Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 271 The fish has taken the bait

At the end of the will, a yellowed photo was quietly tucked in, and the years had gently coated it with a light golden edge.

That was a photo of their family of three.

In the photo, Mr. Xie is sitting comfortably on a rattan chair in the garden, his brows filled with happiness and satisfaction that are hard to conceal.

His mother, Zhong Ke, stood tall and graceful, snuggling up to him, her smile as warm and bright as the spring sun.

The young Xie Jincheng stood between the two of them, wearing a well-tailored suit and his hair combed neatly back. Although his eyes were invisible behind his sunglasses, they could not hide his innate pride and spirit.

The man's eyes lingered on the photo for a long time.

In his memory, his father was always busy and serious.

Even when my mother was diagnosed with severe depression and spent the whole day curled up in her room crying, my father rarely came to see her.

During the few times we met, my father's eyes were always cold and evasive, as if my mother's pain had nothing to do with him.

He thought that his father didn't love his mother, and even less loved him.

In my father's world, it seemed that there were only the Xie family's assets and those endless matters.

But between the lines of the letter, he felt his father's love.

He remembered that when he was sick with a fever as a child, his father would always ask the housekeeper to bring the best medicine and supplements as soon as possible.

When he first started to make a name for himself in the business world, his father never praised him, but he quietly paved the way for him behind the scenes...

Now, the dead are gone and the past is gone.

All love, hate, and vengeance were reduced to zero at this moment.

He finally understood that his father's love was deep and silent, but never left.

Those alienation and indifference were just the armor his father used to protect him.

But he never saw through the true heart under this layer of armor.

Many images suddenly flashed before my eyes.

In the old pharmaceutical factory workshop, the air is filled with the pungent smell of chemicals.

The father had blood scabs on his forehead and was dirty. He yelled, "Son, run!" and rushed towards the woman...

I felt dizzy and my heart felt like it was being torn apart. It hurt so much.

He closed his eyes and his head began to ache uncontrollably, as if it was going to split him apart.

Those dusty memories came flooding back like a tide, drowning him.

He held his forehead with one hand and tried his best to regulate his breathing. Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down from his forehead, and the back of his shirt was soaked with sweat.

He clenched his teeth and forced himself to calm down.

After a while, the headache was relieved.

The shrill ringing of a cell phone broke the silence in the room.

Xie Jincheng frowned slightly, moved his eyes away from the yellowed photo, and reached out to pick up his phone.

The words "Zhao Zechuan" flashed on the screen. He pressed the answer button and put the phone close to his ear.

"Old Xie, the fish has been hooked. Now it's up to you."

Xie Jincheng's eyes darkened slightly, "When are they going to hold the board meeting?"

"Next Mon."

......

To ensure that the plan discussed with Gu Wanwan goes smoothly.

In the next few days, Shen Qianhe kept his distance from Xie Jincheng and avoided meeting him if possible.

In Gu Wanwan's words, this is called creating a sense of mystery.

The sky gradually darkened and the city lights lit up one after another, like stars falling to the earth.

Shen Qianhe closed his laptop and rubbed his swollen temples.

After lunch, she came to her studio and has been busy ever since.

Since handing over the studio to Zheng Huan, Shen Qianhe has indeed been relieved.

Huan arranged the affairs of the studio in an orderly manner, so she hardly had to worry too much.

But one thing surprised her.

Last time, Li Youqian found out that Zheng Huan actually had private dealings with Wei Guan. Combined with Zheng Huan’s Weibo account, Shen Qianhe almost figured out where Zheng Huan came from.

Tonight, she decided to find out Zheng Huan's background herself.

If Zheng Huan really came for the Shen family, then perhaps she could add fuel to the fire.

The students in the studio left one after another, and Shen Qianhe deliberately kept Zheng Huan behind.

Zheng Huan walked into the office holding a thick stack of documents, with his usual calm and capable look on his face.

She thought Shen Qianhe was looking for her regarding studio matters, so she prepared all the materials in advance.

Pushing open the door, Zheng Huan saw Shen Qianhe leaning on the sofa bed with his eyes closed.

She stood at the door, paused slightly, and then knocked lightly on the door frame, "Sister Qianhe."

Shen Qianhe opened his eyes upon hearing the voice, his gaze fell on Zheng Huan, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Huanhuan, you are here, come in."

Zheng Huan walked over to her, placed the information on the coffee table, and then sat down on the small sofa.

She skillfully took out a document from a pile of documents and handed it to Shen Qianhe: "Sister Qianhe, this is the review report of the last exhibition, and the enrollment data of this period of students. In addition, we plan to invite well-known Chinese painting teachers to be guest lecturers for the winter vacation painting class. This is the specific implementation plan. Please see if there is anything that needs to be adjusted."

Shen Qianhe took the document, but did not open it immediately. Instead, he put it aside.

She raised her eyes and looked at Zheng Huan. "Let's talk about the plan tomorrow. Today, I want to talk to you about something else."

She paused, her peach blossom eyes curved slightly, and she smiled faintly, "I've been busy all day, and I'm a little hungry. Would it be convenient for us to have dinner together?"

Zheng Huan was stunned. He did not expect Shen Qianhe to suddenly make such an invitation.

She hesitated, her eyes evasive, as if she was looking for a suitable excuse.

Shen Qianhe didn't give her the chance to refuse.

She stood up, picked up her handbag, and naturally took Zheng Huan's arm. "Let's go. I have something important to tell you."

Zheng Huan was pulled up by her, his steps were a little unsteady, but he had no choice but to follow her out.

She felt vaguely uneasy, as if Shen Qianhe was a little unusual tonight, but she couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

The two walked out of the studio, and the night breeze blew on their faces, bringing a hint of coolness.

Shen Qianhe's steps were brisk, but Zheng Huan's heart felt heavy as if a stone was pressing on it.

"Sister Qianhe, where are we going?"

Shen Qianhe glanced at her sideways, and smiled even more: "You'll know when you get there."