C12 Chapter 12

Cheng Yuyuan and his wife, Ann Shuqin, have a deep affection for each other. This is a fact that everyone in the upper class knows. When she was young, she was also an influential figure. She was a beauty beauties women and was also a powerful manager. She was known as half the world of entertainment.

Many of the top artists were promoted by her alone.

However, they didn't show themselves anymore a few years ago, and didn't go along with Cheng Yuyuan Cheng either. Many people guessed that they were sick. The reporters tried every possible way to find out the truth, but Cheng Yuyuan had protected his lovely wife extremely well, and even now, no one had managed to dig up even the slightest bit of information.

Ning Weishuang was more or less nervous about going to meet such a character.

Noticing Ning Weishuang's nervousness, Young Uncle Cheng still held her hand habitually and pinched her smooth white fingers: "It's okay, my mom is very nice."

This was the first time that Ning Weishuang had left Young Uncle Cheng's place for the main building.

The main building was quite a distance away from where Young Uncle Cheng was. They had gone there by car, but didn't expect to bump into Cheng Jiashu on the way.

Cheng Jiashu was dressed in sports attire and holding a baseball bat. From the looks of it, he was going to play golf.

This was really a narrow path for enemies.

Cheng Jiashu stood on the spot, watching Ning Weishuang and Young Uncle Cheng's car getting closer and closer with a sneer on his face. He didn't think much of Ning Weishuang at all, but now that the woman who was supposed to be his wife had suddenly turned into his aunt, he couldn't help but worry about her.

Cheng Jiashu pressed his hand against the side railing of the car, forcing the car to stop: "young uncle, where are we going?"

However, her eyes were still fixed on Ning Weishuang.

Ning Weishuang had been living a comfortable life in the Cheng Castle and had changed quite a bit from her clothes. It was only then that Cheng Jiashu took a few more glances at her.

It was a pity that a good beauty had been spoiled by this fool just like that.

It was obviously hard for Cheng Jiashu to not understand Cheng Jiashu's gaze. Ning Weishuang felt disgusted and didn't want to leave any trace of her sight on Cheng Jiashu.

Young Uncle Cheng signaled the driver to stop: "I'm taking Shuang to see your grandma, do you want to go as well?"

Mention Grandma... Cheng Jiashu shivered and let go of his hand. "No need. Take care, young uncle."

Luckily, Ning Weishuang had shifted her gaze just now. If she were to witness this scene, she would have to be nervous for a long time.

Young Uncle Cheng lightly looked at Cheng Jiashu, suddenly laughed: "Tomorrow is the family meeting, you will come right?"

Cheng Jiashu's face turned even paler, and the smile on his face could no longer hang on his face: "Mmm …" will come... "He will."

Although it sounded like a simple family gathering, it was actually a competition. After the first three months of Cheng Castle passed, all the people from the Cheng Family returned to the main building. Of course the people who challenged him were Cheng Family disciples like Cheng Jiashu, who did not have much business background and did not have a good lifestyle.

Most importantly, those responsible for punishments …

It's because idiots don't practice favoritism and they don't take revenge.

Young Uncle Cheng.

Cheng Jiashu gritted his teeth and released his grip on the car. He was so scared by Young Uncle Cheng that he lost the mood to even play golf. "young uncle, take care."

After the two of them left, Cheng Jiashu still stood there and watched them leave. Ning Weishuang thought it was strange. She turned around and asked Young Uncle Cheng, "Qingjiang, what is a family meeting?"

Young Uncle Cheng held Ning Weishuang's hand and patted it lightly, "It's nothing, Shuang doesn't have to mind."

Ning Weishuang nodded doubtfully. If it really wasn't important, how could Cheng Jiashu be so scared?

The main building was soon to arrive. Dressed in lush greenery, it was resplendent in gold and jade, adorned with multi-colored colored glass. It was extremely luxurious, just like a castle in the depths of the forest where the queen lived. Even though Ning Weishuang knew that Cheng Family were rich, she couldn't help but sigh when she saw this building.

"I came to see my mother." Young Uncle Cheng nodded to the servants lined up in two rows in the hall. Then, someone came to pick him up and walked towards the elevator.

Walking between the two rows of servants bowing simultaneously, Ning Weishuang held her head high and stared straight ahead, afraid that these people would see that she was inexperienced and lose face for Young Uncle Cheng.

When he arrived, Ann Shuqin was lying on the rocking chair with her eyes closed. She had a book in her arms, which she opened halfway. Cheng Yuyuan sat beside her and looked at her lovingly. When the rocking chair shook, the blanket on Ann Shuqin's legs would slip. Cheng Yuyuan reached out to help her pull the blanket up, careful not to wake her up.

The two of them had white hair, but under the mottled light and shadow, their faces remained as exquisite as an ancient painting.

If all the people living together and living in peace had a scene, it would probably be just like this.

Ning Weishuang was suddenly moved.

He didn't envy the young lovers who were passionate and passionate in love. He was even more envious of the company and love that flowed deep into his bones.

Ning Weishuang held Young Uncle Cheng's hand, hoping that when she was old, this little fool with clear eyes would be by her side.

Cheng Yuyuan raised his head and looked at Ning Weishuang. He said lightly, "You're here?"

Ning Weishuang hurriedly nodded and said in an extremely soft voice, "Yes, I'm here to see mom."

Unexpectedly, Ann Shuqin still woke up. Her gaze turned over to Ning Weishuang, and her lips formed a faint smile. "Is this Shuang?" "Hurry over here."

Ning Weishuang then saw Ann Shuqin's face and took a deep breath. If she hadn't known beforehand that this woman was over 60 years old, she would have believed it even if she said she was 40.

The oval face didn't droop because of its age, only a few faint wrinkles where it couldn't be reversed, and a pair of pale pupils that looked like a mixed blood appeared especially gentle and dignified.

It wasn't hard to see what kind of beauty she must have been when she was young. No wonder she could give birth to such a handsome son like Young Uncle Cheng.

His face was pale and his lips were bloodless. He must be sick.

Ning Weishuang walked over and took the opportunity to hold Ann Shuqin's hand, "Auntie, it's Shuang."

Ann Shuqin said with a smile, "Why are you still calling me auntie? I should change my words."

Ning Weishuang did not hesitate and openly corrected herself, "Mom."

Ann Shuqin agreed immediately and raised her hand in satisfaction. Ning Weishuang quickly sent it forward so that Ann Shuqin wouldn't have to put too much effort to touch her head.

"That's great, I didn't expect to see Qingjiang get married before I got buried." There was a hint of a smile in Ann Shuqin's eyes, but there was also a sense of loss that couldn't be hidden.

Cheng Yuyuan took away the book in her hands: "What nonsense are you talking about? The doctor said that your illness was not serious and that I would send you to recuperate after the wedding ceremony. "

Ann Shuqin glanced at Cheng Yuyuan and stuck her tongue out at Ning Weishuang. "Your dad has been serious all his life. He didn't scare you right?"

Ning Weishuang hurriedly said: "No, Dad and Qingjiang are very good to me, being able to enter Cheng Family is my fortune."