The queen's wife is too sultry

"Grandpa, if I remember correctly, I also have a younger uncle."

"His name is... Jiang Lifeng."

Jiang Jingting said indifferently, ignoring the ugly expression of Jiang Tingyue sitting opposite him.

"Jiang Jingting, I'll give you three seconds to get out of my study." The voice was hoarse and sullen.

"Grandpa, I thought you have withdrawn from the management of the group for so many years, and you have traveled around the world, and your temper has restrained a lot..."

Jiang Jingting calmly sipped his black tea and said, "It seems that your violent temper has not changed."

Jiang Tingyue's face was gloomy, and there was a storm brewing in his eyes.

Outside the window is still rainy, pattering, like dense drums beating on the window, making people irritable and tired.

The harmonious and harmonious atmosphere between the grandfather and grandson has become tense at this moment, one is furious and the other is calm.

Jiang Tingyue's whole body was tense, and he looked at his grandson coldly, trying to deduce his purpose from his casual expression.

Jiang Lifeng, the name is equivalent to a taboo in the Jiang family.

When it was mentioned again, Jiang Tingyue was even dazed for a moment, and then, the painful and sad memories about this name that he had deliberately forgotten flooded his brain again like a flood.

His heart, which had been peaceful for many years, became uneasy again. This uneasiness was out of his control, and he had no choice but to transform it into a kind of anger.

"Jiang Jingting, do you think that after being the president of RC for a few years, you can ignore me?"

Jiang Lifeng was his back-liner, and Jiang Jingting mentioned Jiang Lifeng without warning today, which was obviously a kind of disregard for his majesty.

"Grandpa, you know I didn't mean that."

Jiang Jingting frowned slightly, feeling more and more suspicious.

Even though he had never met Jiang Lifeng, he only knew conceptually that he had such an uncle, and he also knew that it was a name that was not allowed to be mentioned.

But he didn't expect that Jiang Tingyue would be provoked so easily with his decades of experience in the business world.

"Then what do you mean? Your uncle died before you were born, and you have never seen him. Now you mention him for no reason. What do you want?"

Jiang Tingyue's face was uncertain, and his sharp, dark eyes were fixed on his grandson.

Even though he was over seventy years old, at that moment, the terrifying and deep aura he erupted remained undiminished, like a fierce tiger staring at its prey.

Jiang Jingting said lightly: "If I say, my uncle is not dead."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a boulder thrown into the originally calm sea, instantly stirring up a storm in Jiang Tingyue's heart.

"What does it matter to you whether he lives or dies? What are you planning in your mind?"

The old man's words were stinging, but they couldn't hit Jiang Jingting's vitals in the slightest.

Jiang Jingting lowered his eyebrows and poured another cup of black tea for the old man. His overly cold and plain expression was engulfed in the rising mist, making it even more difficult for people to see through his thoughts.

The lid of the porcelain cup made a crisp sound, which didn't match the serious atmosphere of the matter.

"I inquired about some things from my family back then."

"Uncle is the illegitimate child you brought back from outside. Both grandma and father know this."

Regardless of Jiang Tingyue's gloomy face, he continued: "You and the Dawson family were assassinated twice because of business disputes."

"The Dawson family was born in the underworld in the early years, and their influence in the United States should not be underestimated. In order to expand RC's business territory, you offended George, and then..."

Jiang Jingting paused, and did not continue.

"Then George sent someone to set fire to Jiang's house on Christmas Day. Half of the house was burned down. Everyone was rescued intact, except Li Feng..."

"Disappeared in that fire."

Jiang Tingyue, who was already over seventy years old, seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and leaned slumped on the recliner. The rage just now disappeared, leaving only a lonely and sad feeling.

His cloudy and wrinkled eyes looked out of the window without focus, the rain seemed to be getting heavier, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the window sill, as if venting his powerless anger.

"Jing Ting, do you know? When your uncle left... he was only ten years old..."

At this time, Jiang Tingyue was no longer the all-powerful leader in the business world, but a lonely old man who had lost his beloved son.

Jiang Jingting narrowed his eyes, and a look of unbearable flashed across his eyes.

After a while, he asked softly, "Missing doesn't mean death, does it?"

"Grandpa, have you ever thought that Uncle might... still be alive."

When Jiang Tingyue heard the words, he turned his head and yelled, "Ridiculous!"

"It's been decades, and I sent someone to search for three days and three nights, but I couldn't find it. Why do you, a person who has never seen him, speak wild words here!"

Jiang Jingting's eyes darkened, he pursed his lips and remained silent.

He had long heard the talkative servants at home secretly discussing that when the Dawson family set fire to retaliate against the Jiang family, the fire burned for a day and a night before it was extinguished.

Although Jiang Tingyue and his wife lived in peace, his beloved ten-year-old son Jiang Lifeng mysteriously disappeared in the fire.

Some people said that Jiang Lifeng did not disappear, but was buried in the sea of ​​fire.

After all, he was not as lucky as his elder brother Jiang Yansen. He just escaped from a catastrophe when he went out that day. He was still young at the age of ten, and he was panicked and didn't know how to escape.

Even Jiang Tingyue himself, after three days and three nights of searching but found nothing, could only accept the cruel fact with grief.

The young Jiang Jingting once mentioned to his parents his uncle whom he had never met before, but his father sternly warned him not to mention this person in Jiang's house.

Especially in front of grandfather Jiang Tingyue.

But what everyone didn't know was that Jiang Jingting not only knew that he had a brother-in-law.

He also knew that he was Jiang Tingyue's illegitimate son brought back from outside.

"Grandpa, the Dawsons—"

"That's enough, I don't want to hear any more." Jiang Tingyue interrupted Jiang Jingting with a blank face, his eyes were full of coldness and inhumanity.

"Get out of the study before I lose my patience."

After that, he picked up the book on the small table again, and turned to the page with the bookmark.

Jiang Jingting got up helplessly, feeling a chill, he turned his head to look, it turned out that the rain was too heavy, drifting in through the open window.

He closed the window tightly to completely isolate the cold outside. When he looked up, the heavy rain had blurred the scenery outside the window, and he couldn't see anything else clearly except for the meandering water.

"The tea is getting cold, I'll ask Diego to change another pot for you."

Jiang Tingyue kept his head down, as cold as ice.

Jiang Jingting took a deep look at him and left the study.

In the few minutes after he left, the book in Jiang Tingyue's hand never turned a page.