Jiang Yun asked the servant to pour another cup of tea, "I didn't say anything, but I heard that Yihe wouldn't let her go back to Yanjing to go to school. What's going on?"
Jiang Jincheng put down the tea cup and said, "Yihe has always been very measured in doing things. He must have his reasons for doing so. Please don't interfere in this matter."
"Xiao Man is a lively and smart child, with a sweet mouth, simple and kind-hearted person, and is very lovable. It would be good to have her as a companion for Xun Xun, but her mother is not good and is too calculating."
Jiang Jincheng said nothing.
Jiang Yun suddenly sighed, "Oh, it would be nice if Xunxun's mouth could be as sweet as hers. She always looks lukewarm at such a young age. If it weren't for my granddaughter, she would really be unlikable."
Jiang Jincheng disagreed, "That's also the seed your son was born with."
Jiang Yun was stunned, and then she said softly after a while: "Yes, that child's temper is exactly the same as her father sometimes, but it's not good for a girl to be too stubborn sometimes."
Jiang Jincheng did not reply to her words, and only said: "Don't let Jiang Xiaoman come to the old house in the future. Please refuse."
"Why?"
Jiang Yun frowned, not knowing what she thought of, her face darkened, "Because Xunxun is back, you don't allow her to come to the old house?
Tell me, what did that girl Xunxun say to you?"
"Ayun!"
Jiang Jincheng's expression suddenly turned cold and stern, "Why are you so confused!"
Thinking that his granddaughter was still upstairs, he quickly lowered his voice and scolded his wife, "Xunxun doesn't know anything about Jiang Xiaoman. How can you doubt your own granddaughter?"
"But Xiaoman and Xunxun were classmates in Jincheng, how could he not know?"
"Yihe and I never told Xunxun about Jiang Xiaoman's stay at the Jiang family."
Jiang Jincheng was a little disappointed, "I know you have always been prejudiced against Xunxun because of her mother, but what's wrong with her?
She was only a few months old when her mother died, and she didn’t even know what her mother looked like! How can you blame the child?"
He knew that his wife liked Jiang Xiaoman very much. At that time, Xunxun had not found her yet, so he thought that since the child could please his wife, he would let his wife keep him with him.
My wife was tricked into asking the child to change his surname, and he agreed.
Even though Jiang Xiaoman always regarded herself as the eldest lady of the Jiang family outside, he did not warn or stop her.
It’s just a thing to please my wife, so what’s the point?
But now, his wife actually doubts his own granddaughter because of an outsider, the daughter of a mistress. This is something he cannot tolerate at all.
Moreover, people are greedy.
That girl Jiang Xiaoman is not a good thing.
That's why my wife thinks she is innocent and kind.
Jiang Jincheng's expression was stern and his tone was quite cold, "Last time you let her enter Xunxun's room casually, I never told you about it. This child is very ambitious and really thinks that she belongs to the Jiang family.
The eldest lady.
Ayun, I don’t care how much you like her, you just need to remember that Xunxun is the only bloodline of the Jiang family, and she is the daughter that your son must protect even to death!"
After saying that, he got up and went back to his study.
Jiang Yun sat on the sofa in a daze, her face pale and embarrassed.
From the moment she got married to now, she has been doted on by Jiang Jincheng, and this is the first time that her husband has said cold words to her.
Why didn't she understand what he said?
But she just couldn't forgive You Ruixi, a scheming woman. She hated her for kidnapping his son, and she encouraged her son to get admitted to the Public Security University and become an anti-narcotics police officer.
The child Xunxun looked so much like her mother that whenever she saw her, she would think of that woman, and the great grief of losing her son would surge in her heart, which was as painful as tearing out her heart.
Her outstanding son, whom she was extremely proud of, was once a famous and well-known young master in Yanjing City, but he was just gone.
After his death, there was not even a serious tombstone, only cold numbers. Even on Qingming Festival every year, she could not worship him.
She couldn't get over that hurdle in her heart!
Tears gradually filled Jiang Yun's old eyes.
In surprise, the landline phone suddenly rang.
She wiped the tears from her face, calmed down her emotions, and then answered the phone, "Hello?
Which one?"
A girl's playful voice came from the phone, "Grandma Jiang, it's me, Xiaoman."