Chapter 19: Bastard 19

He Xianyang took a photo of his face at the elevator, trimmed the hair on his forehead, and pulled the suit on his body. Seeing that he was in good manners, he cleared his throat and walked out of the elevator with a cough.
He came to a door on the very edge of this floor and knocked on it.
The door was quickly opened, revealing a beautiful face inside. When the owner of that face saw He Xianyang outside the door, he suddenly showed a surprised expression, and quickly opened his hand and threw into He Xianyang’s arms, using The joyful voice said softly: "Ayang, you are here. She... is home today, I thought you would stay at home with her."
When she said the last sentence, her voice seemed lonely and pitiful. He Xianyang hugged her waist and felt distressed, "Caiqi, I'm wronged. You know, I don't like Chang Manjing at all, but I am forced by the Chang family. , I had to talk to her. If it weren’t for the support of Chang’s family, I wouldn’t look at her again. Now that you come back to me, how can I see other people in my eyes.

Meng Caiqi, who was leaning in his arms, turned from sorrow to joy, and smiled: "You can say this kind of thing. It used to be the best at coaxing people."
"But only you can make me coax me willingly." He Xianyang said, watching Meng Caiqi's shy expression with her head down, and suddenly led her into the room, closing the door, and kissing her passionately.
After the kiss, Meng Caiqi pulled He Xianyang onto the sofa and asked softly: "Ayang, although I'm very happy that you came to me, Chang Manjing...is it really okay? Wujia We need to rely on her to contact me over there. Tomorrow will be Mr. Wu’s auction. If she finds out, it will fall short..."
He Xianyang disagrees, "Chang Manjing has a bad temper and an arrogant heart. In recent years, she has become more and more silly. She knows how to play everywhere and where to control me. She has no way of knowing our affairs, Caiqi, don't worry. I will never let her find out about us, and I will never let anyone hurt you again."
Meng Caiqi looked at He Xianyang's affectionate expression, and hummed deeply, leaning on his shoulder. But in Meng Caiqi's heart, she was not so moved as she was on the outside, on the contrary, she was thinking about her own affairs calmly.
A few years ago, Meng Caiqi married a man a few years older than her under the introduction of her parents. The man was an honest man, a rudimentary student, and could not make much money all year round. She didn't even have a son. She was with that man. After spending a few years by my side, I didn't live any good life, and finally couldn't bear the poverty and dullness of that man, and divorced him.
It was also her good fortune that she unexpectedly met He Xianyang, the first love she hadn't seen for many years. For He Xianyang, Meng Caiqi was very impressed. After all, she was the first man she had ever loved. The emotions of the teenager were always hot and sincere. She even gave birth to a child for this man who was unmarried and pregnant.
It’s a pity that at that time, the emotions were worn away by the transition. Meng Caiqi gradually realized the cruel reality of reality. No feelings were worth mentioning. What she didn't want was the feelings of mutual affection in poverty. She had had enough of those hard days, and now she wants Yes, it's just a rich life, no longer need to worry about money.
All this, He Xianyang, who became a rich boss, gave it to her, so Meng Caiqi tried every means to hook up with He Xianyang again and became his mistress. It was only after being with He Xianyang that Meng Caiqi discovered the fact that He Xianyang's company was nothing but a good one, but it was not well managed. She just relied on the help of his wife and her family and managed to open it.
He Xianyang didn't have much money at all, everything about him came from that woman named Chang Manjing.
Meng Caiqi was not reconciled. How could she watch her dream shatter, so she tried to give He Xian an idea and asked him to find another collaborator. This is just the first step. When He Xianyang takes her more seriously, she will let He Xianyang get rid of Chang Manjing that got in the way. Madam He's serious name should belong to her, and Chang Manjing's money should also belong to the He family.
Meng Caiqi thought, again seemingly inadvertently provoking He Xianyang’s dissatisfaction with Chang Manjing, "Xianyang, don’t say that, I was originally sorry for your wife when I was with you, she was the innocent person... …But, I love you so much. After so many years, I can’t forget you at all. I know that being a mistress is not a glorious thing, but I..."
He Xianyang lowered his head and kissed Meng Caiqi’s forehead, "We are not sorry for Chang Manjing, she was not a qualified wife in the first place, and ignored me. I suspect that she raised a lover outside, otherwise she would not have met in recent years. I am getting colder."
Meng Caiqi covered her lips in surprise and raised her head to look at He Xianyang. Seeing him with a gloomy expression, she said: "Impossible, how can she do such a thing?
He Xianyang sneered, "Otherwise, why would she be indifferent to her husband? She must have been satisfied by other men outside. What qualifications does such a have to blame us. I think she not only raised a lover outside Even the adopted son she insisted on adopting a few years ago had that dirty relationship with her. She thought I couldn't tell."
"Look at her usually looking at me with eyes growing up in the sky. She hung up on He Weiming's little wild species and asked Nuan to care about her love, and give him anything good. Then He Weiming is still inseparable from her, not the little adulterer she raised. . It’s really disgusting. Chang Manjing herself and I are half-hearted. Where can I be blamed? If I don’t blame her for not observing women’s way, even if I’m generous."
Meng Caiqi listened to He Xianyang's most malicious use to speculate on his wife, and she was indifferent. She doesn't care if He Xianyang is talking about the facts, as long as He Xianyang feels that it is a fact is enough. When He Xianyang's aversion to Chang Manjing reaches its culmination, she will have a greater chance of success.
"If this is the case, then Chang Manjing is too much. Alas, I heard that the wealthy are always chaotic, but I didn't expect it to be true. First Yang, it's hard for you to guard that kind of woman for so many years, if not She Chang Manjing is pressed by the Chang family behind her, and you don't need to suffer such humiliation." Meng Caiqi supported He Xianyang's arm, her face was distressed and unrestrained, and she continued to add fuel to the fire calmly.
He Xianyang really looked even more ugly, and snorted, "When my company gets on the boat of the Wu family, sooner or later I will have to clean up Chang Manjing."
Meng Caiqi's eyes flickered, "Even if Chang Manjing is sorry for you, it's not good to hurt her, right?"
He Xianyang smiled coldly, "Of course you can't let her die. It's good to be crazy. If she dies, who will leave those things in the inheritance, it will definitely not be me, but He Weiming's small wild species. ."
Wen Yan Meng Caiqi bit her lip, "Chang Manjing really likes her adopted son? Even so much inheritance will be left to him instead of your husband?"
"Who knows what kind of ugly relationship they have. When I was adopted, I felt strange. She didn't want to go to other places, so she went to such a shabby house called the Blue Sky Welfare Institute. No, just the little thing with scars on the face..."
When He Xianyang said the Lantian Welfare Institute, Meng Caiqi's expression changed. She suddenly grabbed He Xianyang’s hand and asked him with a sharp voice, "You said your adopted son was adopted in a place called Lantian Welfare Institute. ?"
He Xianyang was suddenly interrupted by her, feeling a little unhappy, but seeing her face pale, he didn't say anything, and replied: "Indeed, it's not far from the city of S. Chang Manjing was going there back then. He Weiming was adopted. He seemed to be called Lidong back then, and he was twelve years old when he was adopted. At that time, I think Chang Manjing wanted to raise the child as an adulterer, otherwise, why should he raise a child so old."
He Xianyang was still guessing, but Meng Caiqi couldn't hear anything anymore. Her heart was beating very fast and her mind was a little dizzy. Lantian Welfare Institute, 12 years old, Lidong.
When she gave birth to He Weiming's child, she already regretted it. Coupled with the daily scolding of her parents and the strange vision of others, she agreed to the parents' idea of ​​sending the child to the orphanage. She can't remember the appearance of the child back then, or whether she had a nostalgia for him after he was born, she just clearly remembered that the day the child was sent away was Lidong.
After a thin layer of frost, she stayed in the room sitting by the window and saw her parents holding the child and leaving the house. Then when she came back, she told her beamingly that the child had stayed in the Lantian Children's Welfare Institute. After so many years, Meng Caiqi never visited the child because she gradually felt that the child was a stain that could not be washed away in her life, so she gradually forgot that child.
After she reunited with He Xianyang some time ago, she suddenly remembered the child and decided to go to the Lantian Children's Welfare Institute to retrieve her own child. After all, He Xianyang needs an heir, and there is nothing he Xianyang valued more than a son of them. It is a pity that the dean of the Lantian Welfare Institute told her that the child who was sent there in Lidong that year had died of illness.
Meng Caiqi didn't think there was anything at the time, just that she was missing an excellent bargaining chip, but now think about it, the dean hesitatingly looks abnormal, is there any internal information?
Meng Caiqi was shocked by her own speculation and her lips turned pale. After she had dealt with He Xianyang, she couldn't wait to go out again to the Lantian Children's Welfare Institute.
She had to figure out whether it was really such a coincidence and whether her child not only survived, but also became the adopted son of He Xianyang and Chang Manjing!
Just when Meng Caiqi went to the Lantian Children's Welfare Institute again, Chang Manjing called on her cell phone.
"Ah, I’m bothering the dean. Let’s tell Ms. Meng this time and tell her why Weiming is right about her child, and you concealed her because I asked to protect the child." Chang Manjing hung up. With a click, he snapped a branch of snow-white jasmine in the flowerbed next to it.
While playing with that jasmine, He Weiming walked far from the end of the path.
"Unknown, come here." Chang Manjing saw him and waved with a smile.
He Weiming stood there looking at her with complicated eyes, and after a while he walked over and sat beside Chang Manjing. Chang Manjing didn't seem to see his expression. She put Jasmine in her hand on the end of his nose and shook it, and asked with a smile, "Is it sweet?"
Before He Weiming could answer, she continued to say to herself, "My father and my brother both like jasmine. It's hard to imagine. Those two big men actually like to drink jasmine tea the most. Strangely, I am the only one in my house. I don’t like it. But when I was a kid, my father and my brother always called me little jasmine. They plucked a jasmine hairpin in my hair and said that I would grow up to be as beautiful as this flower. But they didn’t know, like What's so good about this flower, it doesn't have thorns, and it breaks when you break it."
He Weiming couldn't understand her expression, staring at her half-dangling eyes and sniffing the side face of the snow-colored flowers in his hands, his eyes were incapable of indulging in an unpredictable undercurrent.
"When are you willing to leave He Xianyang?" He Weiming finally asked this sentence.
Chang Manjing put down the flower in her hand, and suddenly raised her hand to touch He Weiming's cheek, "It's coming soon, so, wait patiently, okay?"
He soon knew whether he should be with her.
He Weiming's eyes were fixed on Chang Manjing, not knowing why, they were so close at the moment, but he was inexplicably uneasy, as if he was farther away from her than before. He Weiming suddenly grabbed Chang Manjing's hand, tightly.
"I'm sorry." Feeling the strength in her hand, Chang Manjing's expression suddenly softened. She made the young man who loves herself so uncomfortable and terrified. Although she didn't want him to be sad, it seemed inevitable.
Because she Chang Manjing came back from death with hatred, not to come back to be a good woman who repays virtue with her heart, nor does she intend to use kindness to influence the wicked. She came back for revenge and was destined to hurt many people. Now, she can only do her best to avoid hurting the boy she loves.
He Weiming shook his head, shook her hand, and said calmly: "As long as you are not ready to give up on me, you don't have to say sorry to me."
"Of course." Chang Manjing said: "Did you choose to give up? I have given you the right to choose on Tosai Island."
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Meng Caiqi sat anxiously in the reception room and saw the dean of the Lantian Children's Welfare Institute walk in from outside. She put her mobile phone on the table and said to Meng Caiqi: "Ms. Meng, I really can't tell you, these are all secrets in our courtyard."
Meng Caiqi suddenly cried, and in pain, she grabbed her clothes on her chest, "Dean, I don't want to embarrass you, but I am a mother. The child was sent here by my parents without telling me. I found him. I haven’t found it for so long, and finally got the news. Last time you said that the child passed away. I was sad for so long. Fortunately, I heard about such a thing by accident. To get back to the child, I just want to know if he is living well now."
"President, please have pity for a mother." Meng Caiqi stuffed a check into the dean's hand with tears in her tears.
The dean looked embarrassed, took a look at the check and then sighed, "Well, you are really pitiful, I will tell you this by myself. If you listen to it, don’t look for it. That kid."
Meng Caiqi hurriedly said: "I know, I only need to know his news, and I will never disturb his current life."
"Well, that kid was adopted by Mr. He and Ms. Chang a few years ago..."
When Meng Caiqi walked out of the Lantian Children's Welfare Institute, she threw the tissues that wiped her tears into the trash can. Then she carried her bag and looked at the sky outside with a triumphant smile.
Not only is her child not dead, but Chang Manjing likes it so much. If the child is willing to help her, everything Chang Manjing will belong to them.