Fatal temptation

After what happened there, Cheng Simu looked at the video of the dashcam several times again, but nothing was wrong. It seemed that the car behind had bumped into the car in front suddenly.

Wushi Mountain is really a very evil place. Jiang Yiran persuaded himself not to get involved in that piece of land that day, and there was a certain reason for it. Fortunately, Zhan Zheng fell, and this project was temporarily suspended.

Speaking of Zhan Zheng, the Zhan family is probably in a mess right now.It is also because they are self-inflicted.Cheng Simu sighed, it seems that the memorial meeting in a few days will have to invite Mr. Zhan to come out to preside over the overall situation.

Remembrance... Cheng Simu thought, what is there for a person like Zhan Qi to think about?

However, when he took this as a joke and mentioned it to Jiang Yiran, Jiang Yiran said, "Don't forget that there is an account book. As long as there is that thing, no one will find it ridiculous."

"But the ledger is not..." Cheng Simu remembered that he had given the ledger of the oil painting transaction to his elder brother, and the ledger was given to him by the person in front of him.

"It's not true?"

"It's true, but not the only one."

"Not the only one?"

"Yes, there are two original ledgers. One records the total transaction amount, which is the one I gave you. But the really fatal one is the other one."

"..." Cheng Simu held his breath, he could vaguely sense what Jiang Yiran was going to say next, it was the truth that even he couldn't bear.

"The account book records in detail all the families who traded oil paintings with the Zhan family and his son, including not only real estate developers, but also some people from the political and military circles. As long as the account book is still in Zhan Zheng's hands, those people have to He follows the lead."

"Then tell me... does Mr. Zhan know about this?"

"He should have known, otherwise he wouldn't have let Zhan Zheng and Zhan Qi mess around for years."

"..." He guessed right, as expected, that one is the most terrifying existence.If anyone has the power to compete with "him", then it must be Mr. Zhan.

It was rumored that Mr. Zhan had completely retired after ignoring world affairs for many years, but Cheng Simu, who grew up with Cheng's parents, was not as naive as them.

If he really retreated in a torrent, then the Zhan family would have been divided up by others long ago, how could it still stand firm after more than ten years?

The reason why Cheng Simu dared to come to this conclusion was because of a fact that everyone could see - the Zhan family had no successors.

This has to be said to be the sorrow of the Zhan family, the sorrow of the old man.

Apparently, Jiang Yiran had the same thoughts as him, and he said softly, "I'm afraid this memorial service will not be peaceful."

Cheng Simu held his hand tightly, "What happens to others is none of our business. Yiran, follow me that day, don't leave."

"I'm afraid not." Jiang Yiran lowered his head, "I will enter the arena with the Jiang family that day."

"Then I'll be with you."

"Simu...you don't have to be like this."

Cheng Simu actually wanted to give up entering the arena as Cheng's family member for himself. I am afraid that he will not be able to repay this love in his whole life.

On April [-]th, it was raining lightly.But it was noon, the sky was already completely dark, and the dark clouds pressed down, making people feel breathless.

Jiang Yiran changed into a black suit early that day, with a white flower on his chest, and came to Jiang's house to wait to set off to Xishan Cemetery with everyone.

This is the first time Jiang Sanshao has stepped into this mansion in ten years.When standing in the yard, all kinds of unbearable memories came one after another.

When he was 13 years old, he was taken back to the Jiang family. At that time, he was still a thin, small and somewhat gloomy boy. He looked pitiful and pathetic in front of so many glamorous people, and he hardly dared to raise his head.

Such a self naturally does not please his father and stepmother.The stepmother often said to herself that one must be content in life. She is the only illegitimate child of the Jiang family who was recognized by the Jiang family and included in the family tree, so she should be grateful.

He really thought so at the beginning, so when his stepmother locked him in the basement for the first time and stuck a needle into his body for the first time, he gritted his teeth and endured it without saying anything.

Brothers and sisters bullied him, and he also secretly warned himself not to care about them.But gradually, they intensified and brought other people over to besiege and beat themselves wantonly.

Everyone was watching and laughing in this yard, except for one person, the boy named Cheng Simu.

That man was the second son of the Cheng family, born with a golden key in his mouth, he didn't know the dangers of the world, and still retained a kind nature.He rushed up to stop the group of beasts who were punching and kicking him, and slapped the one who kicked the most fiercely twice.

Then, he squatted down and helped himself up. Seeing that he was covered in blood, he seemed to be frightened, and turned his head and yelled for a doctor.

What a beautiful memory, in a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.

"Of course?" The housekeeper probably saw Jiang Yiran in a daze in the yard for a long time, and impatiently reminded him that it's time to go in.

Jiang Yiran's body trembled slightly, and then he came to his senses, and walked up the steps.

When the door opened, everyone in the living room turned their heads and looked in the same direction probably because they heard a movement.

"Hey! Isn't this our third young master? Are you willing to come back?"

"Father, mother, eldest brother, second brother, eldest sister."

No one responded, and Jiang Yiran didn't care. He found a corner and was about to sit down. He was not in good health, and he had spent a few days without recuperating properly. At this time, his mental strength was a bit exhausted.

"There are no rules, did the elders tell you to sit?"

"sorry."

On the other hand, Jiang Shiren seemed a bit impatient, he coughed a few times in embarrassment, "That Yiran, you can sit down if you want. We have to leave after a rest."

"Hehe, Third Young Master Jiang is so arrogant, let us have a large group of people waiting for him. Now you are still like an old man, do you still need someone to bring you tea and water?" It was the yin and yang voice at the beginning again.

"Jiang Yihuan! Do you really want to be unhappy on this day?! Yiran, don't take it to heart, your second brother has this temper and you..."

"I know."

"..." In the past, when Jiang Shiren was interrupted, he must have lost his temper, but today, for some reason, he just frowned and did not lose his temper.

"As long as you know it, it's good to know it, and everything will be happy at home."

Hearing these words, Jiang Yiran snorted coldly in his heart, but still showed respect on the surface, "I've had enough rest, Father. Can we go?"

"You can decide when to leave?" Mrs. Jiang just couldn't get used to this stepson, who always acted hypocritically, and made herself want to tear his smile off.

"Ahem," Jiang Shiren's expression became more and more abnormal, he ignored his wife's expression, "Then let's go."