"Hey, A Yuan has returned?"
An elderly person, advanced in years, was supported down from the second floor by a middle-aged beautiful woman.
The elderly man was leaning on a cane, his beard and hair were all white, and he was dressed in a black traditional Chinese long gown, wearing reading glasses.
He saw Chen Zhongyuan seemed happy, laughing and said.
The elderly man was Mr. Chen Yunhui, Master Chen.
Behind the two of them, there was also a young man dressed in casual clothes, who was a rich heir, emitting a sense of luxury and taste from the aristocracy.
Chen Zhongyuan had already taken off his suit, leaving only the shirt and vest to fit the upper body, under the silver white light, the precious fabric supported the shoulder lines twisted tightly.
He took a step forward with his long legs, calling out warmly, "Grandpa."
His gaze swept over the middle-aged woman and the rich young man, pausing on them for two seconds before saying lightly, "Auntie, cousin."
"A Yuan, why didn't your grandpa ask you to come back? You even forgot to return to the ancestral home."
The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at Chen Zhongyuan, although she was smiling, but the tone in her voice was full of complaints.
This is Chen Yunhui's daughter Chen Kelin, who married the famous financial tycoon in Hong Kong. She often returned to the ancestral home to visit the elderly.
"Cousin, I'm not saying this to be impolite, but you're always so busy, but even in your busy schedule, you should find some time to come see Grandpa. When Mom and I went back to the ancestral home, we saw Grandpa sitting alone in the garden, with only the housekeeper by his side."
The one speaking up is the rich young man who is following behind.
This is Shao Chengzong, Chen Kelin's son.
The mother and son were singing and harmonizing on either side, as if Chen Zhongyuan were extremely disrespectful to his elderly parents.
Chen Zhongyuan squinted his eyes and glanced at the aunt and cousin, the corners of his eyes flashing with a few moments of coldness, but he didn't say anything.
Seeing his daughter and grandson launch a barrage against his grandson, Chen Yunhui seemed unhappy, "Don't say that about him. The entire Weisheng Group is managed by A Yuan. He has a lot of things to deal with. There are so many people in the ancestral home. How can I possibly need him to accompany me?"
At this point, the group had descended the stairs and arrived at the dining room.
There are several exquisite oil paintings on the walls, creating an atmosphere of elegance.
In the center of the hall is a luxurious marble dining table, surrounded by a row of comfortable dining chairs.
Several maids saw the master coming and skillfully pulled out the chairs.
Chen Zhongyuan and Chen Kelin helped the elderly sit in the most prominent position.
Then they each sat down beside the elderly man.
"Grandpa is right. Since cousin is so busy, maybe I should go and help at Weisheng Group?"
Shao Chengzong also sat down and smiled at Chen Yunhui and said.
Upon closer inspection, it is found that his expression is quite tense.
"Yes, Dad, Chengzong is also your grandchild. Since A Yuan's group is busy and can't keep up, why not let Chengzong help him out?"
Chen Kelin knew what her son meant, and also joined in with a smile.
Chen Zhongyuan leisurely draws a cigar from his fingertip, lights it up, and puts it between his lips to smoke.
He puffed gently twice, and the faint mist blurred the contours of his expression, his eyes fixed on the mother and son across from him, profound and unreadable.
Although Chen Yunhui is old, it doesn't mean his brain is foggy. Upon hearing this, the smile on his face faded somewhat.
"A Yuan is hard to come back once in a while, let's eat, what are you talking about?"
He did not respond to their words but merely instructed the butler to start the meal.
Shao Chengzong heard this and knew that his grandfather did not approve of him entering the Weisheng Group, so his expression wasn't good.
The Weisheng Group is such a massive commercial empire, all of it handed over to Chen Zhongyuan alone. He is also his grandfather's grandson, but he gets nothing.
He can't help but feel a sense of imbalance in his heart.
Chen Kelin's expression wasn't good either, and she couldn't help saying, "Dad..."
"Let's eat."
Chen Yunhui's voice deepened by two degrees. His gaze swept over Shao Chengzong, and a hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes.
It sounds good, it means he wants to help A Yuan in the Weisheng Group. But in reality, it could mean he wants shares in the Weisheng Group.
Shao Chengzong doesn't even bear the Chen surname. How can the Chen family's commercial empire be divided to others?
He's not senile yet.
Seeing the old man angry, Chen Kelin and Shao Chengzong didn't dare to say anything more, they just kept silent and ate.
There was no one speaking afterwards. The atmosphere was silent and awkward.
Only the sounds of eating and the clinking of chopsticks.
"A Yuan, how is the group doing over there? If there are any difficult matters, don't keep it from Grandpa. Although Grandpa is old, his mind is still sharp, and some advice can still be given."
At the table, Chen Yunhui couldn't help asking Chen Zhongyuan.
He knew that this grandson was very capable and could manage the group well, but he still couldn't help but want to ask a few questions.
Chen Zhongyuan swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at the elderly, smiling faintly, "Grandpa, don't worry. The group is doing well, there is nothing wrong. If there is anything, I can handle it."
"That's good to hear. Your ability, Grandpa has no worries about it."
Chen Yunhui smiled and, upon learning that the group was in good shape, felt at ease.
Later, they also focused on eating.
Sometimes he asked about other things, and Chen Zhongyuan answered them one by one.
Shao Chengzong sat silently in his chair and ate, listening to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson. His expression grew increasingly worse.
The old man had always been polite to him, and he had never cared so much before.
The interests of Weisheng Group have never been allowed to touch.
This made him clearly feel the difference between being a grandson and an heir.
Chen Kelin's expression wasn't good either. She often returns to the ancestral home to accompany the elderly for what?
She had hoped that with the absence of her brother and sister-in-law, there would be a share for her in the Chen family.
But she never expected that Dad would give everything to A Yuan, leaving her, as his daughter, with nothing.
How could this not make her angry?
Chen Yunhui saw that his daughter and grandson had bad expressions, and how could he not understand what they were thinking? The corners of his eyes were increasingly disappointed.
He shook his head, losing his appetite instantly, and simply put down his chopsticks.
"After eating, you can go back home. There are so many people in the ancestral home, and it's not necessary for you to come over here often."
Chen Yunhui was silent for a moment before addressing Chen Kelin and Shao Chengzong.
If they aren't genuinely here to accompany him, what's the point of staying?
"Dad."
"Grandpa?"
Chen Kelin and her son, Shao Chengzong, were both startled.
Although they don't want to stay here, they can't help thinking about the huge cake that is Weisheng Group. They wonder if one day the old man will be senile and give them a piece. It's not something that can be said for sure.
Although they are not short of money and are even very rich, who would complain about having too much money?
Chen Yunhui paid no attention to them and turned to Chen Zhongyuan, "A Yuan, if you've eaten well, come up with Grandpa. I have something to say to you."
After saying that, he walked up the stairs with his cane.
The butler, seeing the situation, went up to assist.
"Understood, Grandpa."
Chen Zhongyuan put down his chopsticks, picked up a tissue from the side, and wiped his mouth slowly, his movements slow and meticulous, yet aesthetically pleasing.
He threw the tissue in his hand casually aside and got up to take a step away from the dining room.
Throughout the process, he didn't look at the mother and son once.
If it weren't for the fear of displeasing the old man, he might be unable to resist ordering his bodyguards to throw them out.
Chen Zhongyuan walked upstairs to the second floor and saw that Grandpa was already waiting for him in the living room.
"Grandpa, if you want me to marry Miss Zhou, just forget about it. I don't like her."
Chen Zhongyuan knew what Grandpa wanted to ask, so he spoke directly.
He leaned back in the leather sofa, with his legs raised, and his expression was lethargic and sluggish. He took out a cigar and lit it up, taking a few puffs gently and letting the smoke spread out.
Chen Yunhui, seeing his grandson in such a manner, helplessly sighed.
"You don't like Miss Zhou from the Zhou family, Grandpa won't force you, but tell me, who is the mysterious woman reported by the Hong Kong media? Bring her to show me when she comes."
Chen Zhongyuan knocked some ashes off the smoke, looked at the elderly man sideways, and slightly raised his lips. He said lightly, "I will bring her to show you when the time is ripe. But not now."
He did not say who it was.
Chen Yunhui saw that his grandson was unwilling to reveal the identity of the woman, and knew that her status was low.
It might be true as the Hong Kong media guessed, that she is a Miss Hong Kong.
A performer has no qualifications to enter their Chen family's door.
"A Yuan, you should know that as a family like ours, it is impossible to marry an ordinary woman into the door, let alone a woman from the entertainment industry. If you really like her, keep her outside and provide money and resources. Grandpa won't interfere."
Chen Yunhui rubbed his cane with his hand, speaking in a low voice, his gaze fixed on his grandson, and he said seriously, "Your wife must come from a wealthy and noble family. Do you understand?"
Chen Zhongyuan's gaze fell on him, and his brow furrowed with annoyance. He said, "The women from wealthy and noble families have what kind of character, Grandpa should be very clear. Our Chen family is already very prosperous. Why do we need to get involved in an alliance with others?"
Perhaps his mind was too agitated, he took a couple of deep puffs on the cigarette, exhaled a few times, and the smoke spread out.
Through the mist, he looked at Chen Yunhui and said seriously, "Grandpa, don't interfere with my marriage. In any case, I will give birth to an heir for the Chen family."
He slowly extinguished the cigarette in his hand and stood up to return to his room.
Chen Yunhui saw his grandson's attitude, his expression was full of helplessness.
