bastard

After all, He Liren failed to survive Lidong, but he was still sober when he died, and even asked the housekeeper to read a report to care about the situation in Jiangsu and Zhejiang the day before.

Due to the unanimous opposition of business leaders in the Shanghai area, there was no war for a long time. Therefore, He Tingyu was able to wait on his father's death at the bedside, but He Tingyu did not show up until the day of He Liren's burial.

After the funeral, the whole family gathered in the living room. Attorney Feng tore open the envelope in his hand and began to read the will.

The assets of the He family, including those personally handled by He Liren and entrusted to others, regardless of size, belong to He Tingyu. He Tingyu owns most of the cash and real estate, and the remaining fragments are given to Zhu Nanjiang.

Nor can such an approach be said to be just or unjust.The Eldest Young Master inherited the army, so he had no intention of going into business. The Second Young Master was a prodigal son who relied on money to support his expenses.As for the third child, he wasn't his own in the first place, and he wasn't treated well by others, so it seemed to be considered affection for him.

But Zhu Nanjiang is only 14 years old when he has done his best. He has not finished his studies, and he has no money-making jobs.The most important thing is that there is no place to stay. Unless there are well-meaning relatives willing to take him in, he will have to pay to rent a house or sleep on the street.

Some elders who couldn't see the past questioned: "Where will the third young master live in the future, and who will take care of life?"

He Tingyan nestled on the sofa and muttered: "14 years old is not young. Other boys have already earned their own food at this age. I know some friends in business. Recently, the Wu family's rice store just needs an apprentice. He If you are willing, you can just go and learn some skills, with food and shelter included!"

This clearly means to drive people out of the house.

The left and right began to whisper. Some people suspected that the second young master had tampered with the will, but it was not easy to say it in front of the three of them.

"Uncle..." He Tingxuan smiled nonchalantly, "If you are really worried, you can take him back to Suzhou. Nan Jiang and your son are about the same age, so they can be brothers."

As soon as this remark came out, no one dared to come forward to reason.

——If you can't get used to it, you can't get used to it. After all, it's someone else's family business. It's terrible to blame yourself!

At this time, He Tingyu, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, "He lives in this house, leaving a few servants."

There was no sound in the living room, and after a few seconds, He Tingfan repeated in disbelief: "Live for him?"

"Um."

"Brother, don't you want this house?"

"I don't need it."

"That……"

He Tingyu stood up expressionlessly and walked to the window, looking at the flowers and plants in the yard that the old man usually played with: "He lives in the house, and I can't take care of anything else. If you have nothing to eat, you can come to me."

Several "uncles" were relieved upon hearing this.

Now that the young master has spoken, no matter how miserable the youngest is, he won't starve to death.Otherwise, for such a large family to watch a half-grown child being kicked out, even though he is an adopted son, it is enough to make outsiders laugh.

But He Tingxuan felt very uncomfortable.

He did tamper with the will.Because he was sure that He Tingyu would disdain to be serious with him in this kind of matter, so he boldly reaped benefits for himself.

This He mansion was specially designed by He Liren who hired Western architects for a huge sum of money. Even today, 20 years later, it is the only one.

He Liren originally left the mansion to the eldest son in his will. Although He Tingfan was extremely greedy, he didn't dare to grab such a big piece of fat from his elder brother openly.

If I knew that He Tingyu didn't care about the house so much, I should have taken it as my own without any hesitation. Now I can't even come if I want to, it's really cheap, this evil!

Zhu Nanjiang never went downstairs in the bedroom from beginning to end. He is not qualified to show up on occasions like dividing up the family property.

Listening to the discussion of the people downstairs, he probably knew his future situation.It was the elder brother and the second brother who moved away, so I can continue to live here, and I don't have to go to school anymore.

He is free.

I didn't expect the result to be like this.The death of He Liren freed him from the shadow of the He family that had enveloped him for 14 years, and he no longer had to live by watching people's faces like a dog all day long!

As for whether there will be no food to eat, he has never thought about it, and he doesn't bother to think about it.

What if there is no food to eat?Even if the stick didn't kill me, could it be that I couldn't survive because of hunger?

He Liren waited for the nest of concubines, some of them returned to their mother's house before the master died, and the rest were sent away by He Tingyu with money one by one.

The eldest young master was not easy to speak, and the second young master was very smart. The concubines did not dare to make trouble, and each packed up their things to find another way out. Within a month, the Kungfu mansion was completely desolate.

The more dilapidated the house, the more at ease Zhu Nanjiang felt.

He is used to crouching in the corner like a photophobic animal, and suddenly one day he can walk out with his head held high, and he always feels that there is "something" staring at him in the dark.

"What am I afraid of? I have nothing to be afraid of!"

He walked from the porch to the study like a new guest entering the house for the first time, and then stepped into the bedrooms of his father, brother and concubine one by one.

He sat down at the desk, picked up the phone receiver and put it down again, then returned to the living room and pulled out the dining chair from the upper seat.

He imagined that he was He Liren or He Tingyu, and slowly inspected the corners of the house until it was dark, and he turned on the chandelier with a "snap", and the upstairs and downstairs were resplendent with gold and green.

"It's all mine now, and no one will blame me if I've been sitting here."

He Tingyu left two people for him, a handyman, and an old butler in his 60s.

The old butler has been working for He Liren since he was young. Now that he is too old to be a housekeeper, he still lives in He Mansion.For such a childless old man, to be sent away would be to cut off his livelihood, so he just stayed to do some housekeeping work.

Zhu Nanjiang was not afraid of the existence of the old housekeeper. The old housekeeper was good, and would occasionally bring him some hot food after he was beaten.It's just that he doesn't know how to communicate with these two people. In front of the servants, he has never been the master.

He Tingyu came again after he moved out of the He mansion, took some things, and left an envelope: "Finish your studies."

Zhu Nanjiang knew that the envelope contained money.Watching the other party pull out the envelope from under the cloak and throw it on the table, the familiar feeling of fear in the bottom of my heart surfaced again.

"I don't go to school." He said softly.

"If you don't go to school, what are you doing?"

"To be an apprentice."

"What about later?"

"Say more."

This was the first time he disobeyed He Tingyu's meaning.

It's not that he hates going to school, but that he doesn't want to ask He Tingyu for money.

Being an apprentice was also casually mentioned, because remembering that He Tingfan once mentioned that he should be an apprentice in a rice store, this should be a way to make a living.

He Tingyu didn't speak.

Zhu Nanjiang didn't dare to raise his head to meet his gaze.He knew he was looking at him, and he didn't need to think about what kind of eyes it was.This look has humiliated him for 14 years, and he still refuses to let him go.

—I will not ask him for a penny, not even to starve to death.

After a long silence, He Tingyu sneered at the returned envelope: "It's up to you."

Zhu Nanjiang watched him turn around and disappear outside the porch, and finally let out a sigh of relief with his shoulders off.

The hill that oppressed my heart collapsed, and the haze that shrouded my head also dissipated.

As long as no one remembers that he's a dog, he can be a man again.

The author says:

The end of childhood (*`▽′*)