"Don't forget to take your medicine."

Xu Shen reminded him, worried in his heart, but he could only turn around and walk out of the Jiang family's mansion.

Jiang Lu only drank a bowl of soup and put down his chopsticks, and he didn't touch the shrimp in the bowl from beginning to end.

Jiang Qicheng saw it in his eyes, frowned and didn't say anything, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and he stood up.

"Let's go, follow me to the study."

The father and son went upstairs to the study one after the other, Jiang Qicheng motioned for Jiang Lu to sit down on the sofa, closed the door with his own hands, and walked over to sit opposite Jiang Lu.

"I've also heard about your company, aren't you...... Who are you messing with? ”

"It's my business, it's none of your business." Jiang Lu leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, "When I come back, I want you to fulfill your promise." ”

Jiang Qicheng's gaze fell on his left hand.

Jiang Lu's left hand, which was on the arm of the sofa, was bare.

On his ring finger, there was only a faint ring mark, and his ring was missing.

Jiang Qicheng frowned, "How are you and Ning Xi?" ”

"According to your request, I have already had a showdown with her, and we will go through the divorce procedures in the next two days." Jiang Lu shrugged his shoulders, "If you don't believe me, you can go with me." ”

Hearing the smell of gunpowder in his tone, Jiang Qicheng stood up with a frown and walked slowly to the window.

"I know you probably won't believe me when I say that. In my life, the person I am most sorry for is your mother, and even now, I still regret what I did to her. ”

Jiang Qicheng slowly turned around and looked at Jiang Lu's face on the sofa.

"Are you really sure that you want to divorce Ning Xi?"

"Or else?" Jiang Lu stood up, his dark eyes met him, "Isn't this what you want to see?" ”

Jiang Qicheng raised his right hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's not early, you go and rest first, and early tomorrow morning, I'll take you to the Jiang family." Your room has not moved, it is still the same, if you need anything, tell the butler. ”

Jiang Lu didn't say anything, stood up and walked out of the study.

Listening to the sound of his footsteps getting farther away, Jiang Qicheng took the mobile phone, and he pulled out a call.

"How's the investigation about the car accident?"

On the phone, it was the voice of a middle-aged man.

"It's not certain whose arrangement was for this matter, but it's certain that this is not a car accident, it's someone who wants to kill the little master."

"Keep looking!" Jiang Qicheng sank his face, "I want to know, who wants my son's life!" ”

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Qicheng stared at the night outside the window with his hands behind his back and let out a long sigh.

……

……

Upstairs bedroom.

Jiang Heng pushed open the door, walked in with a tray, and delivered the bird's nest on the tray to his mother.

"Don't be angry, eat something, right?"

"Eat?" Yu Qinglian frowned and glanced at her son, "You can still eat, why is Jiang Lu coming back now, you really can't see it?" ”

"Alright." Jiang Heng smiled and handed the bowl to his mother, "He is my brother, shouldn't he come back to the Jiang family?" ”

"What's your brother!" Yu Qinglian put the bowl back on the tray, "He is the illegitimate son of that fox spirit, why should he compare with you, this Jiang family does not have a penny of his!" ”

"Mom!" Jiang Heng frowned and reminded, "You be quiet." ”

"Why should I be quiet, where did I say something wrong?" Yu Qinglian snorted coldly, "At the beginning, it was he who wanted to leave the Jiang family, but I didn't drive him away, but now he will come back if he wants to, what does he think of the Jiang family?" ”

"My dad asked him to come back, what can I do?" Jiang Heng sat sideways beside his mother and stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around her shoulder, "What about you, you should eat and drink, I have my own way." ”

"Own way?" Yu Qinglian glanced at him, "You are too gentle, if I were you, I wouldn't let him enter this door." ”

"The more you do that, the more my dad will like him." Jiang Heng took the soup bowl and sent it to her with a smile, "If you really don't want him to snatch the Jiang family's money, then be kind to him, so that you can keep my father's heart." ”

"Heart?" Yu Qinglian snorted coldly, "Your father's heart has long been snatched away by that vixen, man, he is born cheap, and what he can't get is the best." I don't expect these things for a long time, the reason why I stayed in the Jiang family and endured it for so many years is for your brothers and sisters. ”

Jiang Heng smiled: "I know, don't worry, I won't let you down." ”

"Hey-" Yu Qinglian let out a long sigh, "For so many years, Jiang Lu has never returned to the Jiang family, I thought that he would not come back in the future, and I don't know what happened this time?" ”

"Something happened to his company, and Tianning, who invested in it, is now in a precarious situation, and he hasn't come back in a desperate way?" Jiang Heng snorted lightly, "It seems that I also misjudged him." ”

Holding the soup bowl, Yu Qinglian drank two mouthfuls of soup and raised her face again.

"Jiang Lu had a car accident before, what happened?"

"What else could it be?" Jiang Heng shrugged his shoulders, "Offended people, you don't know his temperament." ”

Yu Qinglian looked at her son seriously for a moment and frowned.

"It's none of your business, right?"

"What do you say!" Jiang Heng chuckled, "You don't think I did it, right?" ”

"It's good if not." Yu Qinglian reminded with a straight face, "You and him are clearly arguing that I can help you, but you can't use those illegal means, mom is just a son like you, you are not allowed to do stupid things." ”

"Don't worry, I'm measured." Jiang Heng comfortingly hugged his mother's shoulder, "Then you eat slowly, I'll go see him." ”

Coming out of Yu Qinglian's bedroom, Jiang Heng climbed the stairs and came to the attic above the third floor.

A few years ago, when Jiang Lu was brought back, Jiang Qicheng specially cleaned up a large bedroom facing the sun for Jiang Lu, but Jiang Lu insisted on living in the attic.

Jiang Qicheng had no choice but to clean up the attic.

Jiang Lu has been living here for three years in high school.

Later, he transferred to a foreign country, and Jiang Qicheng never moved the things in this attic.

Except for the servants who go up to clean, no one else will go up.

Coming to Jiang Lu's door, Jiang Heng raised his hand to buckle the door.

After a moment, Jiang Lu wrapped himself in a pajama and pulled the door open.

"I'm coming to see you." Jiang Heng walked in with a smile and looked left and right, "Actually, I've always been curious, why do you like living in the attic so much?" ”

"Probably because I've lived in the attic since I was a child."

Jiang Lu shrugged his shoulders lazily and looked around.

The attic in front of me is basically unchanged from a few years ago.

On the bookshelf are still his books and sheet music, and in the corner of the bookshelf is his old basketball, because it has been too long, and the basketball has been a little lost.

"It's different now." Jiang Heng turned his face and smiled at him, "You are the miracle of Wall Street, the LION that everyone is in awe." To be honest, I really didn't expect you to go back to China, and you will go back to this attic. ”

"I didn't expect that I would come back." Jiang Lu tugged at the corners of his lips, "There are some things that I didn't want to do, but someone forced me, so I had to do them!" ”

Jiang Heng's eyebrows jumped heavily, but they quickly returned to their normal color.

"Anyway, big brother is very happy that you are back. Okay, I won't bother you to rest, see you tomorrow. ”

Patting Jiang Lu on the shoulder, Jiang Heng turned around and walked out of the attic.

Listening to him walk away, Jiang Lu closed the door and walked to the window.

Find a loose board in the attic and take out a sketchbook from it.

The sketchbook is a few years old, the paper is yellowed, but the drawings on it are still as clear as ever.

On the paper, the girl is playing the violin with her face slightly sideways, her long hair and dress fluttering in the wind.

It's a pity that she wouldn't be there, otherwise she would have recognized it immediately.

The girl in the painting is her—

When she was in middle school.