I'm really rich

Chapter 194 Are all the men in the Jiang family so hypocritical?
In the middle of the night, Jiang Chen received an account entry reminder on his mobile phone.

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, and realized that she had changed the mobile phone number bound to the card that was placed here with his at some point.

Over the past few days, under her accumulation, the balance of the card has risen from more than 1 to more than 4, and at this moment, it has soared to nearly [-].

It seems that this New Year, she has a good income.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but think, she is really a little rich woman.

His eyebrows softened a little, he clicked on the online banking, and imitated the way he put a sum of money into the card on her.

But because the mobile phone number bound to that card was still Jiang Chen's own, she still didn't respond.

It seemed that he still hadn't noticed that the balance in that card had changed drastically.

Putting down the phone, Jiang Chen slightly raised a gentle smile.

He picked up a glass from a bottle, and when the edge of the glass was close to his lips, he realized that there was no water in it.

After hesitating for a moment, he got up and went downstairs to pour water.

However, when he walked down the stairs, he found that Jiang Yongqing, who had always been very strict in his work and rest, was still watching TV for the first time at this moment, and he was watching the rebroadcast of the Lancheng Spring Festival Gala.

Jiang Chen glanced across the TV, and what was playing at the moment was a skit program.

But he seemed to understand a little bit.

Because if he remembered correctly, according to the program list he saw on the Internet at night, the program in front of this skit program was a chorus performance by Su Li and several actors.

Seeing him coming down, Jiang Yongqing quickly turned off the TV.

He stood up, did not say a word to Jiang Chen, only walked upstairs slowly with a serious expression.

When Jiang Chen turned his head, he saw his back, desolate and lonely, and at some point, his once full head of black hair had already turned half white.

He always felt that Jiang Yongqing was a more ruthless and indifferent person than himself, but at this moment, he discovered:

It is said that if the sky has love, the sky will also grow old.

But it turns out that ruthless people will also grow old.
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The third day of the new year of this year is February 2th, which is also the anniversary of Jiang Chen's grandmother's death.

This is the only day during the New Year. Jiang Sinan will go home and go to the cemetery with them to pay homage to his grandmother.

Perhaps because today is a heavy day, on the way to the cemetery, the car was so quiet that it was embarrassingly quiet.

The three of them were silent, one rested with his eyes closed, one looked at the document, and the other looked forward as if in a daze.

It's like carpooling with strangers.

The driver was new this year, so it was the first time he had seen such a scene, and he was worried along the way, fearing that he would accidentally bump into the muzzle of the gun.

The car drove for more than an hour to arrive at the cemetery. When we got off the car, the weather was gloomy and there was no sunshine. Only the branches on the roadside made strange noises in the cold wind.

Jiang Chen's grandmother is a typical lady of the family, even the black and white photos on the tombstone are gentle, graceful, generous and decent.

Back then, her marriage to Jiang Yongqing was based on the words of a matchmaker. Before they got married, they hadn't even met each other a few times.

When Jiang Chen returned to Jiang's house, his grandmother had passed away, so he never knew whether Jiang Yongqing had any affection for this wife.

I only occasionally heard Mrs. Zhang mention that on the day my grandmother passed away due to illness, although my grandfather did not shed a single tear, he quickly arranged for my grandmother's funeral, but on the day my grandmother died, he shut himself in the room alone. , closed for a whole day.

No one knew what Jiang Yongqing did in the room that day, but as Mrs. Zhang said, decades of marriage, even if there was no love at the beginning, later turned into family affection.

Perhaps it is precisely because of Jiang Yongqing's experience that he feels that it doesn't matter if he has feelings or not when he gets married.

Anyway, in the end, it's all the same to produce feelings.

Jiang Chen stood in front of his grandmother's tombstone, quietly watching her voice and appearance. Although he had never really gotten along with her, he seemed to be able to sense from her smile that she was a very warm person.

For the first time in his life, he thought, if grandma was still alive at this moment, would the relationship between him and grandpa still be in the current state of incompatibility?
Jiang Yongqing's sadness and nostalgia are not exposed. Even today, he just stands silently in front of his wife, as if talking to his wife in his heart, but no emotion can be seen on his face.

Before leaving, he turned back to his wife, stretched out his hand and gently touched his wife's face in the photo, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

But for some reason, after getting out of the cemetery and returning to the car, Jiang Yongqing's expression seemed less serious than before.

He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes for a while.

When the car drove halfway, Jiang Yongqing slowly opened his eyes, and he couldn't remember the first time he had spoken to Jiang Chen for the first time in a long time.

The question is: "When are you leaving?"

Jiang Chen said: "Tomorrow."

Jiang Yongqing snorted coldly, did not speak, and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

Sitting in the front seat, Jiang Sinan didn't speak, but he couldn't help but secretly sneered.

She will go on a business trip abroad tomorrow, but her father never pays attention to this.

The car became quiet again, and after returning home, Jiang Yongqing went back to the room alone.

Every year after going to pay homage to his grandma, he would do this, shutting himself in the room silently, just like Mrs. Zhang said, the day grandma was buried.

Mrs. Zhang once said: "No one can see his sadness, but everyone can see that he is sad."

Jiang Chen seems to have only now understood the meaning of this sentence.

Seeing that the door of Grandpa's room was closed, Jiang Chen also prepared to go back to the room, but when he went upstairs, he happened to meet Jiang Sinan who was going to his room to get things out.

Jiang Sinan's face was cold, and he leaned on the railing and asked, "When do you plan to come back to take over the company?"

Jiang Chen said, "I don't need it."

Jiang Sinan sneered and sarcastically said, "Are all the men in the Jiang family so hypocritical?"

Jiang Chen raised his eyes to look at him, and then heard her say again: "An old man who knows that the old man will leave everything to you, but still pretends to be indifferent, a man who is obviously cold-blooded, but pretends to be affectionate. If it weren't for the old man back then He despises my mother for not being able to give birth to a son, and neglects her everywhere, will she become depressed and die at a young age?"

Jiang Yongqing's room was not far away, but Jiang Sinan didn't deliberately lower the volume, it seemed that he wanted Jiang Yongqing to hear it on purpose.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door of Jiang Yongqing's room was suddenly opened.

He pointed at Jiang Sinan with a livid face, his fingers trembling with anger: "You, you get lost!"

Jiang Sinan showed no anger, and after a sneer, he left the house without looking back.

But Jiang Yongqing didn't explain, and slammed the door shut again with a "bang".

In Jiang Chen's eyes, there was no emotional ups and downs, it was just like watching a farce.

When she was about to step up the stairs, Mrs. Zhang, who was standing by the dining table, sighed helplessly, and said to Jiang Chen earnestly:

"Shen Chen, your grandfather, although he was wrong, is not as bad as the second lady said."

Jiang Chen nodded, without any response, and walked towards the room.

Over the years, he had heard many cynicisms from Jiang Sinan, but he never felt angry, only amused.

Perhaps it was because, although she was ten years older than him, in her, he seemed to see the self who yearned for the love of his parents when he was a child, but couldn't express it.

(End of this chapter)