endured loneliness and remained sane, with a kind personality. He also learned everything he could come into contact with and was a genius in every field.
These all stem from his inner obsession.
Not weaker than others!
Don’t ask for anything from others!
It seems that from the very beginning, he was neither weaker than anyone nor asking for anything.
Chen Yan sighed and said no more.
With a rare quiet schedule and no interference from outsiders, Chen Yan unconsciously stepped into the role of "mother" and carefully looked up and down at Chen Yang.
After Chen Yang, Chen Yan also trained other children of the Chen family, including Chen Yang's cousin "Chen Yi".
Now looking carefully at the appearance of Chen Yang as an adult, Chen Yan found that their cousins were somewhat similar.