In a high-rise apartment in Yanjing, a young man drunkenly walked to the door of his room. He seemed to be drunk, and even his hands were trembling as he searched for the key. He only managed to open the door after a long time.
After stumbling into the room, the man subconsciously turned on the lights in the apartment.
The light illuminated the newly renovated room, and under the crystal chandelier, the man's figure was swaying.
The man leaned against the wall, tables, and chairs as he moved to the bar counter in the room. He took a half-finished bottle of whiskey, unscrewed the cork, and poured it directly into his mouth.
The amber-colored whiskey spilled out from the corner of the man's mouth, wetting his expensive Versace shirt, but it didn't stop him at all.
After drinking a few mouthfuls, the man seemed to be choking. He coughed a few times, then slumped to the ground and stopped drinking.
"Guodong!?"
Just then, a woman suddenly walked into the unlocked door. She exclaimed when she saw the young man lying on the ground, covered in filth, and almost unconscious.
Luo Cuishan also rushed over. After she came out of the police station, she immediately called Ning Guodong's phone, but Ning Guodong's phone was turned off.
In a hurry, Luo Cuishan ran to the apartment where her son was staying. She didn't expect to see Ning Guodong in such a miserable state as soon as she arrived!
Luo Cuishan was distressed and angry at the same time. After she threw her bag away, she rolled up her sleeves and pulled Ning Guodong up from the ground. Looking at her son, who looked like a drunkard on the street, Luo Cuishan wished that she was dreaming, but the reality was right in front of her eyes.
After spending a lot of effort, she helped Ning Guodong to the sofa. Then, Luo Cuishan took a towel from the bathroom and wiped Ning Guodong's face. She then took off his dirty shirt and took a breath.
Ning Guodong was like a puppet, drinking and gurgling. He didn't say anything and let his mother do whatever she wanted with his body.
Looking at her son like this, Luo Cuishan's eyes reddened. With tears in her eyes, she said, "Guodong, how can you not take care of your body? I know you're very sad now, but a man should know when to yield and when to stand tall. How can you do this?!"
Ning Guodong raised his head and looked at his mother in a daze. He sneered, "Mom … I just … knelt down … I actually knelt down … in front of so many people … to a bastard …"
Ning Guodong had tears and snot running down his face when he said that. He looked like a little boy who had been wronged, instead of a rising star in the officialdom who was like a fish in water.
Luo Cuishan endured the pain in her heart and sat down. She grabbed her son's hand and said, "I know, but Guodong, the more it's like this, the more you can't give up on yourself … You're the young master of the Ning family. It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Sooner or later, you'll make that bastard with the surname Yang pay back a hundredfold! Weren't you very confident in the past? I believe you can do it. You can do it! "
Ning Guodong shook off his mother's hand and laughed bitterly. "Young master? What's the use of that! I can't even get what I want the most. What's the use of being the young master of the Ning family?! Besides, it's still uncertain whether I'll be the one to take over the Ning family in the future … Hmph … "
Luo Cuishan quickly shook her head and said, "Guodong, don't think too much. Listen to me and come home with me. No matter what, you're your father's biological son, our only son. If we don't let you take over the Ning family, who else can? As long as you apologize to your father, he'll be on your side. Be good and come home with me, okay? "
Ning Guodong shook his head woodenly. "Mom, I'm not going back. That man, for a cheap woman, wanted to shoot me. Ha … How could that kind of person be my father? Even if I die, I won't apologize to him. "
A trace of pain flashed through Luo Cuishan's eyes. She closed her eyes and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
"Mom … Can you tell me why? Why can that bastard with the surname Yang get a woman, but I can't? Why can he always make a fool of me!? Why can he make a fool of me with that kind of thing!? Why can he have so many women, but he can't even let go of the one I like!? "Ning Guodong roared like a drunkard. He slammed the sofa and was on the verge of breaking down.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Cuishan trembled. She reached out and touched her son's cheek. She said, "Guodong, do you really … want that woman that much?"
Ning Guodong's drunken eyes flashed with a trace of hatred. He gritted his teeth and said, "I want … I want to torture her to death. I want her to know how low she is … I also want to torture her in front of that Yang … I want to suck that woman's blood dry …"
Perhaps it was because he was mentally exhausted, Ning Guodong fell asleep before he finished speaking.
Luo Cuishan stood there in a daze. She looked at her son who was like a hungry lion roaring in a low voice as he fell asleep. The woman's eyes were filled with an unfathomable black mist …
…
After Lin Zhiguo 'died', the Lin family's mansion in the west of Yan Jing City gradually left the sight of many people. Other than a few servants going in and out of the mansion, not many people came to visit.
The Lin family's building was somewhat antique, but the interior design of the house was similar to that of a modern house.
In a room in the backyard, Hui Lin, who had just finished bathing, was only wearing a white silk nightgown. Her fair shoulders were exposed as she sat on the edge of her soft bed. Her pair of fair legs were exposed to the air, swaying slightly.
Although she rarely stayed in this house for so many years, the television, laptop, and a series of other things in the room were all prepared properly. Even if Lin Zhiguo was gone, the Lin family would only withdraw from the core of power. Their financial resources wouldn't decline too much, so their only granddaughter's life wouldn't change much.
However, Hui Lin clearly wasn't in the mood to touch those things, nor did she have the intention to sleep. She just sat there, lost in her thoughts. Occasionally, she would smile, and occasionally, she would frown with worry.
The door to the room slowly opened from the outside. Abbess Yun Miao, who was wearing a moon-white nightgown, walked in. After all, she had been staying in the city for a long time, so she didn't intentionally wear her traditional Daoist robes anymore.
Seeing that the light in her granddaughter's room was still on, Abbess Yun Miao walked in out of curiosity. When she entered the room, she saw that Hui Lin was also in a daze and didn't notice her.
"Hui Er, what are you smiling about?" Abbess Yun Miao smiled helplessly as she walked up to her.
Hui Lin was shocked, and a trace of redness flashed across her face. She lowered her head and said softly, "Grandma, I … I wasn't thinking about anything. I'm just a little tired, so I was in a daze."
"Hmph, silly girl. You must be thinking about that kid, Yang Cheng!" Abbess Yun Miao said straightforwardly as she sat beside Hui Lin.
Hui Lin's chin was almost touching her chest. Her face was red, and she didn't say a word.
Abbess Yun Miao sighed helplessly. "Actually … you keep telling me not to make things difficult for that Yang Cheng, but deep down, you still like him, don't you?"
Hui Lin didn't say a word, but her heart was beating faster.
"What are you shy about?" Abbess Yun Miao pinched Hui Lin's cheek affectionately before saying, "Back in Tibet, when Yang Cheng left the camp in a helicopter, I saw you sneakily hiding there, watching him leave. I watched you grow up, so how could I not know what you were thinking? That's why I wanted to matchmake you and Yang Cheng. Although I don't really like that kid's philandering, as long as you like him, I can tolerate it. "
"Grandma, don't say anymore … No … No …" Hui Lin's face was red as she murmured.
"What's there to say? Look at you, just now when he sent you home, you watched him drive off. Even if I bid farewell to you, you would never watch me leave like this!" Abbess Yun Miao rolled her eyes at Hui Lin and said, "Really, what's so good about that kid? Why are there so many girls around him?"
Hui Lin pouted and said slowly, "Brother Yang … Although he's not a serious person usually, when he's needed, he always makes people feel safe and trusts him … I think that's what you like about him."
"Sister, sister … The more you call Lin Ruoxi sister, the further away you are from Yang Cheng. Silly girl, if it weren't for the fact that you're still young and aren't in a hurry to get married and have kids, I wouldn't be able to wait that long," Abbess Yun Miao said angrily, "You know the situation of our Lin family. Your parents were killed by that stupid grandfather of yours. Now it's your turn. You're the only one in your generation. If you keep hanging on to Yang Chen without any results, won't our Lin clan have no descendants? When will I be able to hug my great-grandson? "
Hui Lin raised her head, her eyes glistening. She held Abbess Yun Miao's hand and smiled sweetly. "Grandma, you look like you're only in your thirties or forties. How can you become a great-grandmother so quickly? If we go out, people will think that we're mother and daughter. How would they know that we're grandma and granddaughter?"
Abbess Yun Miao was a woman after all. When she heard her granddaughter praising her for being young and pretty, she was overjoyed that she didn't want to admit it. Her resentment vanished and she pretended to be indifferent. "Go be a singer. You didn't learn anything else, but you learned how to sing. Alright, don't you have to go to work tomorrow? Go to bed early. I'll get the servants to brew some ginseng chicken soup. I'll make chicken soup noodles for you tomorrow morning. "
"Alright, grandma, go to bed early too," Hui Lin said obediently.
Abbess Yun Miao stood up and caressed her granddaughter's head lovingly, revealing a helpless yet satisfied smile.
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