fair retaliation

Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are sitting around the sofa in the living room, watching TV and eating dinner at the same time. The originally cold home has become extraordinarily warm.

Xiao Yeqian cut a big cake and gave each one a piece. The mouth full of cream was so cute. Ye Zhiyuan seemed to be in a particularly good mood. Could it be that he smiled, and even hugged Ye Qian in his arms to serve him some vegetables.After the meal, Siming and Father Ye sat on the sofa and chatted, but Ye Jinghui was called by Wen Xihui to help in the kitchen under the pretext of Wen Xihui.

I haven't seen her for a few days, and Wen Xihui seems to have aged several years, and there are a few strands of silver mixed in her originally black hair.

Standing behind her, Ye Jinghui felt sore in his heart. After his 50th birthday, he wondered how long his father would live. His mother, who has been following him all these years, now has wrinkles on the corners of her eyes and is no longer as beautiful as before. .

"Ahui, this time you and Siming teamed up to deal with Guan Tianze, we all know about it." Wen Xihui said softly while washing the dishes, "Since the matter has come to an end, maybe you and Siming can reopen start."

Ye Jinghui was silent for a moment: "Mom, I have my own opinion on this matter." After a pause, he changed the subject and said, "How is Dad's health?"

"He has been refusing to be hospitalized, and the doctor advised him to recuperate at home. Now..." Wen Xihui paused, her voice was a little dry: "Now, the cancer cells have spread."

After that, he didn't speak any more, only the sound of running water washing dishes remained in the kitchen.

Ye Jinghui stood on the spot silently, gently closing his eyes.

Siming had already bought a tea set as a gift for his father during that trip. No matter what his purpose was, maybe he should say thank you to him.

This 50th birthday was his father's last birthday in this world. None of the three sons thought of giving him a gift, but Siming fulfilled his wish.

When he turned around and went back to the living room, he saw Siming chatting happily with his father.

The topics were all related to tea sets, and Siming was very interested in telling stories to Ye Qian.

"Emperor Yongzheng asked the princes to visit the people to find a singing stone, and whoever found it would pass on the throne to him. Later, someone actually found a singing stone. That person was the later Emperor Qianlong. .”

Ye Qian asked curiously: "The stone that can sing, is this the Muyu stone?"

Siming touched Ye Qian's head with a smile: "Yes, if you put your ear on this teacup, you will hear the echo of the tide."

Ye Qian put his ear to listen and said excitedly: "It really is." Then he smiled brightly at Ye Jinghui, "Second Uncle, come and listen too."

The child was so naive, Ye Jinghui couldn't help but give him a blank look.

"Second uncle..."

Ye Qian's voice sounded aggrieved, Ye Jinghui went to sit next to Siming and ignored Ye Qian.

Ye Zhiyuan suddenly said: "Qian'er, go help grandma wash the fruit."

Ye Qian hummed, got off the sofa, and ran to the kitchen.

Both Ye Zhiyuan and Siming had a cup of tea in front of them. The servants were not here today, so Siming should have brewed the tea himself.

Siming handed Ye Jinghui a cup, but Ye Zhiyuan said: "It's a waste of money to drink this for him, he only knows how to drink."

Ye Jinghui put down the teacup embarrassingly, but saw Siming looking at him with a gentle look in his eyes: "Try it, the newly bought Tieguanyin."

"Oh." Ye Jinghui picked up the teacup and took a few sips. The tea made by Siming was just like in his memory, with a special fragrance.Ye Jinghui laughed at himself in his heart, perhaps because of psychological effects, he brewed the most hated bitter tea himself, even if the taste was slightly bitter, it was still unforgettable.

Ye Zhiyuan sat upright, looked at Ye Jinghui with indifferent eyes, and the topic turned to the shopping mall: "How is Tianyu doing now?"

"Everything is going well." Ye Jinghui replied calmly.

Ye Zhiyuan nodded, then turned to Siming: "Si Ming, where are you?"

"After the merger of the two companies, some small internal issues are being dealt with."

"Is it personnel adjustment?" Ye Zhiyuan paused, and said in a deep voice, "In the business field, you need to be decisive, but sometimes, you should be kind and don't push people to a dead end. Having a few enemies is like having a few more friends, and it’s better not to be too aggressive.”

His words seemed to imply something. Ye Jinghui was a little puzzled, but Siming smiled slightly and said, "I see, please rest assured."

Ye Zhiyuan nodded appreciatively, and said, "Then you guys talk, I'll rest first." Then he turned and went upstairs.

After he got up, Ye Jinghui looked at the place where he sat just now, and there was a lot of gray hair falling out.It must be the hair loss from the chemotherapy, no wonder he always wears a hat in the house.

Ye Jinghui was silent, turning his head to look at his back.

I haven't seen him for a few days, but he seems to have aged a lot, and his originally straight back is slightly bent. When he went upstairs, he stepped very steadily step by step, but the moment his toes left the ground, he trembled uncontrollably.

Ye Jinghui kept watching his back disappear at the end of the stairs.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, patting gently, like comfort.

Ye Jinghui raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Let's go back."

I don't want to stay in this house any longer, the strange atmosphere makes me breathless.

Siming drove back to the suburbs, and the radio in the car was playing noisy skits. Ye Jinghui turned his head and saw that Siming was concentrating on driving, and occasionally the corners of his mouth slightly turned up because of the hilarious lines on the radio.

——What kind of person is Siming?

These days I have been suspicious of him, and his temper is still unpredictable.

Perhaps, the impression of him a long time ago is the most real.

He is ruthless and shows no mercy to his opponents, and often reprimands his subordinates in a cold voice with no expression on his face.

But he would wear an apron and cook in the kitchen after get off work, and his expression looked very gentle while cooking.He would also watch TV casually when he was bored, and slightly raised the corners of his lips because of those vulgar jokes.He will even carefully prepare a gift on his father's birthday, and thoughtfully include Ye Jinghui in it, so that his father can happily spend his last birthday in this life.

He can chat with the elders, speak calmly, and can accept his father's commanding tone with a smile.

He would tell stories to Ye Qian, seeing the excited expressions on the children's faces, he didn't think they were naive, let alone bored.

When he was in a bad mood, he would gently put his hand on the back of his hand, without saying anything, just pat it, which seemed to encourage, and also seemed to give people a sense of warmth and reassurance.

——It was such a man who walked into my heart unknowingly.It was also the word "Si Ming" that made Ye Jinghui suddenly feel no longer alone.

However, it was also him who was cruel and merciless.

Knowing that Guan Tianze would destroy everything about Xiao Yi, he watched the show helplessly.Knowing that there will be accidents on that trip, I still don't remind.Knowing that Tianyu Group is in danger or even on the verge of bankruptcy, he can calmly send a message behind his back.While facing his own ridicule, he calmly manipulated the life and death of the Ye family's industry.

After making love, he would leave the words "game over" and then turn around and leave resolutely. He would also negotiate terms in a calm and clear manner when he had the power of life and death in Tianyu.

He is so good at disguising, he can even show the most perfect smile in front of the person he hates the most.

How can such a person be 100% believed?How much of his "I love you" is true and how much is false?How could I foolishly fall into his care again and couldn't extricate myself, losing like last time?Who can be sure if all his tenderness is another trap?

Ye Jinghui looked at his smiling side face, feeling uncertain in his heart.He has no way to be open-minded enough to let go of all the deceptions and calculations in the past, and open up his heart in front of this person.In other words, all along, he never thought of opening his heart in front of anyone, unpreparedly telling the past that he suppressed in his heart. After meeting Siming, he has violated the principle many times.

Ye Jinghui was a little upset by that uncertain mood. At first, the uneasiness and uneasiness when Dongcheng Group stood against him had returned and became more vivid, like ants gnawing at the apex of his heart, thinking about what to do next. When the plan came down, there was a stronger tingling feeling than at the beginning, as well as guilty conscience and guilt.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" Siming spoke suddenly, pulling Ye Jinghui back from his thoughts.

Ye Jinghui closed his eyes lightly: "My father's illness has reached an advanced stage. This birthday may be the last one for him." After a long pause, he turned his head to look at him, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, "So, today ,Thank you."

Siming reached out and patted the back of his hand on his lap: "Don't be so polite."

"He likes that gift very much. I haven't seen him so happy in these years."

Siming paused, then smiled slightly: "Yes, when I bought the gift, I never thought it would become such a commemorative gift."

A birthday gift, or, the last gift at the end of life.

Ye Jinghui was silent for a moment: "What about the other set? I remember you bought two sets of the same set."

Siming said calmly: "Give it to another elder."

——It was my biological father who I had hated for many years, but when I was shopping for a gift, I couldn't help thinking of bringing him a copy.Over the years, that person has been guilty and repentant. Siming still remembers the tears in his eyes when he finally found him. He clearly remembers that time when he was sick and went to the hospital, that person sat by the bed and wanted to touch his hair but couldn't help it. The trembling hands that finally retracted.Because of his guilt, he was able to successfully use Nan Yao to rescue Tianyu.Watching the company he founded with his own hands being swallowed up by his son with another company, and even changing the name, he didn't say a word, just bowed his head silently.

In many cases, those so-called hatreds are not because they hate too much and cannot let go, but because they are unwilling to let go.It's like a heavy burden that I've gotten used to carrying, but when I throw it away, I feel cold instead.

Ye Jinghui didn't ask who the elder was, and changed the subject: "My dad, for the past 50 years, has spent half of his time working in the mall. He has worked hard all his life, but the Tianyu Group he founded has become a hot potato for our three brothers. Now that the cancer has spread, and the doctors can't do anything, he can only wait... for the day when his life ends."

That strong man can only wait silently to die now.

Why bother?Thinking about leaving a sum of money to my sons, I have been tired for so many years.

The three brothers are enough to support themselves by their own ability, and they will not have any more closeness to their father because of that money.

The father who only cared about business and never cared about his family, the father who beat people with a whip whenever he made a mistake, the father who taught them to live independently at a young age, the money he left can no longer make up for what he lost over the years , such as affection and love, such as the warmth of a home.

"My dad is really the kind of elder that no one can bear. But now that he really has an incurable disease, I still feel that it's a bit of a loss. He is so energetic, I thought he could live to be at least eighty."

As he spoke, his eyes felt sore, Ye Jinghui smiled slightly, and closed his eyes gently.

Siming gently held his hand, clasping his fingers again, which seemed to bring their hearts closer.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Ye Jinghui turned his head and looked out the window, and the cozy nest in the community was close in front of him, "Here, I will get off here, and you drive the car to the parking lot."

"Ah."

Watching Siming's car gradually disappear at the end of the road, the expression on Ye Jinghui's face suddenly became complicated.

He took out his mobile phone, dialed Xiao Yi's number, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure that Siming's establishment of Rentong was funded through the stock market?"

"Yes, during the financial crisis in Southeast Asia, didn't the two of us make a fortune in the name of Jae? Siming was not idle at the time." Xiao Yi paused slightly, and said softly, "I already know his account, are you sure?" Want to make him bankrupt?"

Ye Jinghui was silent for a long time before letting out a sigh of relief: "You have to win once to be reconciled."

"Okay, let me tell you, Siming has two accounts, and he has been buying stocks in a very scattered manner recently. One is Hengchang, and the other is Weifang Technology. I think you have been playing stocks these years. Know the market situation of the stock market." Xiao Yi suddenly wondered, "I've always wondered, why do you seem to have the foresight to know which stock he bought? You didn't put a bug on him, did you?"

Ye Jinghui paused, then smiled slightly: "I'm so bad, it's not impossible to put a bug."

Seeing Simingchao approaching from a distance, Ye Jinghui said, "Alright, let's talk about it when the stock market opens. I've already figured out how to deal with him."

……

"Why don't you go in?" Siming looked at Ye Jinghui with a smile in his deep eyes.

"Wait for you." Ye Jinghui showed an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth, leaned close to Siming's ear, and lightly bit his earlobe, "Go into the room."

Siming's body froze, and he opened the door calmly.

As soon as he entered, Ye Jinghui locked the door behind his back, put his arms around Siming's shoulder ambiguously, and kissed him on tiptoe.

It was rare for Ye Jinghui to be so active. He put his tongue into Siming's mouth and gently swept across the teeth. Siming was driven by him, and he felt a tingling pleasure rushing straight to his brain. He couldn't help stretching out his arms to wrap around his waist, making both The human body is stuck together without gaps.

There was an ambiguous tsk-tsk sound in the bedroom, lips pressed together, tongues tightly entangled, kissing passionately as if wanting to merge with each other, as if to destroy all enthusiasm.

Ye Jinghui wrapped his arms around Siming's neck, pulled off Siming's tie, and wanted to help him remove his clothes, but Siming stopped, turned over and put Ye Jinghui between the door and himself, with his arms on his side , looking into his eyes seriously.

With a nasty smile on the corner of Ye Jinghui's mouth, he wrapped his arms around his waist and said, "Don't continue?"

"would you like?"

Ye Jinghui shrugged: "They're all men, it's normal to need to solve each other."

Siming nodded, smiled, and kissed back.

Ye Jinghui's originally fierce and fiery teasing was turned into a gentle kiss by Siming instead.

——No fiery pornography, no punishing dominance, no indulgence, no despair.

It was just a kiss that was so pure that it sent shivers down the spine.Warm and lingering, like a gentle warm wind blowing in the bottom of my heart.

Siming put his arm around Ye Jinghui's waist, gently controlled the back of his head with the other hand, and kissed him gently over and over again.Until Ye Jinghui finally calmed down and hugged him back.

The tip of the tongue is entangled, as if wanting to merge with the other party, so close to the point of ecstasy.

It was such a warm and soft kiss that made Ye Jinghui's heart suddenly feel peaceful. When the two finally separated, they still yearned for the warmth of his embrace, hugging Siming tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Okay." Siming put his chin on Ye Jinghui's shoulder, smiled slightly, stroked the black hair on the side of his ear, and said in a very soft voice, "I know you are in a bad mood today .Take a shower and rest early. OK?"

His voice was deep and calm, yet filled with infinite tolerance and tenderness.

Ye Jinghui closed his eyes lightly, listening to the comfort he whispered in his ear as if enjoying himself.

The thought of wanting to indulge for a while was actually seen through by him. He had found a bed partner to indulge countless times when he was in a bad mood. The indulgence without love was just to vent human instinct.Relieve the depressed mood.

At this time, Siming deliberately stopped.Soft kisses, and strong, but not oppressive hugs.

I have to admit that at that moment, my heart throbbed again, and even my breathing was suffocated.

That kind of long-lost warmth has not been felt for many years.