But he said that Jian Qing came out of Huixi Manor and drove directly back to Jian's house.
This road carries too many memories from his childhood.
It's just that since I broke away from the Jian family at the age of fourteen, I have never walked this road again.
The car drove to the gate of Jian's house.
Most of the people at the gate were people who had just moved here in recent years.
They had no impression of Jian Qing, and some had never even heard of her.
The dignified eldest young master of the Jian family was shut out of the Jian family in such a grand manner.
Jian Qing had a mouthful of old blood in his throat.
Just as he was about to get out of the car to argue with them, an old man came out, looked at the people here carefully, and quickly greeted them.
"Hey, you ignorant people, this is the eldest son of our Jian family, why don't you open the door for the eldest son?"
Then he turned around and winked at the people following him, "Hurry up and go in and inform the master."
"Okay, Grandpa."
"And the young master, please inform me too."
"OK."
The simple and heavy wooden door was slowly opened, Jian Qing drove the car in and parked steadily in the open space of the yard.
Passing through the inner gate of the compound, walked into the inner courtyard of Jian's family, and entered an ancestral hall in the middle.
Facing the incense offerings of the ancestors of the Jian family, Jian Qing stood upright without kowtow.
Since he was eight years old, Mr.
Jian has been forcing him to inherit the Jian family's profound traditional Chinese medicine, but he was fascinated by Western medicine and wanted to go abroad.
After six years of struggle, he finally couldn't stand the Jian family's rigidity and stuck to their old ways.
He resolutely ran out of the Jian family's cage and went out with Jing Mohao to make a living.
He considered the situation very clearly at that time.
Mr.
Jian only got his son when he was in his forties.
He was addicted to medicine and had no interest in men and women.
Mrs.
Jian died of illness when he was four years old.
It is said that he is the only one in the Jian family.
Under such circumstances, the possibility of replacing someone midway is basically zero, let alone giving the Jian family's property to someone with a foreign surname.
It's just to let yourself practice outside, and then find an excuse to come back and continue.
No matter what happens, after Mr.
Jian leaves, he will still be just and legitimate when he comes back.
Who knew that the old man was so strong?
So far, I haven't even received news of his illness.
I don’t know why Jing Mohao asked him to come here at this time.
"You treacherous son, how dare you come back?"
There was a deep roar behind him, and even though it had been many years, Jian Qing still instantly recognized the voice coming from his old man Jian Zhiguo.
Jian Qing turned around leisurely and saw the old man walking over with several uncles.
Jian Qing has not had much respect for this old man since she was a child.
Although he is his old son, he always looks like he has dropped his book bag.
He buries himself in herbal medicines all day long.
Apart from forcing himself to recognize the herbal medicines with him, he is completely indifferent to his own life and emotions.
As a father, he doesn't care about him as much as his uncle.
The one closest to the old man was a familiar and unfamiliar face.
It's strange because he looks very young, probably around eighteen or nineteen years old.
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It's familiar because his facial features are delicate and pretty, which is very similar to the characteristics of their Jian family.
"This brother is" Jian Qing pointed at the young man politely
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