Ling Hong is over seventy this year, but she became a widow when she was less than thirty. Her husband died tragically on the day she gave birth to her son, which became her biggest regret in life.
Hate?
Does she hate the man who brutally murdered her husband?
hatred.
For a certain period of time, all she thought about every day was killing that heinous man. But time can not only forget a deeply loved lover, but also gradually let go of deep hatred. This made Ling Hong very conflicted.
But no matter what, she is already over 70 years old this year. Those who had enmity with her or were kind to her are dying, and they are getting older. Even her son has passed away and has long since been unable to return to the beginning.
She lives in the Ling family house, and there is also a man who is not as attractive as Zhuge Villa Xiaoshan Villa. He is very well-known in the hearts of the people. But in the business world, politics, and even the military world where Miao Hong is rooted,
He has always been very low-key. So low-key that he is even ignored by others. Therefore, whenever people mention China's super wealthy families, their first reaction is to blurt out Xiaoshan Villa or Zhuge Villa. But they rarely talk about Mai Zhicheng of the Ling family. Regardless.
Whether among the people or at the top of the pyramid, Mai Zhicheng is definitely a name that cannot be bypassed. They call him the Big Boss with great awe.
Empress Dowager Xiao and Queen Zhuge are naturally called bosses. Those big bosses of listed groups do not feel uncomfortable being called bosses. Even guys who invest hundreds of thousands to start a company dare to put the title of "boss" on their business cards.
Label. And he accepts the title of boss with peace of mind. To a certain extent, the title boss has been used by the hypocritical society. But no one will question the title of Big Boss Mai Zhicheng. Regardless of the three religions and nine schools, the rich are the best.
, would all call this low-key, but not really low-key Mai family kid Big Boss with the utmost politeness and awe.
It's not that he's old enough, but that he's capable enough. He's so big that even Zhuge Villa can't pry him off.
Knowing that Mai Zhicheng would come back for lunch, Ye Mingzhu simply drank tea with Ling Hong and chatted about the Ye family and stories about Huangpu over the years.
"Girl, reputation is given by others. It doesn't matter. Your mother's reputation was not good back then. But as long as her roots are not bad, who dares to underestimate her? Hasn't she still become one of the most famous women in China at that time?
"Ling Hong took a sip of Pu'er and smiled calmly. "Your mother Hong was also called a shrew back then. Many people ran away when they saw me. They were afraid of getting angry and burning themselves——"
Mentioning the past, Ling Hong smiled with a trace of nostalgia. The topic changed: "I heard that you and the boy from the Chu family are getting along?"
"Who did you hear from Hong Ma?" Ye Mingzhu looked shy and lowered her charming cheeks slightly.
In Huangpu, her smile was touching and awe-inspiring. But in front of this 70-year-old man, her smile was filled with shyness and only uneasiness. She couldn't even show the most basic skills and confidence.
Ling Hong was her mother's best sister and the mother of her most sincere elder brother. Ye Mingzhu respected and even awed this red mother in public and in private.
"You've already brought it home, who else do you need to listen to?" Ling Hong smiled and joked, "You, Hong, I just don't have good eyesight, but I'm not blind."
"Look at what Hong Ma said. How could I say you have bad eyesight?" Ye Mingzhu bit her lip and said, "I did take him home. But what's the use?"
"Why is it useless? I'm willing to go home with you, so I'm sure I'm sure of you." Hong Ma smiled and touched the woman's palm.
"I'm not the only one he's looking for." Ye Mingzhu curled his lips and said.
Ling Hong smiled slightly when she heard this and said no more.
It was at this moment that a warm and soft voice came from outside the house.
"Is Sister Ye back?"
While he was talking, a middle-aged man wearing a light-colored Zhongshan suit entered the hall. A calm smile hung on Fengshen's handsome face. There was also a faint smile in his bright eyes. He seemed to be looking towards Ye Ming, whom he had not seen for many years.
Bamboo is full of blame.
This man was born extremely handsome. He was not as refined as Chu He, but he had a face as gentle as jade. The first impression he gave people was extremely humble and courteous. He seemed to be a royal aristocrat, with a low-key and restrained aristocratic atmosphere all over his body.
As soon as Ye Mingzhufu saw him, a hint of joy flashed across his charming face. He stood up and greeted him: "Brother Zhicheng, it's been a while since I've been back. Why don't you go and see me?"
While talking, I gave him a warm hug with this eldest brother who I have played with since childhood.
The man in the Chinese tunic suit smiled slightly, patted her head lovingly and said, "It's my fault for neglecting Sister Ye. Tell me, how do you want to punish me?"
"There's no need for punishment." Ye Mingzhu smiled slightly and said, "You can just give me the chance to play mahjong later."
"Damn girl. You have to give in before we even start." Ling Hong stood up and smiled. "Then what's the point of fighting?"
"Hong Ma, your poker skills are so good. Even if I join forces with Brother Zhicheng, I'm afraid I won't be your opponent." Ye Mingzhu took Mai Zhicheng's arm and said with a smile. "Hong Ma, what are you worried about?"
After the three of them joked, Ling Hong ordered the kitchen to cook.
Mai Zhicheng, who is nearly 50 years old, is not married yet. Ling Hong once matched up this couple who had been childhood sweethearts. However, some things just depend on the eye. Even if they are tired of being together 24 hours a day, it may not be possible.
It's really tempting. Just like Mai Zhicheng and Ye Mingzhu, Ling Hong knows that Mai Zhicheng has always doted on this cheap sister. At least in front of this cheap sister who has been tricky since she was a child, no matter what kind of request she has, Mai Zhicheng will comply with her orders.
Receive them all. She will never give up her idea. But the relationship between the two is limited to this. Neither Mai Zhicheng nor Ye Mingzhu has ever considered the other as the best partner.
The food was served very quickly, and the dishes were all delicious and delicious. It can be seen that Ling Hong was very particular about what she ate. She did not pursue delicious food, and she was not like the nouveau riche who served ginseng and bird's nest on the same table. The three of them got to the table, and Ling Hong
He ordered someone to open a bottle of good wine, and after each filled it, he raised his glass and said: "Sincerity, girl, you haven't seen each other for many years. This time, I have to drink two more glasses."
The three of them raised their glasses together and drank it all.
But when he drank the third cup, Mai Zhicheng said very softly: "Mom, you have received your amount today."
When Ling Hong heard this, she glared back at her son and said angrily: "Your mother, I am happy today, why aren't you allowed to drink two more drinks?"
Mai Zhicheng, who was unparalleled in the outside world, was scolded by Ling Hong, and immediately smiled and said: "Then you have two more drinks."
Ling Hong snorted, but her eyes were filled with relief. How could she possibly blame her son?
After three rounds of drinking, Ling Hong was so drunk that she was soon helped by the servant to go back to her room to rest. However, the couple at the dinner table did not have the awkward silence they had not seen for many years. Before Ye Mingzhu could start talking, Mai
Zhicheng asked aloud: "Yi Zi, have you lived well in Huangpu these years?"
"What's good? Being cared about by a group of people all day long. How can it be better?" Ye Mingzhu shook his head and said.
"Who dares to miss you?" Mai Zhicheng smiled and said. "Who can be cared about by you and not be exhausted and have trouble sleeping and eating?"
"It sounds like I'm a female thief." Ye Mingzhu complained. "Am I this kind of woman in your heart, brother Zhicheng?"
"That's not what I said." Mai Zhicheng smiled. "Who doesn't know that Huangpu Ye Mingzhu is covered with thorns, and whoever touches it will be unlucky?"
"Brother Zhicheng, just laugh at me. I haven't laughed at you yet." Ye Mingzhu gritted his teeth.
"Oh?" Mai Zhicheng put down his wine glass, a look of curiosity appeared on Fengshen's handsome face, and he joked, "Ye Zi, why are you laughing at me?"
"Look at you, you are almost fifty years old, but you are still alone. You don't even have a wife. Aren't you enough to make me laugh?" Ye Mingzhu glared at him. He seemed to hate the iron.
"Isn't it true that no one thinks highly of you, brother Zhicheng? Why don't you introduce two of them to me later?" Mai Zhicheng said humorously.
"It's too hypocritical." Ye Mingzhu said angrily. "No one in China knows my name, Brother Zhicheng. I'm afraid you'll let it out. From the age of eighteen to eighty, who wouldn't be interested in you? That's right.
I'm afraid, Brother Zhicheng, your demands are too high, and the Dharma's eyes won't tolerate sand."
Mai Zhicheng shook his head slightly. He smiled and said, "Ye Zi, please stop making fun of me."
Ye Mingzhu chuckled, then glanced at Mai Zhicheng with a deep look, and asked softly: "Brother Zhicheng, a big event happened in Yanjing recently. Do you know?"
"Big things happen in Yanjing every day. I just don't know which one you are talking about, Ye Zi?" Mai Zhicheng said with a smile.
"Which one else could it be?" Ye Mingzhu lowered his voice slightly and said very cautiously. "Yun Feiyang is dead!"
