NOVPUBChapter 689: 689, heart, hurt like suffocation.
Chapter 689: 689, heart, hurt like suffocation.
Liu Yuandong gave a cold laugh, “That old man, always decisive and ruthless. I heard when he was young, slaughtering people was as easy for him as cutting vegetables. He wouldn’t take his own sons and grandsons into consideration. In every ancient family that has existed for hundreds of years, numerous secrets are hidden, such as illegitimate children hidden from the public view. I assume he might have someone on the outside. He probably plans to remove all those in line for succession; then, the illegitimate one can naturally step up.”
“Damn!” Xia Yang cursed.
He raged, laughing bitterly, “the old man discards a man like the boss and instead seeks an illegitimate child to inherit the family business. If he’s not insane, then he’s definitely losing his mind!!”
Listening to all this, Song Qinghuan’s face subtly changed, her body instinctively stepping back.
She hadn’t expected that what Han Qianqian had said was true, that everything was indeed related to Shi Xiuren.
Then Shi Yuhuan, how heartbroken and dejected he must be, given that this is his grandfather.
Hearing a faint noise, Xia Yang and Liu Yuandong’s expressions turned grave. They quickly turned their heads to see Song Qinghuan standing at the door.
“Madam!” The two of them instinctively turned around, standing upright in front of Song Qinghuan, then becoming somewhat at a loss, guessing whether or not she had heard their previous conversation.
They had no idea whether Song Qinghuan had heard their conversation with Liu Yuandong, but they had a feeling that being overheard would be unpleasant, carrying a slight sense of gossip.
Song Qinghuan’s lips formed an “O,” her eyes wide open with shock.
She stared blankly at them for a moment before recovering her wits and greeting them innocently: “Hello!”
A chill rose from the depths of her heart, and Song Qinghuan felt a vague unease.
But after a moment of stillness, she didn’t directly question the two of them but asked another question: “Where’s Chen Tian? I feel like I haven’t seen him for a long time.”
Mentioning Chen Tian, Xia Yang burst into jubilant laughter: “He’s gone to mine coal in Africa!”
Song Qinghuan was confused: “What did you say? Mine coal?”
Liu Yuandong laughed: “He’s kidding, the boss just sent him on a special task, so he can’t return for now.”
In fact, Chen Tian being suddenly sent away was entirely because Shi Yuhuan had asked him to escort Song Qinghuan home that day, but instead, Song Qinghuan escaped and bore witness to a bloody and brutal scene. That’s why Shi Yuhuan sent him to deal with some troublesome contracts.
“Oh!” Song Qinghuan responded casually before asking again: “Then where’s your boss? Where is he?”
Xia Yang scratched his head in distress: “Ever since the boss returned from the Shi Country Villa, he hasn’t spoken a word. He’s just locked himself in the study.”
Song Qinghuan bid the two men goodbye and went to the study.
When she pushed open the door of the study, she saw Shi Yuhuan sitting alone at his desk, lost in thought. His face appeared expressionless, but it was clear his mood was extremely low, his whole body exuding a dangerous aura.
The desk was a mess with a cup of wine, a wine glass, and scattered documents.
In such an environment, with Shi Yuhuan’s expression, it projected an indescribable sense of despair and loneliness, along with a kind of degenerate solitude.
Seeing Shi Yuhuan in this state, Song Qinghuan’s heart pounded, filled with a suffocating sense of heartache and pain.
What had happened to him? What happened at the Shi Country Villa that could leave him so dispirited? Had he already confronted the old Mr. Shi explicitly?
