The corridor is long, narrow, quiet, and dark, with two glass doors at the end, through which the vision suddenly opens up, floating with the glow of a golden-red sunset.

In this warm glow, there was a gently rocking chaise longue, and the person on the chaise longue faced the terrace in the distance, not moving for a long time, as if he had fallen asleep.

Seeing this silhouette that was still burly, but showing a little tiredness, Shen Ruoyuan not only felt hot in his heart, and almost blurted out his call, but he still endured it.

Leng Yan took a few steps forward, bent down, and whispered to the man, "Sir, the young master is back." ”

"Ruoyuan?" The man seemed to wake up from a dream, sat up at once, turned around, and smiled with joy on his face.

What he saw, however, was an indifferent face, and there seemed to be a hint of sneer on his lips.

The smile on the man's face also froze, and gradually dissolved, turning into an expression very similar to Shen Ruoyuan, like looking at a child with a temper.

"Hehe, you're finally willing to come back?" He was in his early fifties, with a few wrinkles on his handsome face, but his laughter was still young.

This slightly sick middle-aged man is the chairman of China's largest multinational company, Jiangshan Group, Shen Yijue!

"I heard, you're sick?" Shen Ruoyuan stared at him, deliberately putting the word "heard" very seriously.

"I'm not sick, you seem disappointed?" Shen Yijue sneered and asked rhetorically.

"You-" Shen Ruoyuan's thick eyebrows raised, as if he was very angry.

But after looking at Shen Yijue for a while, his expression relaxed again, "hehe" sneered twice, turned around and left.

"Young Master!" Leng Yan hurriedly took a big step forward and stopped in front of him.

"Get out of the way." Shen Ruoyuan said calmly, but his eyes were very sharp.

"Sir, he's really sick!" Leng Yan said earnestly and pleadingly.

Seeing that Shen Ruoyuan was indifferent, he looked back at Shen Yijue again, as if he had finally made up his mind, "Young Master, please wait a minute!" ”

With that, he stepped through the glass door and strode away.

On the terrace, only father and son remained, one sitting, the other standing, like strangers, and neither of them spoke for a long time.

"Hello?" Finally, it was Shen Yijue who spoke first, "How have you been doing lately?" ”

"What do you mean?" Shen Ruoyuan asked coldly.

"In the past two years, the Lin family's stock has plummeted by you, and the project has failed one after another, and now even the reputation of the heir has been put into it." Shen Yijue said, raised his hand, and threw something over.

He moved chicly, but he didn't have much strength, and the thing was about to fall to the ground before it arrived, so Shen Ruoyuan had to reach out and grab it.

What he took in his hand was a stack of newspapers, and when he looked down, he immediately had a "speechless" expression.

Because the top one, published on the big page, is it Lin Jiazhi's "scandal"?

Among them, of course, there are photos of him and Hao Xinqing "opening a room......

"Is this your woman?" Shen Yijue asked with great interest.

Shen Ruoyuan snorted and replied lazily.

"At least, you don't hate her, do you? Tell me, to what extent? Got laid? Shen Yijue became more and more explicit the more he asked.

"It's none of your business." Shen Ruoyuan threw the newspaper back on the recliner.

"What's none of my business? You Lao Tzu is dying, if you have a woman, hurry up and give me an heir! Shen Yijue suddenly raised his voice, and his cheeks were unusually bloody.

"Young Master!" At this time, Leng Yan came back with an extra folder in his hand.

He looked at Shen Yijue, who nodded, a little weak.

"Take a look......" Leng Yan handed over the folder.