The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 562: Struggle (Part 1)

Ran Bowen is used to being happy in Jiangzhou since he came, and the people in the past were afraid of him holding him up, but who would have thought that the newcomer would be so tough.

At that time, Lord Wen prepared two plans. If Mr. Jiang is a man of current affairs, we will live in peace with each other, otherwise...

Butler Ran shook his head.

Ming Jing narrowed his eyes: Miss Su?

Butler Ran's pupils shrank slightly, and he was a little surprised: You know?

Ming Jing's brows and eyes were cold: I want to know the truth back then.

Butler Ran wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, Actually, it was quite chaotic that night. Master Wen's two plans didn't work out. That Miss Su ran away by herself, making Master Wen very angry, and missed Jiang Heng. It was the best time, and it was only later that Lord Wen decided to kill him.

To put it bluntly, they were all dirty tricks, but they worked best for decent people like Jiang Heng.

What's the background of that Miss Su?

Butler Ran thought for a while and said: Master Wen has a habit of collecting beauties, but he doesn't like it himself, and most of them are given away. I don't know the origin of this Miss Su. Heng came from a good background, and ordinary beauties will not fascinate him. Master Wen asked people to find some great beauties. This Miss Su was found by Wen Ye's subordinates from the people. The situation was chaotic that night. I didn't see her. By the time we got the news, she had already run away.

Ran?

He ran away. Master Wen sent someone to look for him later, but he was no longer in Jiangzhou. After Jiang Heng died, Master Wen didn't like to argue with women, so he just let this matter go.

Although Ran Bowen is not a thing, he has never killed a woman or child, and he himself does not have any dramas of robbing civilian girls. From this point of view, there is still merit.

Who was there that night?

Although Steward Ran was puzzled, he still told the truth: At that time, all the rich and famous people in Jiangzhou were among them. After twenty years, some of them have gone bankrupt and no such people have been found, and some have climbed higher and higher and are now worth hundreds of billions. Like Shen Zhou.

Ming Jing was stunned: Shen Zhou?

Butler Ran said: That's right, Shen Zhou, at that reception back then, he was still an entrepreneur looking for opportunities to attract investment. Who would have thought that this would happen.

Ming Jing raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

Ran Tengxiao asked worriedly from the side: Are you all right?

Ming Jing shook his head: I'm fine.

Don't worry, I won't let Jiang Chunlan hurt you again. The man's tone was firm and resolute.

Ming Jing took a deep look at him and pursed his lips: It's getting late, I'm going upstairs to rest.

Ran Tengxiao stared at Mingjing's back disappearing at the corridor entrance with deep eyes.

She still doesn't believe me.

Master Xiao. Butler Ran came over, What do you mean by Miss?

Ran Tengxiao called out: Ye Jian.

Ye Jian walked in quickly. Master Xiao, Missy went to the vegetable market with Han Suwen today, met Zhao Xiaohui there, went home with Zhao Xiaohui for lunch, and met Gao Chang at the teahouse in the afternoon, as for what they talked about, I don't know.

Ran Tengxiao narrowed his eyes: Go and find out, what is the relationship between Zhao Xiaohui and the reception nineteen years ago?

She suddenly became interested in what happened nineteen years ago, and why.

Master Xiao, the person in charge of the chamber of commerce paid a visit in person. Butler Ran answered the phone and came over to say.

Ran Tengxiao hooked his lips: Who is the current chairman of the chamber of commerce?

It's Shen Zhou.

Ran Tengxiao thought of Ming Jing's sudden silence when Shen Zhou was mentioned just now. What role did Shen Zhou play in the reception nineteen years ago?

Shen Zhou will not bow to me. It seems that there is a split among them. If this is the case, I will reluctantly go.

Butler Ran understood: I'll deal with it now.

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There was a burst of screaming in the ward, which hurt people's eardrums. The nurses passing by outside the door and the ward next door were used to it.

Looking at the hair in one hand, Zhu Xiangxiang felt numb all over.

My hair...my hair....

She desperately brushed off the broken hairs on her head, but she could only watch helplessly as they fell to the ground ruthlessly like fluff in the wind, and were blown away by the wind.

After repeated dialysis, a lot of her hair fell out. While fighting against the serious illness every day, she was also under tremendous mental pressure, and her whole body was on the verge of collapse.

The door of the ward opened, and Zhao Xiaohui came in with a food box. Seeing Zhu Xiangxiang curled up with his knees in his arms, he felt distressed for a while.

Xiangxiang, is it hurting again? I'll call the doctor.

Zhu Xiangxiang was silent, as if dead.

Zhao Xiaohui walked over with tears in her eyes, and hugged Zhu Xiangxiang gently: Xiangxiang, good boy, when you are cured, you can go home with your mother. From now on, let's live a good life, be a good person, and life will get better.

Mom, I'm so tired. Zhu Xiangxiang said weakly, his tone full of despair.

There was darkness in front of her eyes, as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff, maybe she would be relieved by jumping off.

Is it the retribution for my bad deeds? Then give me a good time, don't torture me like this, I'm really fed up.

Every word and every word she uttered was like a knife, stabbing Zhao Xiaohui's heart directly.

Xiangxiang, it's mom who's sorry for you. Don't worry, mom will definitely save you. You're still so young. If you want to get retribution, let me do it. You must be good.

Zhu Xiangxiang lay in Zhao Xiaohui's arms, soundless, except for weak breathing, numb and stiff like a dead person.

At this time last year, she was still the most dignified and generous first lady in Jiangzhou, but today she is turned upside down, and she lives like a ghost.

In the torment of illness, she always thinks of Zhu Xiangxiang in the past. At that time, she was full of vigor and pride, as if the future was under her control.

Did you ever think that there would be today?

If this is the result of her usurping Zhu Jiazhen's daughter's blessing, she is not reconciled...not reconciled...Obviously everything is the arrangement of fate, what has it to do with her, she is just a victim, why is God punishing alone? she.

She is not reconciled...

Zhu Xiangxiang's heart rose with hostility, his hands were clenched into fists, and a dark light of resentment burst out from those dead eyes.

This fate is unfair, she insists on fighting to the end.

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Mingjing, I checked with the old staff of the hotel. It's been a long time, and most of them don't remember it, but some of them are still active. You don't think it meets your requirements.

Gao Chang sent a list.

Der Spiegel opened it, and the first thing that came into view was a familiar name.

Shipwreck.

It's really strange to talk about that reception. I mentioned it to my mother, and she was so jealous. I still found a retired old employee of the hotel and spent some money to get it out of him.

Thank you, I will treat you to dinner later.

That's fine, remember to owe me a meal. Gao Chang was very happy, Can you allow me to bring a friend?

Of course, but... Ming Jing changed the topic.

This matter ended nineteen years ago, remember, don't continue to investigate, just pretend that I never asked you about this matter.

Gao Chang raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: Don't worry, I'm not interested in this kind of thing, I'm in class, I'm going to hang up.

Ming Jing hung up the phone, looked at the list sent by Gao Chang and fell into deep thought.

Just at this time, the phone rang, Ming Jing checked the caller ID and connected.

Mingjing, your elder brother is back. You two didn't meet each other last time. He knew that you came back from Jingzhou, so he asked me to call you and tell you to go home for dinner. The dumplings made by your elder brother are usually eaten by ordinary people. If you can’t eat it, you’re lucky today.”

Okay, I'll go now.

Ming Jing hung up the phone, changed his clothes and went out.

When Ming Jing walked into the main hall of Shen's house, Shen Zhou was wearing an apron to make dumplings, and old man Shen was listening to the radio beside him. Seeing her coming in, old man Shen waved with a smile: My daughter is here.

Shen Zhou smiled: What are you doing in a daze, come here and let the elder brother take a look.

Ming Jing took a few steps forward.

Shen Zhou shook his head: I've grown taller again, which puts a lot of pressure on my elder brother.

After cleaning his hands, Ming Jing sat down and picked up the dough to make dumplings, It's vegetarian stuffing.

Of course, otherwise why would I call you. Shen Zhou blinked.

Brother, are you busy recently? Ming Jing's gestures of making dumplings are slow and orderly, but the dumplings made are exquisite and beautiful, like works of art, and that kind of calm and breezy attitude can't be imitated no matter what.