The voice was very gentle, with a hint of coquettishness.
Leng Zongkai's heart is as calm as water. He has long seen through the love between men and women. Now, what he values most is the happiness of his children and grandchildren.
Only when you have experienced loss and deep pain can you cherish the people around you.
The love between a man and a woman is like morning dew, and will be disillusioned at any time. Only his children and grandchildren are real existences and the people he cares about most.
"As long as you don't do anything that makes me regret it, of course I will keep my promise."
Leng Mu's smile froze and she said sourly, "You still protect Ye Qingting, do you care so much about her mother?"
After all, she still cared about this matter, it was a thorn in her heart, and as time went by, it rotted into her body.
Leng Zongkai smiled faintly, less aggressive and more gentle.
"It's been so many years since a person passed away and you can't even remember his face. Why are you still so jealous?"
Leng Mu stared at him closely, her eyes unblinking, for fear of missing any expression.
But with her little skills, trying to see through Leng Zongkai's thoughts was just a daydream. Even if she practiced for thousands of years, she was still no match for the old fox Leng Zongkai.
She couldn't see anything and was half-convinced.
"You really can't remember? I heard that Qingting looks very similar to her."
When she said this, she felt dumbfounded.
It turns out that deep down in her heart, this is what she cares about most.
What kind of broomstick, what kind of unruly women, all the excuses added up can't defeat this point.
She was still jealous, crazy with jealousy, jealous of the woman who had been buried underground for a long time, just because she got something she had never gotten in her life, Leng Zongkai's love.
The most precious thing in the world.
The better he treats her, the more she worries about gains and losses, the more afraid she is of losing, and the more jealous she becomes of that woman. She cannot control this feeling.
Leng Zongkai's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't hear anything.
A hint of melancholy appeared on his face, "Qingting's appearance is not like his parents. He is a third like his grandfather, and of course more like himself. He is very unique."
Back then, the Second Young Master Jiang was so charming and well-known as a gentle and gentle gentleman, which fascinated countless girls. Unfortunately...
"Her grandfather? Have you seen him?" Leng's mother asked curiously, then realized something was wrong and her face darkened.
"Haha, I'm so stupid, how could you not have seen it?"
Jiang Lan is his true love, and her father has naturally been in contact with her, so maybe they have a good relationship with her.
Leng Zongkai fell into memories and sighed softly, "Mr. Jiang is the person I respect most in my life. He is a heroic figure. In the end, Qingting is the only one who has the flesh and blood."
Deep love will not last long, but extreme wisdom will hurt you. This sentence has been perfectly verified by Mr. Jiang.
Leng's mother was stunned for a long time, wondering, was she really wrong?
"Did you look at Qingting in a different light because of Mr. Cheng's face?"
Leng Zongkai lamented endlessly, "Yes, he had a rough life. He was an amazing and talented person, but he died young and his ambition was unfulfilled. Alas."
A sigh, countless melancholy.
Leng's mother's heart moved, she believed it for eight or nine times, and looked at Ye Qingting silently.
If this is true, then there is no need to target her.
Ling Zongkai glanced at her calmly, his eyes indescribably complicated and unpredictable.
He coughed twice and suddenly raised his voice.
"Tomorrow is Lian Lao's 80th birthday, Qirui, Qingting, you go and show your face."