Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

After enough fussing, Su Mubai returned to the topic, saying that they would gather together during the winter solstice in a few days, at the teahouse where Grandpa Su celebrated his eightieth birthday.

Xie Jiuan asked: "How will sister Sang Ning celebrate her birthday?"

Su Mubai said: "Go back to the old house to have a meal with my grandpa during the day, and we will be the only ones in the evening."

"She doesn't like the empty ones."

…………

Kowloon Mansion Villa.

There was no class in the afternoon, so Jiang Xiannan sat on the sofa in the living room and watched TV.

Quan Yu and Assistant Liu were discussing things in the study on the second floor.

Suddenly, someone I hadn't seen for a long time rushed in from outside with an angry look on his face.

Aunt Zhang hurriedly rushed forward and deliberately raised her voice: "Uncle is here."

When Jiang Xiannan realized who it was, he immediately turned around and saw his uncle with an angry look on his face.

But she saw him pushing Aunt Zhang away: "Where's Quan Yu!"

"Where is he!"

Aunt Zhang staggered back a few steps when he pushed her, and when Jiang Xiannan saw this, she frowned in disgust.

Quan Ye glanced at Jiang Xiannan on the sofa and met his eyes. Jiang Xiannan called out: "Uncle."

Respectful but distant, it is enough to show that the relationship is not good.

Seeing the junior, Quan Ye's anger faded a little, but he was still dark and depressed.

He asked in a deep voice: "Where is your uncle?"

Jiang Xiannan didn't want to pay attention to him and hesitated for a few seconds.

Just when he was about to say that he was upstairs, Quan Ye suddenly felt as if his tail had been stepped on. He was so angry that he shouted loudly: "What am I asking you? Is this how your mother taught you to treat your elders like this?"

Jiang Xiannan frowned. She was not a tolerant person to begin with. When she heard him talk about her mother, she immediately sneered and said, "Are you looking like an elder now?"

"You!" Quan Ye felt he had lost face when she contradicted him in public.

He took a few steps closer to Jiang Xiannan, pointed at her and said "you" in succession.

It looks like it wants to eat people.

But Jiang Xiannan's completely unafraid appearance made him even more angry.

"You'd better stand there and don't move." A cold voice came from the second floor.

Quan Ye stopped and looked up.

Beside the fence on the second floor, Quan Yu looked at him condescendingly with cold eyes and said slowly: "Try touching her and see if her mother will kill you."

Quan Ye immediately thought of Quan Mingjuan, and felt frightened for a while, regaining some sense.

Quan Yu mocked and sneered: "You are really becoming more and more promising by showing off your authority in front of the juniors."

"If you live for another two years, you can just go back and be reincarnated!"

Glancing at Jiang Xiannan, Quan Ye was annoyed by his impulsiveness just now and felt that he had lost face. Then he pointed the finger at Quan Yu upstairs: "Did you touch my business?"

Quan Yu looked at him condescendingly: "What are you yelling at?"

Quan Ye was about to go upstairs immediately, but was stopped by someone coming from the side. During the tug, Quan Yu said: "Let him come up."

After saying that, he re-entered the study without looking back.

In the room, Assistant Liu was holding a computer, his eyes focused.

No one stopped him, Quan Ye strode into the study.

Quan Yu sat in front of the desk and watched him going crazy.

Banging his fist on the table hard, leaning forward, Quan Ye asked fiercely: "Who allows you to touch my business!"

Quan Yu leaned back and distanced himself in disgust. What he said calmly was heartbreaking: "First, the head of the Quan family can check the accounts of everyone in the Quan family."

"You don't need to be accurate"

"Second, if you are clean, will you be afraid that I will check?"

Quan Ye's pupils shrank: "What do you mean?"

Seeing that he was still pretending to be stupid, Quan Yu swept the tip of his tongue across his teeth, and the next second he stood up and grabbed Quan Ye's collar across the desk.

The movement was violent, the desk made a collision sound, and the vase on it fell to the ground, breaking into pieces with a crisp sound.

Quan Yu whispered: "I have said before that some things cannot be touched."

"Are my words falling on deaf ears?"

With that said, he took the computer handed over by Assistant Liu with one hand and put it on the table. He grabbed the hand by the collar and pulled it down hard to let him see what was on it: "What? Don't you know what I'm going to say now?"

Quan Ye looked at the clear running water above and the clear accounts that were checked.

Knowing that Quan Yu knew what he was doing behind his back, he became so angry that he simply broke the jar and struggled hard on the collar that was grabbed. To no avail, he could only yell: "So what? Why do you care about me!"

Hearing his words, Quan Yu sneered, suddenly let go of his collar, and Quan Ye staggered back.

Quan Yu walked out from behind the desk, stood in front of him, and said coldly: "If I weren't afraid that the Quan family would be dragged into trouble by you, do you think I would care less about you?"

"Also, do you think you will get any good fruits if you let the old man know?"

Quan Ye's eyes flashed with fear. The old man had retired, not just stopped doing things. He still clearly remembered his smiling face when the family property was divided: "I can give these things to you, and I can also take them back."

"Whoever has unclean hands and feet will be chopped off by me myself."

Quan Ziyue knew very well that the old man kept his word. After living to this age, he had been involved in many ups and downs, both black and white. But now he no longer values ​​money or power. What he values ​​most is the entire family. of honor and disgrace.

Anyone who dares to destroy the character and heritage of the Quan family, the lintel of a century-old family, will have offended him.

Quan Ye didn't dare to think about what he would do with himself.

Quan Yu turned around, picked up the cigarette case on the table, opened it, took out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth. He puffed out slowly and held the cigarette butt between his fingers.

He sat on the edge of the desk, staring at Quan Ye across from him with his deep eyes, and said calmly: "Don't always look like I owe you."

"We share the same property in our hands. Why we are in this situation is your business. You can't blame anyone else."

If the things in your hands have shrunk, there is no reason to blame others.

He took another puff of cigarette and continued between breaths: "As for the position of the head of the family, it is the old man's business who gives it to him."

Shaking the ash from his fingers into the ashtray: "To be honest, he gave me the seat, but it's my own ability to sit firmly."

Quan Yu took two steps closer: "For people in this position, ability is used to convince the public, and cleanliness is used to guard the home."

The fist landed on his chest: "Brother, ask yourself, if it were you, would you dare to hand the Quan family into your own hands?"

Quan Ye didn't say anything. He knew what he said very well, but he just couldn't accept it. Why was Quan Ye prospering and everyone admired him, but he kept on declining.

Quan Yu didn't expect him to wake up with just a few words of his own, turned around and put out his cigarette in the ashtray.

He said calmly: "I won't tell the old man what happened this time."

"But whether he knows it or not has nothing to do with me."

Quan Ye looked up at him fiercely: "What do you mean?"