This is the oldest and most exquisite old town in Beijing, and the buildings in this neighborhood are listed as cultural reserves, so the earliest group of wealthy people in the capital live here.

At that time, they had style, taste, and were particular about their homes.

At that time, most of the residents were "people", but unfortunately many people were caught up in the ups and downs of the development of the times, and most of them were lonely.

At first, everyone put their hopes on the demolition policy, waiting for the demolition to make a profit, but unfortunately it was later listed as a protected area, and there was no hope for demolition.

The road is very narrow, the houses are very crowded, and even the people who live here, those who can buy a house have long since moved out, leaving an old house as an ancestral home, renting it out to young people in need to make a lot of extra money.

Nanyang Street, the most famous urban village in Beijing.

Families guard sky-high real estate prices, but they can only rent out, not sell.

After Ren Qiaoan got out of the car, he carried his bag and walked in step by step, passing by a lot of complicated crowds, walking past the old man who was drinking and eating crabs at the door for leisure, and finally stopped at a wooden door inside.

The wooden door is not big but some years old, the black paint has fallen off and there is little left, revealing the color of the wood itself, on both sides of the door, the Spring Festival couplets pasted by the Spring Festival have faded from color, making the whole door look more dilapidated.

This is her home, the home she once envied.

But now, the door was bolted from the inside, and she wanted to go in, and she needed to knock on the door and get permission from the people inside.

Ren Qiao stood quietly at the door for a while, and when he heard a voice inside, it meant that there was someone in the yard, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Here we are, please wait."

Inside the door, a calm male voice sounded, and then a door opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man in a suit stood in the doorway.

Seeing Ren Qiaoan outside the door, he was first surprised, then happy, and said, "Miss, you're back." ”

Ren Qiaoan smiled politely and greeted: "Uncle Wang, good evening." ”

Uncle Wang's name is Wang Peng, and he turned out to be her father's driver.

Since her father was in a car accident and her mother died, Uncle Wang has changed from driving for her father to her father's full-time life assistant, and has followed his father for almost 20 years.

When he was a child, Ren Qiaoan was introverted and autistic, and Ren Qiaoan respected him but was also distant, and he was not familiar and friendly.

But Wang Peng was different, seeing Ren Qiaoan take the initiative to go home, he was very excited to open another door and said: "The master misses you very much at home, you finally came back today, you must talk to the master more." ”

Ren Qiaoan turned her head, through the gap between Wang Peng and the door, and looked at the home where she had lived for more than ten years, the sycamore tree in the yard that had been planted for almost twenty years was flourishing, and her father was sitting in a rocking chair under the tree, with a pot of tea next to it, and a small clay stove was roasting.

When he was young, he was a beautiful young man, and now he is middle-aged, and he still stands out in the crowd of people of the same age.

Probably, no one would have thought that in this dilapidated old street, the houses look like they are about to collapse, the traffic conditions are so poor, that people with a little conditions have moved away, and there are still people who can call the wind and rain in the capital.

Her father, chairman of the board of directors of Joan Group, Ren Hongchen.

He sat on the chaise longue and swayed leisurely, enjoying the coolness and leisurely under the dusk tree, except for the empty trouser leg of his left leg, which was his only flaw.

A wisp of agarwood is lit on the coffee table, and a rare treasure gloomy wooden cane leans against the table, which is carved with a delicate dragon head pattern, always showing the owner's wealth and extraordinary.

Opposite him sat another woman, her demeanor was elegant and calm, and between her eyebrows was fragrant and jade, even if she was a little older, she could not hide that she was a beauty who couldn't take her eyes off when she was young.

It is the kind of beauty who can coax a man to be fascinated and abandon his wife and children.

A teapot, two teacups, two pairs of chopsticks each hold a piece of barbecue, after eating each other, pick up the teacup and touch each other before drinking.

With such a beautiful picture, Joan suddenly didn't want to go in.

Just because, the man is her father, and the woman is Zhao Wangsheng's mother.

The two of them drank under the plane tree that her mother had planted when she died.

There is a sycamore in the garden, which was planted when my wife died, and now it is like a pavilion.

The year her mother died, her father planted a plane tree in honor of her mother, and now other women are sitting under the tree.

"Miss, come in, my lord must be very happy to know that you are here." Uncle Wang warmly beckoned her in, and Ren Qiao'an remembered the phone call he made to him, and now he has to go in if he doesn't go in.

The call was answered by Zhou Chu, and with the extent to which her father loved Zhao Wangsheng, if she didn't come back, she would have to find out to Zhou Chu sooner or later, and then it would be a big trouble.

Ren Qiaoan walked in, Wang Peng moved a stool for her, deliberately placed it next to her father, and said, "You sit first, I'll add chopsticks to you." ”

Ren Qiaoan stepped forward, nodded at his father, and said hello: "Dad, good evening." ”

She hadn't come back for a long time, and the environment in this courtyard had already changed the pattern, and the strangeness made her uncomfortable.

There are flowers in the yard, but her mother didn't like to raise flowers before, and she couldn't raise a pot of flowers.

"Hmm."

Ren Hongchen just glanced up at her, lowered his head and poured himself a cup of tea, but didn't say to let her, and he didn't say to let her go.

Ren Qiao'an is the hardest, since she left here, she has classified this family as someone else's, and her father is just a benefactor who once raised her.

If you are a benefactor, you will repay it.

Zhao Wangsheng's mother's name is Yin Ruwei, and Ren Qiaoan really has nothing to say to her at the moment, so she can only nod to her, and say hello as a greeting.

Yin Ruwei saw that the two fathers and daughters were at such a stalemate, and immediately stood up and said to Ren's father: "When will your stinky temper change, I called the child in the morning and said that you are uncomfortable and your legs hurt, Qiaoqiao came back to see you today, who do you show with a cold face?" ”

After speaking, she came over and put Ren Qiaoan in the seat and asked, "Have you eaten at night?" Auntie made you something to eat? What do you want to eat? ”

Her words rationalized Ren Qiao'an's sudden return home, and also attributed all the credit for her homecoming to herself.

It was she who called and said that her father was not feeling well, so Ren Qiaoan "took the initiative" to come back and "cared" about her father's body.

How nice, how empathetic.

But she didn't know that Ren Qiaoan was called back by him personally.

However, Ran Qiao An knew that her father was very fond of Zhao Wangsheng's mother.

Sure enough, Ren's father was angry that Ren Qiaoan was rude, and he didn't call anyone when he entered the door, and said to Zhao Wangsheng's mother with a cold face: "Don't take care of her like this, she is an adult now, not only can she take care of herself, but also take care of Wangsheng, you are her future mother-in-law, an elder, you should let her take care of you." ”

"What nonsense? Even if my daughter marries Wangsheng, it is also the child I brought up, can't I feel sorry for the child? Zhao Wangsheng's mother retorted to Ren's father: "You don't feel sorry for your child, and you don't want me to feel sorry for your future daughter-in-law?!" ”

"You are used to being so disrespectful to her elders, she doesn't even call her elders when she enters the door, and she won't answer a greeting." Ren's father fought hard and refused to give an inch.

Ren Qiaoan has not spoken, listening to their "flirting" conversation, she has been away from home all these years, and the harmony between the two has developed to a level she can't imagine, and there is no gap where she, a daughter, can interject a sentence.

Or rather, there is no place for her here.

She had been kicked out of the house by him a long time ago.

"Forget Sheng is so good and obedient, if Qiao Ann can't tolerate and take care of Forget Sheng, I don't think this marriage will work out, let Forget Sheng find a better girl to marry, and save me from feeling uncomfortable with her cold face every day." Ren's father glanced at Ren Qiaoan as if warning, and he was beating Ren Qiaoan when he said this.

The biological father used to let his son-in-law find a new wife to beat his biological daughter.

In this world, it may be the only one.

Ren Qiao suddenly gave birth to the trance that he was Zhao Wangsheng's father, he has been very fond of Zhao Wangsheng since he was a child, and when the two of them were together, Zhao Wangsheng also received more praise than her.

Her father always said that she was high enough to climb Zhao Wangsheng, and she thought so at first, but thinking about it, the harmony between him and Zhao Wangsheng's mother under the tree just now didn't seem to be like that.

Ren Qiaoan thought at first that her father was just a simple patriarch, he originally liked Zhao Wangsheng, and after Zhao Wangsheng was with her, it just suited his heart, and even with himself, he could be changed by his father.

But now it seems that it may be just a simple love house and Wu, he still belittles her, even if she is his only daughter, the eldest daughter, who is worth a lot of money in the eyes of outsiders, is still inferior to Zhao Wusheng in his eyes.

He will really pamper a woman because he loves her children, and it doesn't matter if his own children are good or bad.

This kind of example is not uncommon in today's marriage.

(End of chapter)