MTL - Deliberately Contaminated-Chapter 63

Tancheng International Airport. Xia, Mingshuang pulled the suitcase and got into the driver's car, "Go to the revolving restaurant in Linjiang."

When Mingshuang arrived there, the waiter took her to the private room, where there was already someone, a man, waiting for her.

Mingshuang sat down opposite An Yi, and fiddled with her hair with her slender fingers. It was her habitual little gesture, "Are you hungry? The plane is a little late."

"It's okay," An Yi said, "I just arrived soon."

The waiter started serving dishes one by one. Looking through the transparent glass window, you could see the Tanju River in the twilight. The background music was "Moonlight", which was played solo by Xiao Jin, which was the second song released by An Yi in that year.

"Why did you suddenly think of coming back?" An Yi asked.

"Start a business." Mingshuang said confidently, "By the way, come back to study."

"What is this?" Mingshuang saw an envelope that was placed beside her. An Yi was a more delicate and romantic man. The envelope was sealed with varnish. She lifted the envelope with her fair fingers and tore it open. A thin ticket.

"My concert tickets, special seats, are reserved for you." An Yi looked at her, "It's next Monday."

Mingshuang looked at the ticket carefully, then put **** together and smiled at him, "Do I still need the ticket?"

An Yi also just curled his lips and smiled lightly. The male college student who had some youthful temperament back then has almost lost his childishness now.

An Yi came out on top in that year's Golden Melody Contest, and then the album he collaborated with Ning Zao sold well. After that, he struck while the iron was hot and participated in several music programs. Because of his outstanding appearance, good professionalism, and more and more popularity, he has now become more and more popular. This is his fifth year of debut.

The man wore a black shirt and black trousers. The shirt was unbuttoned with two buttons. He had a thin and slender figure, and his cuffs were slightly rolled up, revealing a white and flawless wrist bone.

He knew that Mingshuang liked to see him dressed like this. In the past few years, An Yi has grown a bit older, and An Yi has matured a lot. The entertainment industry was originally a place where he had to be cautious in his words and deeds. His words were much less than before, and his expressions were well restrained when he did not usually sing on stage.

The woman opposite was extremely beautiful, with long curly hair draped over her shoulders. She has a graceful figure, strong slenderness, a more beautiful face, white skin and red lips, very bright and delicate beauty. Not inferior at all to the artists that An Yi usually works with, but she is eating seriously with her head down, gobbling her food down, not showing any image at all.

An Yi secretly stared at her, trying to look at her as many times as possible.

"You said to come back to study." An Yi suddenly remembered, "Reading a Ph.D.?"

Mingshuang said, "Yes."

"Aircraft control engineering." Mingshuang smiled, "I have been admitted to the Ph.D. of Beijing University."

"It's amazing." An Yi said sincerely.

"It's nothing." Mingshuang didn't care, and said, "It's just that my company is not going well, and the old man won't give me money."

"My dad and I won't deal with it." Mingshuang curled her lips, "I've been thinking about that project for a long time. He didn't give me money and asked me to work for others."

So she went to Ming Xiao to ask for money.

Ming Xiao asked, "Do you want to buy a bag? A sports car? How much?"

Mingshuang, "You can take fifty million first."

Ming Xiao, "?"

I see you again.

Mingshuang was very unhappy, and poked the plate with a fork, "My project is very promising, the domestic drone industry is a blue ocean, and the prospects are very big, the old man's head is too stiff, multi-rotor drones are better than the current mainstream products. It’s more advanced, and it has great advantages for aerial photography. For example, if you hold a concert, shoot a documentary, and if you want to shoot a fairy-tale drama about Yujian Fei, you can use the products I designed to shoot very beautiful shots.”

"The old man was so angry that he said that I didn't earn a penny for my family after studying for so many years." Mingshuang smiled slyly, "I still ask him to pay back all the time."

"That's good, I'm going to spend all his money." She continued to eat, and sincerely felt that domestic food was still delicious.

It's a pity that Ming Licheng is not stupid and will not give her money foolishly.

When she laughed like this, she looked like she was eighteen, and An Yi watched intently.

Mingshuang didn't care, and kept talking about her projects and research, "It's just that the size of the model hasn't been decided yet, I've made several sets of parameters to compare the wingspan load, and I blame the old man who taught me aerodynamics in the undergraduate course. Speaking with an Indian accent, I didn't understand a few words, so I just taught myself."

"When it's done, you can also take a very beautiful picture of the moon." Mingshuang pointed to the sky, "Really, it's very beautiful. I want to take pictures of the twenty-four solar terms with different moon phases."

An Yi didn't quite understand it, but he still listened gently and attentively, "Do you need me to lend you money?"

Mingshuang stared at him and smiled, "Forget it, do you want to sell you to me?"

Although she knows that An Yi is making money now, her projects start with tens of millions and burn a lot of money.

An Yi pursed his lips and smiled. At this time, he still vaguely resembled the shy and quiet big boy from a few years ago.

A meal was quickly finished, and the two walked out of the private room.

"It's still the same in Tancheng." Mingshuang looked at the Tanzhou River flowing quietly in the distance.

On this day, there was a boy playing the violin in the restaurant. Looking at his 18 or 19-year-old appearance, he looked quiet. Mingshuang recognized the corner of his coat on the back of the chair, which seemed to be a blue and white school uniform attached to sandalwood.

She looked away, and An Yi asked, "Where are you going today? I'll drive you."

"There is a small villa near me." Mingshuang said, "I just asked someone to clean it yesterday, let's go there."

An Yi is very stable, Ming Shuang is dozing off in the back row, she is too tired to fly, she suffers from jet lag every time, but it would be impolite to think that she is falling asleep now, she still tries to keep her spirits up and chat with An Yi. , "How is your mother's health now?"

"I had an operation last week and I have recovered a lot now," An Yi said. "The doctor said that she is in good condition and can be discharged soon. She asked me about you yesterday, and I said that you will go back to China today."

When the car arrived at the door of the small villa, An Yi opened the car door for her.

Mingshuang took out the key to open the door and waved at him, "That's good, give me a message and wish her good health in the future."

"Okay." An Yi said.

Mingshuang's back disappeared into the courtyard, and he looked at her back.

He has a good personality, is quiet and peaceful, never asks more about other people's itinerary and communication, and has no scheming, what he says is what he says, even after being in the entertainment industry for a few years, because he is well protected, he is still very simple.

An Yi has no ambitions. His music can be heard by so many people, which is enough to satisfy him.

Yesterday, the house deliberately asked the cleaning company to send someone over to clean it. It was very clean. Mingshuang put down the suitcase and lay down on the sofa, feeling sleepy sweeping over, but suddenly there was movement in the kitchen, and a dark shadow jumped over, Squatted on Mingshuang's lap.

"Yo, you were also sent?" Mingshuang was taken aback.

The little raccoon cat back then should be considered a middle-aged cat now. It saw Mingshuang, jumped lightly, jumped into her arms, and then licked her nose.

Not even born.

Mingshuang played with the pear cat for a while and stretched, but this act pleased her, she whispered, "I didn't hurt you in vain, I still remember me."

The phone beside her rang, it was Xu Duanduan.

"You are finally willing to go back to China." Xu Duanduan said, "Miss, we were the only ones who went abroad to find you before. I have informed Xu Tianbai and the others that they will meet tomorrow night?"

"You call someone, I'll treat you." Mingshuang said, "The location is up to you."

"Okay, Miss is still so proud, and has made a lot of money recently?" Xu Duanduan said.

Mingshuang, "Of course I'll use my father's money, not in vain."

"…"

Hanging up the phone, Ming Shuang stretched.

In fact, in the past few years, what she misses the most is the various barbecue snack roadside stalls in China. She didn't like to eat Western food, and the taste of food was also heavy. Before, the family deliberately hired a chef, but I don't know if it was because of the water quality abroad. The problem is, it doesn't always taste like this.

After hanging up Xu Duanduan's phone, Mingshuang's phone kept ticking. I don't know how those people knew that she had returned to China so quickly.

She lowered her eyes and didn't bother to answer them one by one until she received a call from Lin Qingxiao, who also studied for her undergraduate degree in the UK, and had a good relationship with Mingshuang. She occasionally went out to play together, but she returned to China after graduating two years ago. .

Mingshuang answered the phone, Lin Qingxiao exchanged a few words with her, and suddenly hesitantly said, "Jiang Qianzhang got married yesterday."

"Ah? With whom?" Mingshuang knew that Lin Qingxiao really liked him back then, but after seeing through him, he was so wounded that he gave up.

Lin Qingxiao shook his head, "I heard Brother Rucong say that it was the girl he met when he went abroad."

"He doesn't seem to be going well in recent years." Lin Qingxiao whispered, "His father passed away three years ago."

Mingshuang was stunned for a while, her expression a little complicated. Mingshuang has been abroad for the past few years, and has basically paid no attention to domestic affairs. She doesn't even know the news.

Only occasionally heard Ming Xiao mentioned that the business relationship between her family and the Jiang family has not been interrupted. Naturally, she always thought that she was dealing with Jiang Chengting.

"How is Jiang Rucong now?" Mingshuang was silent for a moment, not knowing who she remembered, her face lost her expression, she lay on her back on the sofa and asked Lin Qingxiao.

"The legs are still the same." Lin Qingxiao said, "But I'm still in a good mood these past few years, and I'm happier than before."

Mingshuang has been abroad for six years, and the number of times she has come back can be counted by snapping her fingers. Hearing these names is a little unfamiliar.

Mingshuang sighed, "Will you come to dinner tomorrow night?"

Lin Qingxiao, "Come on, give me an address when you arrive."

"it is good."

Lin Qingxiao hung up the phone and called Jiang Rucong, "Mingshuang has returned to China."

Jiang Rucong was on the balcony of his country house, holding a drawing board and sketching the distant scenery.

In recent years, he has lived very smoothly, happily and leisurely, and he doesn't have to worry about anything.

"Mingshuang?" He asked slowly, putting the pen aside on the paint box.

"Well." Lin Qingxiao hesitated, "Do you want to inform him?"

Jiang Rucong smiled, "No, tell him what to do, make him go crazy again, and then toss himself to death?"

Lin Qingxiao bit his lip.

She knew what happened a few years ago. I also heard Jiang Ruzong mention some vaguely, but not many, Jiang Ruzong's personality is not the one who will talk about this kind of thing in detail to outsiders.

At that time, Jiang Huai and Mingshuang had a brief period, and Mingshuang went abroad and ended up dumping him, which was very tragic.

Except for a few people, no one knew about this matter, and those who knew it did not dare to talk about it, so this matter passed by like this, buried by time, and it seems that there is no trace.

When Jianghuai University started school, he took a half-year suspension, saying that he was ill.

Jiang Rucong personally witnessed him during that time. He had no doubt that Jiang Huai was able to come back from the gate of hell, simply because God didn't want to take him away for the time being.

Jiang Rucong called a car, reported an address, and told the driver to drive over to Jiang Huai's current residence.

In this mansion, at the end of the second floor is Jiang Huai's study. Jiang Rucong looked at the closed door and remembered Lin Qingxiao's words.

Jiang Huai has a quiet personality. From a few years ago, he was the only one who lived here. Except for the part-time cleaners, no one was involved. When it came to work, Jiang Huai would never bring back his private house. Only Jiang Rucong would come here occasionally. once.

Lin Qingxiao asked, do you want to tell him that Mingshuang is back.

Will he not know? Impossible not to know.

Jiang Rufang walked slowly through the corridor with crutches.

"There's a guest here." His secretary came over immediately and asked Jiang Ruzong, "He's looking for President Jiang."

"He doesn't see anyone." Jiang Rucong said, "I'll go see him."

The door was tightly closed, and Lu Ruoxue walked back and forth at the door. This was the fourth time she came here this month, and she didn't even see the shadow of the person she wanted to interview.

The door opened, and her eyes lit up when she saw the man who came out, "Hello, is this Mr. Jiang from Linquan Capital? I'm a reporter from "Tanzhou Finance and Economics". I want to come over and give you an exclusive interview."

"He's not in good health." Jiang Ruzong said gently and gently, "I won't be interviewed for the time being."

He asked the secretary to let Lu Ruoxue in, but Lu Ruoxue suppressed her excitement and looked left and right. Her hands were itchy, and she wished she could raise the camera to take a picture.

Linquan Capital has developed extremely well in recent years. Many people thought that it would suffer heavy losses after Jiang Chengting's death. However, in the hands of Mr. Jiang, who succeeded him, not only did there show no signs of decline, but instead, it was investing quickly and ruthlessly in several important companies. After the project, the development is getting better and better, and it even has a faint meaning of winning the first place in the domestic venture capital industry.

This young investor is at the helm, is sought after by countless people, and is a hot guest everywhere, but he has always been extremely low-key and mysterious, and his private life is so clean that no fault can be picked up.

"Mr. Jiang is not feeling well?" Lu Ruoxue asked unwillingly, "Can you ask what it is?"

Jiang Rucong spread out his hands, "Ancestor's short life."

Lu Ruoxue was stunned, then looked at his legs.

"The legs are fine." Jiang Rucong saw her thoughts at a glance, "There are other problems."

The actual controlling shareholder of Linquan Capital is said to be the second young master of the Jiang family, but he has been reclusive and extremely mysterious in recent years. He has never accepted any outside interviews. Lu Ruoxue is young and newly appointed. It was a tough bone to crack. She abandoned the boss's efforts and found the location of his private mansion. Unexpectedly, it was still empty.

However, seeing Jiang Rucong was a success.

Back at the magazine office, Lu Ruoxue put the camera down and "ran away again."

"Why didn't you say he was interviewed?" Next to him was a very young colleague girl, "Is she too embarrassing for the audience?"

Everyone laughed, and Lu Ruoxue also laughed, "It shouldn't be, isn't it said that his family is very handsome? I saw the boss of their family this time, and he looks very good."

There have long been rumors that the man from the Jiang family is unique in Tancheng. A reporter interviewed Jiang Chengting before. Even though he was over 100 and half years old and afflicted with illness, he did not hide his appearance, figure and temperament.

"But we are a finance and economics magazine, how do we interview artists?" said the colleague, "Isn't Jiang Rucong engaged in art? He held a woodcarving art exhibition before, and he has been painting again in the past few years."

…

After the reporter girl left, Jiang Rucong did not leave immediately.

The door of the study on the second floor was quietly closed, with thick curtains drawn inside. The sun was shining outside, but no sunlight penetrated.

Jiang Rucong knocked on the door.

A voice came from the study, "Come in."

There was a small light inside, which vaguely reflected the back of the man's clear pick, sitting at the table, looking at a document.

"Here, the information you want." Jiang Rucong took out a document from his bag.

He didn't speak. He stretched out a pale and slender hand, took the document in Jiang Rufong's hand, and flipped through a few pages. These beautiful and perfect hands were covered with dense scars on their wrists.

Jiang Huai's symptoms have gotten worse in recent years, but he is restrained by him, and he still behaves normally. Even everyone doesn't know that he has this problem. Only Jiang Ruzong knows that every time Jiang Huai meets with his partners, he occasionally shakes hands and greets him. , even to these slight physical contact, will be uncontrollable disgust and disgust, and even have a physiological reaction of nausea and nausea in severe cases.

Jiang Rucong also deliberately paid attention, kept a distance from Jiang Huai, and tried his best to reduce the pressure on him a little.

Jiang Rucong didn't want to go to find a psychiatrist for Jiang Huai, but Jiang Huai was reluctant. Later, when he went there once, the doctor said that he was in a difficult situation, and there was no treatment other than what he wanted to do, so he only prescribed some medicine.

Jiang Huai didn't take those medicines.

He said that he needs to maintain a clear mind and reaction speed. In the past few years, from the death of Jiang Chengting to the present, the Jiang family has gone from turbulent to back on track, and even prosperous. Only Jiang Rucong knows how much Jiang Huai has paid behind his back.

"Find someone to go with." With his face fixed, Jiang Rucong finally said, "You won't be so uncomfortable."

What's the point of being like a jade here for Mingshuang? He remembered Jiang Huai's symptoms, dare he say that it has nothing to do with Mingshuang?

Jiang Rucong remembered that when Jiang Huai graduated from high school, his symptoms were already very mild. He was with Mingshuang at that time, she was his first love, and he couldn't help himself. The young man came to the world for the first time, but he turned his eyes and was thrown into hell.

Jiang Huai put the information back on the table.

"I won't live for a few more years," he said, with a hint of boredom in his clear voice.

The dim light outlines the man's extremely beautiful profile. He has completely lost his youthful youthfulness, his temperament has changed a lot, he has become more detached and cold, and even has a little melancholy. Like ice condensed from snow, after being set foot in, dyed and abandoned, it has an indescribably fascinating taste.

"You're still so young." Jiang Rucong said, "What are you talking about, I didn't say I was going to die."

Jiang Huai just raised the corners of his lips indifferently.

What's the point of his life? But the walking dead.

"Mingshuang brought a man back to China." Before Jiang Rucong left, he looked back at him, "You should already know, but I still want to say something."

The author says:

Well, I still send you twenty red envelopes~~Celebrate the start of the next volume

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