The winter snow is falling outside the window, but this antique study room is filled with warmth. A complete set of precious rosewood furniture from the Ming Dynasty, a thousand-year-old desk with an upturned head is placed by the window, and on the flower stand next to it, a pot of priceless
Fei's thousand-petaled orchid blooms with its delicate fragrance that enters the heart.
However, in such a quiet and peaceful environment, a heated conversation was going on.
The Murong family courtyard adopts a full Chinese-style courtyard design, with three entrances and three exits. There are gates between the courtyards, making them interconnected as a whole without interfering with each other.
The study of the current owner of the Murong family, Murong Yuanhong, is located just south of the second courtyard. After Murong Qingzhen returned to China, he still lived with his mother, Mrs. Murong, in the first courtyard as before.
At this moment, after he pushed open the study door, he stood directly in front of the desk where his father was practicing calligraphy without saying a word.
He came to ask his father for an accurate date.
This day is the 29th of the New Year, and in ten days it will be his wedding to Jiang Zimo.
Seeing his son's expression of confusion, Murong Yuanhong couldn't help but snorted coldly. "You are so promising. You don't even say hello when you see me. Murong Qingzhen, are these the foreign rules you learned after studying abroad for seven years?"
Murong Qingzhen called out reluctantly: "Dad."
"Hmph! Do you still know that I am your father?" Anyway, he had no intention of continuing to practice calligraphy. Murong Yuanhong simply put down the purple hair in his hand. He was wearing a silver-green Tang suit, which made him look more handsome at about 1.8 meters tall.
Clear.
Murong Qingzhen secretly shook his hands on his waist, trying to control his emotions and not look at the expression on his father's face.
No one knows that the relationship between the Murong family, father and son, and their husband and wife, although seemingly harmonious on the surface, is so bad in private.
But for Murong Qingzhen, this kind of meaningless conversation was almost the entire relationship between him and his father.
He has been tolerant since he was a child, and now that he is an adult, the Murong family's property includes nearly half of the dowry that belongs to his mother's family. Since he has agreed to return to the country to take over the family business, now he naturally has the right to do so with his mother.
The father is on the same line of dialogue.
For a man who has endured for more than twenty years and has been forced to accept the other party's strong arrangements, this kind of equality seems so precious and extremely urgent.
But he didn't expect that his father seemed to still have some unfinished ideas.
For example, at this moment, when he asked his father again about the "Murong Family Secret Book", Murong Yuanhong's face was not much better than his.
"Hmph, what are you so anxious about now? Are you hoping that your father and I will die soon so that you can dominate alone? Murong Qingzhen, let me tell you, with your little ability, I'm afraid it's not enough for the man surnamed Jiang.
When it comes to this matter, our Murong family owes them first."
When he thought of Yao Yuhan who was hidden behind by his father when he entered the courtyard, Murong Qingzhen couldn't help but his eyes flashed. In addition to being helpless towards his biological father, he actually had a kind of disdain that he couldn't agree with.