Xie Jiu returned home almost dizzy, his steps light and he seemed like he was floating within a dream.
“Brother Yu?” Xie Jiu sat on the sofa, laughing to himself, but then began to regret that he had behaved like a fool. He wondered what the child would think.
In the end, it was the housekeeper who brought a phone and called him back to the world. The call was from his assistant, who said that Wen Long had secretly returned without telling him, and then it was an assistant who had been fired before who seemed to be in contact with him.
“Come back if you want. He’s grown up and doesn’t need anyone to take care of him anymore.” The implication was to stop paying for his tuition and living expenses.
Wen Long’s father had helped Xie Jiu before, but the latter had repaid the favor with other things a long time ago. He took Wen Long in afterwards just to avoid being criticized. In fact, he had done his best. What Xie Jiu cared about was not the fact that Wen Long came back secretly, but the fact that his former assistant contacted him.
During that dangerous time, Xie Jiu eliminated a large number of other people’s spies and pawns. He kept the former assistant as a fishing target. Unexpectedly, this person would contact Wen Long.
“I was ambushed. Was he involved?”
“We haven’t found it yet.” said the assistant on the other end.
“Keep watching.”
After leaving the walled city, Wen Long moved into an apartment that he had rented a long time ago. Xie Jiu gave him enough living expenses, and Wen Long himself had some business acumen and invested in some small businesses, so he still had some money on him at this time – of course, after seeing the prosperity outside, he no longer cared about this little money.
He called Xie Jiu’s former assistant and prepared to pay for some information. As a result, the former assistant told him a shocking piece of news.
“You said Xie Jiu made a will and notarized it?” Wen Long was very confused. Why did Xie Jiu suddenly think of making a will? Was it because of the last attack?
However, Wen Long didn’t think that this person would share the inheritance with him. Although he was an adopted son in name, it was just to give his deceased father some face and to say that he sounded nice. This was very disadvantageous to him.
If Xie Jiu didn’t make a will, he would have gotten a share as an adopted son in the unlikely event that something happened. But now that the will was made, all the money would go to others.
“Who are the beneficiaries of the estate?” Would it be his subordinates? Or would he just donate it all?
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment: “He Tiantong.”
“Who?” Wen Long knew who that was, but he was not sure for the moment.
“He Jizu’s grandson, He Tiantong. He is the only beneficiary of the estate. If he is gone, the entire estate will be donated.”
“Pah, pah, pah.” It suddenly started to rain heavily outside. The droplets hit the glass windows of the rental house, and the light blurred by the rain also fell on Wen Long’s confused face.
“Hello? Are you still listening?”
Wen Long wiped his face and suddenly felt a little cold: “Why him? What is their relationship?”
“Huh? It looks like it’s raining.” An Yinong looked outside the house. “What a pity. I wanted to set off fireworks.”
He just talked to Grandpa He at the old house on the phone. Grandpa He was going to burn the first incense at the Tianhou Temple on the first day of the new year. He felt that An Yinong had suffered a lot of misfortunes this year, so he wanted to burn incense with him to get rid of the bad luck. However, An Yinong declined as he would rather lie in bed and sleep in. However, he did agree to have a small gathering at the old house during the New Year.
“Oh, I really want to split myself into several parts, so that two of me can draw comics and two of me can sleep in.” He returned to the table and took out a stack of half-finished drawings, which were for Gu Pan’s “Master Teacher”
The male protagonist in the drawing was wearing a long robe with wide sleeves, holding a chess piece in his hand, and his long hair was like a waterfall.
He smiled and asked, “Was Xie Jiu jealous of Gu Pan before?”
“What? Jealous?” The system popped up, “Host, you look like you’re in love, right? Have you finally let go of your previous feelings and started over?”
“…” This little fool, “Xiao Qi doesn’t care about the mission now, and is focusing on gossip?”
“Is there a mission? Where’s the mission target? Humph, there’s not even a ghost!” The system reached out and touched a handful of melon seeds left for Xie Xie, and started to crack them. “I’ve let it go. What mission? If the mission target appears in front of the host tomorrow, I won’t feel anything.”
“Thanks, but don’t show up.”
As a result, the next day.
“Master, someone has come and says he is your guest.”
An Yinong looked at the servant at the door: “Guest? Did he say his name?”
“Yes, he said his name is Wen Long.”
An Yinong looked at the system, and the system also looked at An Yinong.
“Host, don’t look at me. If I had said anything, I would have upgraded to an advanced system long ago.” The system raised its hands and protested.
“How did he know I lived here? It’s strange. Even my classmates at school didn’t know.”
An Yinong frowned, put down his pen and said, “Tell him to wait downstairs, I’ll be down soon.”
After getting permission, Wen Long walked into the small villa, which had grass, flower beds, fountains, beautifully trimmed shrubs, and two rows of pine and cypress trees, making the pointed-roof villa look like a castle in a fairy tale.
He heard that this was just a small property under the name of ‘He Tiantong’. He was not even seventeen years old yet, but he already owned five or six properties, the cheapest of which was worth several million.
“Please come this way.” The chief security guard led Wen Long to the door of the villa. Another servant came out and continued to escort the guests to the hall.
“Butler, cook, maid, gardener, security guard… He lives alone, but there are so many people serving him. Moreover, it is just a temporary residence, but it is decorated so magnificently. There is even a whole wall of tropical fish in the house. The He family is really rich.” Wen Long looked around the villa inconspicuously, calculating the price of every decoration and every painting.
Although he had been Xie Jiu’s adopted son for several years, he did not get much in return, and Xie Jiu was not a person who liked extravagance, so when Wen Long walked into this villa full of “He Chengjue’s aesthetics”, he made such an exclamation.
This was He Chengjue’s aesthetic taste: he wanted things to be luxurious and magnificent, and he didn’t care about the price. After traveling abroad, Wen Long, whose ambition has been awakened, was ready to make a move. He felt that he was a fool before, chasing a liar but missing a precious pearl.
He analyzed He Tiantong’s personality traits in his mind, thinking about how to get everything from him.
Innocent young ladies and young masters were always easily captured by the scheming people at the bottom – recent movies and novels always promoted this strange idea, and Wen Long got inspiration from it. Not to mention the heir to Xie Jiu’s estate, the He family’s property alone was a sum that an ordinary person cannot earn in a lifetime.
Suddenly there was a noise upstairs. Wen Long looked up and saw An Yinong, wearing a gray sweater and jeans, walking down from upstairs.
After not seeing him for many days, he seemed to be more handsome than Wen Long remembered. The childishness in him disappeared, his face became more delicate, and his temperament also changed to that of a gentle and handsome adult. It’s like growing from a child into an adult.
Wen Long’s heart was pounding as he watched him walk down from the ‘castle’ and come in front of him.
“Long time no see.” An Yinong walked to the hall and sat down. “How did Mr. Wen know I was here?”
Wen Long looked at the pair of slender legs wrapped in jeans. After not seeing him for a year, He Tiantong had grown a lot taller and looked like an adult when he wasn’t smiling.
Not many people knoew An Yinong’s address. Wen Long certainly couldn’t say that he had asked Zhang Ming about it. The man had planned to kidnap and sell him out. There was an irreconcilable hatred between the two of them.
So Wen Long said, “I asked this from a friend. It’s really embarrassing to say that I was thinking about our affairs when I was abroad.”
“You cheating on me?” An Yinong gave an accurate definition of ‘their business’ with a half-smile.
“There may be a misunderstanding between us.”
Wen Long was about to explain, but Granny Lian came over with tea, interrupting his mood. A teapot filled with fragrant and warm red date tea and several clean teacups were placed on the table. Granny Lian turned over two of the glass tea bowls and filled them 70% full.
“Thank you, grandma.” An Yinong thanked her. He picked up one of the cups and touched his lips. The temperature was just right.
An Yinong half-closed his eyelids and silently drank tea. Although he didn’t say anything, the air was full of hints of “please don’t talk, be quiet”. Wen Long couldn’t find a suitable opportunity to speak, so he had to pick up the tea bowl.
The red date tea was sweet and delicious, but Wen Long had no intention of appreciating it. He had been rehearsing his planned speech in his mind. No matter whether An Yinong asked him “where have you been” or said “I can’t forgive you”, he would always use this as a starting point to carry out his own plan.
“Tiantong, I…”
Seeing Wen Long’s hesitant expression, An Yinong’s nerve called ‘100% passive acceptance of tasks’ was directly touched. Before the other person could speak, he said, “I forgive you, but we should not have any more contact in the future.”
Wen Long held the warm teacup, his face froze for a moment. He recalled the scene when the young master said with red eyes, “I treat you as a friend, you treat me as a business”, and compared it with the coldness now, he felt anxious that everything was out of control.
If he was angry, things might be better. But now his cold and polite attitude was more like “letting it go”, which was the worst case scenario.
“I heard that there are guests at home?”
An Yinong raised his head, still holding the teacup in his hand. He didn’t say anything yet, but there was a smile on his face, and the smile spread to his eyes, and you could tell how happy he was. The difference in attitude was so obvious, there was a palpable ‘preference’.
Wen Long’s confidence was completely wiped out by such “favoritism”. He wanted to know who was the person who could make this young master happy just by showing up. He turned his head and the moment he saw the person coming, his expression froze.
“Why is he here?” Wen Long clutched the fabric of his trousers in fear.
Standing at the door was Xie Jiu, wearing a black cashmere coat and a houndstooth scarf. There was a leaf on his shoulder, and he looked exhausted.
He walked in, handed his scarf and gloves to the servant beside him, and turned his eyes to An Yinong: “Why did you come down without a coat? There is no air conditioning downstairs.”
“There are guests at home, so I came down in a hurry. Uncle Jiu, would you like some red date tea? It’s not very sweet.”
“Are you coaxing me again?” Xie Jiu smiled and sat down aside.
“This time it’s real, not sweet at all.” An Yinong poured him a cup, “Try it.”
Wen Long was frozen all over, watching them talking and interacting as if no one else was around. There was not even any physical contact, only a few eye contact, but he could tell how close they were. It was also the first time he knew that Xie Jiu could laugh and care whether others wore a coat or not. Why did Xie Jiu appear here? Was it a coincidence, or did he come here on purpose?
The warm red date tea was more sour than sweet, but it would be a lie to say that it was not sweet. Only someone like An Yinong who loved sweets would feel that it was not sweet. Xie Jiu, who usually only drank black coffee or tea, felt that he was drinking a glass of honey water.
He took a sip of the ‘honey water’, then another sip, and finished it before putting it down: “The store has a new half-baked cheesecake, and I wanted to ask Tiantong to try it…”
“Really?” An Yinong’s eyes lit up, “I’ll change my clothes and go with you later.”
Wen Long’s fingers tightened, and the tea bowl slipped from his hands, splashing tea. An Yinong finally turned his gaze back, his smile was still there, but the smile was gone: “Mr. Wen, are you okay? Did you get burned?”
“No, Tiantong, do you have an appointment tonight? I’ll leave right away.” Wen Long retreated to advance, and he glanced at his adoptive father opposite him.
If it were anyone else, seeing Wen Long say this, they would try to keep him or even invite him to dinner even out of politeness. But An Yinong just nodded when he heard it.
“Take care, I won’t see you off.”
That’s all?
Wen Long’s expression was not good, and he was surprised for a moment. But Xie Jiu on the opposite side raised his mouth, reached out to pick up the teapot and poured himself another cup of red date tea.
“It’s a good tea with a nice balance of sweet and sour flavors.”
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