The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary
Chapter 115 Ding Hong's Memories
Xiaojiang.
Ding Hong's long-forgotten memory was also slowly opened. Compared with Uncle Han, the timeline he was awakened was longer...
My grandfather passed away when my father was a teenager, so it was natural for my eldest uncle, who had already grown up, to take over the furniture factory that the family depended on for survival. Unfortunately, his qualifications and abilities were limited, and although he did not go bankrupt, he could barely maintain the business. At that time, my father had been in the army for several years, but he resolutely gave up the opportunity to be promoted and returned home after being discharged from the army. With his outstanding abilities and the courageous fighting spirit of a soldier, he bravely took on the responsibility and revitalized the family business. Later, my grandmother made the final decision and won the right to make business decisions. At this time, my father was nearly 30 years old, and he happily accepted the blind date arranged by the elders, and then he met my mother, who was also in the ranks of older people.
His mother was good-looking and came from a merchant family. Although she had nothing to do with the Ding family's business, she was financially capable and had a solid foundation. She married late because she had a younger brother who was twelve years younger than her, and he was Ding Hong's only uncle.
After my grandmother gave birth to my uncle at an advanced age, she was in poor health and could not take care of herself. As the old saying goes, "the eldest sister is like a mother." Although my uncle had a nanny to take care of him, my mother was just a young girl at the time, but she took the initiative to invest a lot of energy in family affection and education, and later took on the responsibilities of enlightenment and supervising academic studies. She really gave a lot and was happy to do it, but it was a pity that she missed her marriage because of this.
Many years later, the mother lamented that her uncle had overdrawn too much of her maternal love early on, so that she had no interest or intention to tutor her own son.
My parents were a perfect match, and neither of them could find fault with the other, so they got married, got pregnant, and gave birth to me.
However, during my pregnancy, my grandfather suddenly became seriously ill and his condition deteriorated rapidly. He passed away less than two months later. At that time, my mother was running around with me in her belly. His birth made my mother very happy because she could finally get rid of this burden and go all out to save my grandfather's family business.
Of course, my father's family disagreed, but my mother felt no guilt. She successfully continued the Ding family's lineage and felt that she had accomplished her mission, so she assisted her uncle who had just entered the business world with peace of mind.
Therefore, Ding Hong grew up in the arms of others: his grandmother, aunt, aunt, etc. Each relative loved him, but was angry because they were dissatisfied with his mother; each relative agreed to take him in, but was unwilling to do so for a long time, so they had to take turns...
During this period, the undercurrents and struggles between his grandmother and mother were not known to outsiders, but the uneasy atmosphere surrounded him, and due to his natural nostalgia for his parents, Ding Hong, who was still an infant, occasionally became anxious and restless. Of course, he had no memory of all this, and only when his grandmother mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally, and when he learned more about the past in recent years, did he vaguely associate it with the feeling of anxiety and displacement in his childhood.
Finally, when he was four years old, his father did not want him to live with female elders anymore, lest he be spoiled and lose his masculine rigidity, so he took Ding Hong back to his house against all odds. It sounded nice to say that he wanted to teach him personally, but unfortunately, his father did not have the time for that. Apart from occasionally calling him home to set rules and check his studies, he would take him to the company in his busy schedule to spend a few hours with his secretaries. Even so, he spent more time with his father than with his "frequent flyer" mother.
I remember that when he was young, Ding Hong even suspected that his uncle might be his mother's biological son? He might have been brought home by his father to hide his identity. This absurd thought only flashed through his mind when he was extremely angry with his mother.
It is not entirely true that his mother was indifferent to him. It is just... how to describe it? This motherly love was so inappropriate and improper, and was forced on a young boy who had no ability to resist. Just like the changes of servants and tutors, it is a long time ago and a long story:
The four-year-old child is already in kindergarten, and there are two nannies who take care of his daily life, two tutors who accompany him on a daily basis, plus a housekeeper, cleaner, cook and driver, about ten people. The master and mistress are busy all year round, so everything in this house is designed to serve the little master.
The Ding family is a typical industrial family, and Ding Hong is the child who has a "mine" to inherit in other people's words. "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight." The enlightenment teaching of Chinese studies, thinking, foreign languages, musical instruments, and sports courses has been fully launched. Except for some individual projects, the courses are basically taught by teachers at home. Therefore, as long as the young master is at home, the Ding residence will be under the overall arrangement of the housekeeper, and people will shuttle back and forth, making it very lively.
The nanny who took care of him personally once said distressedly: "Our young master's schedule is very full, probably no less than that of the master and mistress."
Is it hard? Is it tiring? Of course not. It's just because I've been like this since I was a child, and other children in kindergarten and relatives of the same age are also like this. Who says that children from rich families have an easy life? If you want your wealth to be passed down from generation to generation, how can you neglect the training of heirs?
Although Ding Hong is serious and arrogant now, his childhood was quite different: he had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a chubby face. Although he was spoiled by his elders all year round, he was also good at observing people's words and expressions. His speech and behavior were well-behaved, he always smiled when he saw people, and he was quite popular with his elders.
The housekeepers and teachers who had close contact with him loved him sincerely. After all, Ding Hong was young and innocent, so it was inevitable that he treated people differently. There was a 30-year-old nanny named Aunt Qin who made up for Ding Hong's lack of maternal love, until one day the aunt suddenly returned to her hometown. The round-faced teacher Lulu was particularly kind. Because of his love for her, Ding Hong was particularly excited to learn French with her, but for some reason, Teacher Lulu was replaced by another teacher Anna with a melon-seed face and elegant and dignified appearance. Uncle Xiao Zhao, who was responsible for picking him up and dropping him off at school, often played basketball and Lego with him in his spare time, and even played and frolicked with him on rare occasions, but later... the ending was clear without telling.
After this happened many times, the seven-year-old Ding Hong came to the sad conclusion that whoever he got close to would disappear.
No one told him and he never asked, but he just knew, and he also knew that the person who was manipulating all this behind the scenes was his mother.
A mother who neglected to take care of him and therefore could not have a close mother-son relationship feared, defended, and deprived her son of all outsiders who might be able to provide him with affection. She would rather spend so much time and effort than do anything to make up for it herself.
The reasons are so complicated that they are difficult to explain, but they are carried out again and again without getting tired of it.
Funny? Maybe not.
Should we understand this inappropriate maternal love? Perhaps not.
In short, Xiao Dinghong gradually mastered a rule: if you like someone, you will be cold, picky, or even aggressive to him/her, so that you can keep that person.
Which child can continue to maintain his pure and passionate nature in the long run? However, his parents did not think so, and were even pleased with their son's strong temperament formed by his indifference and coldness.
Thinking of this, Ding Hong sighed.
Xiao Jiang. This is not just a nickname, but his first successful masterpiece against his parents' decision!
This reminded him of Aunt Mu Zi, who had passed away many years ago. Her smile was kind and innocent. She treated him warmly and patiently, always trying to understand and melt his frozen heart. But how could Ding Hong reveal his love? Unless he didn't want to see Aunt Mu appear in the Ding family or in front of him again. Even if she was Uncle Han's wife, so what? His mother didn't trust anyone.
In the past few years, my uncle has become independent and my grandparents' business is thriving. My mother is content and gradually retires. She wants to return to the family and play the role of a good mother, but her son has grown up and was sent to study abroad...
Ding Hong raised his lips slightly, feeling a kind of revengeful pleasure in his heart. If you miss it, you miss it. Time is the only thing that is fair to everyone.
He turned his attention back to Uncle Han, who was pursing his lips and staring blankly at his clasped, slightly dry hands, looking undecided and hesitant. Ding Hong was soft-hearted. The only person in the world who really cared about him and understood his character was Uncle Han, better than his own parents.
"Uncle Han." Ding Hong's voice was rarely warm, but it did not affect the firmness in his tone: "I am not a fool. I never have been."
It seems that what Uncle Han discussed with the boss is very important.
An Yi quietly pricked up his ears to listen to the movement, his body tensed and he dared not look behind him casually. Every time Uncle Han's report is basically controlled within one hour, which is also the boss's rule. It seems that it has exceeded the time limit today.
What does this have to do with me? It's just gossip. An Yi smiled secretly in his heart.
The sound of a door opening.
Without turning around immediately, An Yi suddenly looked at Uncle Han who had walked to his side after a few breaths, and stood up with a smile: "Are you leaving?"
"Yes, I have to rush back to the head office. You should get busy too." Uncle Han was as kind as ever: "Xiao An, goodbye."
An Yi quickly said goodbye and watched Uncle Han nod to others until he was out of sight. She let out a light breath and continued to sit down and busy herself with the work in her hands.
In the president's office, Ding Hong stared at the woman outside the glass wall, his mind both clear and confused.
Perhaps this is the drawback of office romance, which shows how wise I was before. Now, do I have to ask her to leave in advance to preserve my reputation? Forget it, there is no point in thinking too much, just wait and see.
Uncle Han, who had walked out of Suntech quickly, was waiting for the elevator. Compared with his warmth and kindness just now, the solemn look on his face made the two sales staff who happened to be taking the elevator dare not approach him, so they chose to take other passenger elevators and secretly wondered what difficulties this experienced steward had encountered?
It's really difficult. Uncle Han was worried about whether to report to General Ding. Although he was unorthodox, he had no intention of doing anything. If the young master changed his mind in a few days, wouldn't he be lying about military intelligence? Just based on his observation of the young master's expression and tone, and the way he handled a few things related to Miss An, it didn't seem like he was playing around...
In fact, what would happen if he reported it? With the young master's brilliant love history, Old Ding would probably dismiss it and think he was making a big deal out of nothing. If he really believed it, would he have to dismiss Miss An as a conclusion? Wouldn't that arouse the young master's desire to win, which would be even worse.
Forget it, there is no point in thinking too much, just walk and see. The same words flashed through Han Shu's mind. If Ding Hong knew, he would laugh and sigh that they were indeed a pair of friends regardless of age.
Young Master, Young Master, when can you let a man over fifty years old put his worries at ease? Uncle Han thought as he walked out of the elevator and met another young man who was equally worried.
"Hello, Uncle Han!"
"Qin Lang? Haha, welcome back! Come on up, President Ding will be very happy to see you."
Will you be happy? Old man who claims to know his young master well, you are wrong this time.
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