The queen's wife is too sultry

Jiang Jingting obediently sat down on the chair beside him, crossed his legs, poured himself a cup of black tea, hot mist rose above the cup, he lowered his eyes, and said lightly:
"How was this trip to Egypt?"

Jiang Tingyue closed the book and put it aside casually, holding black tea in his hand. It was raining outside the window, and the room was warm and quiet just across the window. Perhaps the blanket on his lap was too comfortable, or the black tea in his hand was too warm. He narrowed his eyes comfortably and said:

"The black and white desert of the Sahara is worth a visit, but in general, I have been to so many places, and none of them can compare with China."

He turned his head, looked at the meandering water flowing down the window, and frowned slightly in annoyance, "Look at this rain, it has been falling since I came back, how unpleasant it is."

Jiang Jingting heard the words and looked out the window.

The misty rain has cast a mysterious veil on London, and this has also created London's gray humanities.

From his point of view, many streets cannot be seen at a glance, showing an arc shape, giving people the feeling of winding paths.

Secretive and restrained, London always has this deep temperament.

Jiang Jingting spent nearly 30 years in this city.

He withdrew his gaze, noncommittal: "No matter how unpleasant it is, decades have passed."

Jiang Tingyue gave him a sideways look, "I heard that you have been running to China recently, and you haven't stayed honestly in the group for a while, what's the matter?"

Jiang Jingting said without changing his expression, "What's going on, haven't you heard about it?"

Jiang Tingyue snorted coldly, "It's for that girl again."

Jiang Jingting nodded, "Yes."

He rarely hides anything from Jiang Tingyue, including his love for Ye Zhen.

Jiang Tingyue was the first to know about Ye Zhen's love at first sight.

Jiang Tingyue was not unaware of the "breakup" between the two four years ago. He leaned back on the rocking chair and looked at his grandson with great interest:

"You reconciled again? Why do I seem to have heard that the girl dumped you?"

Jiang Jingting frowned, put down his teacup, and said in a slightly bad tone, "I never admitted breaking up with Ye Zhen."

Jiang Tingyue raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Then she dropped out of school and returned to China four years ago. One of you is in China and the other is in London. What's the trick? Playing cross-border love?"

The blue veins on Jiang Jingting's forehead twitched reluctantly, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was displeased.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Tingyue has been playing around all these years, and he doesn't care about the group, but he knows a lot about him and Ye Zhen.

Jiang Tingyue knew that his grandson had always been calm and wise, and he was not surprised when things happened, and there were very few things that could make him lose his composure.

Seeing him rarely show his appetizing expression now, it aroused even more interest:
"Why didn't you talk? Did that girl change her mind or—"

"Grandpa." Jiang Jingting interrupted him with a sullen face: "I have a very good relationship with Zhenzhen, she loves me very much, and has never changed her mind."

"In the past four years, because of some misunderstandings, she insisted on returning to China, and I was busy with the group's affairs, so we separated for a few years."

"Now we are fine, the same as before."

Jiang Tingyue looked at him with more playful eyes, and said quietly: "It's so good that it drove your mother back to the United States, isn't it?"

He crossed Erlang's legs, and said flatly: "It's even under the guise of my name. If she hadn't called me to plead for mercy, I wouldn't have known about it."

"Although I don't object to that girl falling in love, but this time, aren't you going too far?"

When mentioning his mother, Jiang Jingting's eyes were still as cold and indifferent as before, "It was her who made the mistake first."

"Relying on the Jiang family's family background, I casually slandered Zhenzhen's mother and despised Zhenzhen's background. I didn't report my uncle directly to the Ministry of Industry and Commerce. I already saved face for her."

"What's more..." He paused, his expression gradually becoming subtle, "Although she doesn't understand, I remember clearly how many unclean things the Qiao family has done with the help of the Jiang family's fox and the tiger's prestige these years."

"Clean up Qiao's house, it's just a matter of time."

When he said these words, his brows and eyes were still cold, but he did not conceal the strong and decisive spirit in it. The more time he spent in charge of RC, the less youthful he used to be, and more of his maturity as a businessman Wisdom and shrewdness.

Even though Qiao's family was his mother's natal family, there was no mercy at all.

Jiang Tingyue was calm on the surface, but he was more and more happy and satisfied in his heart.

The grandson he values ​​the most and has personally raised for many years has finally grown into the appearance he expected, able to stir up the mainstay of the Jiang family, and take the lead in the intriguing business struggles, with the demeanor of his youth.

In a few more years, RC Group will definitely grow stronger under his leadership.

"You can make up your own mind about your mother's affairs, but you still need to take care of your grandfather's side. Don't let Jiang Qiao's family make it too ugly."

Relatives turning into enemies was something Jiang Tingyue didn't want to see. In business, the most taboo thing was for friends to turn into enemies.

Jiang Jingting said lightly: "Don't worry, I have my sense of proportion."

Looking at his decisive expression, Jiang Tingyue couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "It would be great if your father was as talented as you back then, but it's a pity that his character is too indecisive, otherwise you wouldn't have worked so hard."

Jiang Tingyue, who was raised as an heir, has worked hard since he was a child, Jiang Tingyue knows better than anyone else.

It's just that his son Jiang Yansen couldn't help him, so he took his grandson to him in desperation.

Fortunately, everything did not live up to his expectations.

To a certain extent, in Jiang Tingyue's eyes, the achievement of cultivating Jiang Jingting even surpassed that of founding RC.

Jiang Jingting is the most worthy of pride in his life.

Jiang Tingyue thought proudly.

Jiang Jingting didn't notice his distraction, and looked out the window indifferently, for a moment, said softly:
"But you're not just a father and a son, are you?"

As soon as his words fell, Jiang Tingyue's nerves, which were still immersed in joy and pride, suddenly tightened, his face darkened, and his vicissitudes of life stared sharply at Jiang Jingting:
"What did you say?"

His voice was extremely low, it didn't seem like he didn't hear the question clearly, but more like a warning.

Jiang Jingting withdrew his gaze, as if he didn't see the sudden change of color of his grandfather, and said casually:

"I said, you are not only a father and a son."

"Father was originally ranked first, and he also has a younger brother, who is my uncle."

The cashmere blanket on Jiang Tingyue's lap was wrinkled in his hand, the expression on his face was no longer the casual playfulness just now, his eyes were replaced by gloomy and deep displeasure.

He stared at Jiang Jingting without saying a word.

Jiang Jingting smiled indifferently, and continued: "If I didn't remember, that second uncle is called Jiang Lifeng."