The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

Shen Ci first heard the noise at the door and looked up: "Dad?"

Xie Shuheng cut the peeled apple into small pieces evenly, arranged them on a porcelain plate, then stood up and said, "Uncle Shen."

Shen Xiaoming walked to the bedside and asked gently, "Youyou, how are you feeling now?"

"I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. The doctor said I can be discharged tomorrow."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Ci's gaze swept between her father and Xie Shuheng.

For some reason, she vaguely sensed an indescribable stagnation in the air.

Xie Shuheng pushed the porcelain plate towards Shen Ci's hand, then took out a tissue and wiped his fingers clean one by one.

"Uncle Shen, I have something to attend to, so I'll head back now."

He stood up and turned to Shen Ci, his tone slightly gentler than before, "Remember to eat the apple. Shu Yun will be here this afternoon; I'll have her bring you some magazines so you can read them when you're bored."

Shen Ci nodded: "Thank you, senior."

"Don't mention it, just send me a WeChat message if you need anything."

Xie Shuheng picked up his coat from the back of the chair, nodded slightly to Shen Xiaoming, and turned to leave.

Shen Xiaoming watched that retreating figure, then glanced at the neatly sliced ​​apples on the bedside table—

Each piece was the same size, as if it had been measured with a ruler.

Such a person is meticulous and thorough even in ordinary tasks.

"long."

He sat down in the chair, speaking very softly.

"Young Master Xie is a good person." He paused, considering his words carefully, "But you two are not a good match."

Shen Ci looked up at her father, her eyes filled with confusion: "Dad, what are you talking about?"

Shen Xiaoming did not answer immediately.

He looked into his daughter's clear eyes, which were pure and free of any impure thoughts.

There was no shyness, no excitement, no other emotions.

Pure gratitude.

Like a pool of clear water, you can see right to the bottom.

He suddenly realized that it was not the right time to say some things.

If I were to speak out, it would be like planting a seed that shouldn't have been planted in her heart.

"It's nothing." He smiled, then took a cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to his daughter.

Seeing his daughter's questioning look, Shen Xiaoming said, "I got it back from Xiaoyu."

After he finished speaking, he recounted what had happened.

"The evidence is now conclusive, and Xiaoyu has committed a crime."

Shen Ci looked at her father and asked, "What did Uncle Shen say?"

Shen Xiaoming: "He knelt down and begged me not to send Xiaoyu to the police station. I know he didn't love Xiaoyu; he was just afraid of losing face."

Shen Ci listened quietly, her fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of her phone.

"Dad," she looked up, her voice soft, "what are you thinking?"

Shen Xiaoming remained silent for a moment.

"Young Master Xie is right about one thing," he said, his gaze falling on his daughter's pale face, his eyes filled with heartache.

"This matter should not be publicized, as it could cause you further harm. Bai Yifeng has already received his due punishment, as for your uncle's family—"

His voice trailed off.

"I have severed ties with them."

Shen Ci's fingers paused.

She looked at her father, at this usually gentle man, and at the unwavering firmness in his eyes at this moment.

For her sake, her father severed the brotherly bond that had lasted for decades.

"Youyou," Shen Xiaoming held his daughter's hand. His hand was warm and rough, bearing the marks of time.

"You don't need to wrong yourself for anyone. You don't need to forgive those who hurt you because of family ties. Whether it's Shen Yu or your uncle, since they dared to lay a hand on you, they don't deserve to be your family anymore."

Shen Ci remained silent for a moment, then gripped her father's hand tightly.

"I'll do whatever Dad says."

……

Inside the private room, the crystal chandelier was dimmed.

Yin Kuo slumped in the velvet sofa, twirling a half-full glass of whiskey in his hand, the ice cubes clinking against the glass.

"I don't know what Lao Xie has been busy with lately," he said, tilting his head back and taking a swig, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I can't even find him for a drink."

Yu Xingye came over from the side and slapped Yin Kuo hard on the shoulder, making the wine in his glass slosh around.

Yu Xingye ignored Yin Kuo's complaints, his gaze passing over him and landing on another sofa—Jiang Duo was leaning there, his long legs crossed, holding a phone in his hand, his face expressionless, as cold as a piece of jade.

"What's wrong with Brother Duo?" Yu Xingye asked in a low voice. "He doesn't look well."

Yin Kuo glanced at him in the direction of his gaze and rolled his eyes inwardly.

What can you do?

I almost got dumped by that old antique.

He has an exceptionally handsome face, but he's also obsessed with romance.

Unlike him, who was so carefree, after being dumped by the school beauty from the other school, he found a new girlfriend who was a member of a girl group and is still living a good life.

Sigh, every monkey has its own way of being tied up. Duo Ge's heart is now firmly tied to the little antique, and he's even thrown the key into the sea.

Of course, Yin Kuo dared not tell anyone these things.

He coughed lightly, sat up straighter, and said seriously, "Well, Duo is a junior in college now. Uncle Jiang has been giving him more and more projects to handle this year, so he's exhausted."

Yu Xingye said "Oh," without suspecting anything, and turned to get the grapes from the fruit plate.

Sitting on the other side of Yin Kuo, Ji Jiazhuo suddenly chuckled twice at his phone, his shoulders shaking slightly.

Yin Kuo was annoyed, so he flicked his knuckles and tapped him on the head: "What are you grinning about?"

Yin Kuo was speechless.

He organized this gathering today to help Duo Ge relax.

As a result, the main character was in a low mood throughout, while the supporting characters were all happier than the last.

Ji Jiazhu rubbed his head, placed his phone screen-down on the coffee table, and leaned over mysteriously: "I just heard from someone that Bai Yifeng from the Bai family was sent to Africa by his father to fend for himself."

"That kid," Ji Jiazhu sneered, "dared to harass my girlfriend at the bar before, he'll get what's coming to him sooner or later."

Yin Kuo remembered that he had kicked Bai Yifeng because of Shen Ci.

He became interested and leaned forward: "I wonder which philanthropist did this?"

"I heard it was Xie Shuheng who taught him a lesson," Ji Jiazhuo raised an eyebrow. "Brother Yin, didn't you know?"

Yin Kuo looked puzzled, his wine glass hovering in mid-air.

Old Xie is a man with a mind as deep as a trench; he rarely makes a move.

I don't know what Bai did to offend him, that made him personally intervene.

Ji Jiazhuo looked around and saw that everyone there was tight-lipped, so he didn't hide anything: "The Xie family and the Bai family have covered this up, but I have a brother who has some inside information who said—" He paused, leaving everyone in suspense, "Bai Yifeng has his eye on a girl and took the opportunity to drug her in Tinglan Prefecture."

"I never imagined," Ji Jiazhuo said, emphasizing each word, "that girl was Xie Shuheng's lover, and that's why she reaped what she sowed."

Yin Kuo blurted out without thinking:

"What nonsense are you talking about! Where would Lao Xie get a mistress? If he did, how come I don't know anything about it—"

Ji Jiazhu interrupted him: "I heard that girl's surname is Shen, something like Shen..." He scratched his head, trying hard to remember, "I think her name is Shen Ci."

After saying that, Ji Jiazhuo felt the private room grow colder.

Young Master Jiang, who had been silent on the sofa, had somehow walked up to him.

She stared down at him, her face chillingly cold...