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Chapter 103

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    afternoon.

    After lunch, a dazzlingly white Rolls-Royce drove into a courtyard gate not far from Xu's old house, and then stopped in front of a western-style building built on the hillside.

    This western-style building, the Xu family's old house, and the villa left by his mother belong to the same buildings of the last century.  But after more than ten years of renovation and expansion, it has now been completely transformed into a luxurious palace with a very modern and stylish sense.

    It should be said that Xu Xuanzhe spent most of his childhood here.  Since his mother's death, he has almost never stepped into the gate of this courtyard again.

    So, he hesitated in the car for a moment, looking at the corrugated glass curtain wall and the luxurious domed skylight, with a bit of disgust and resistance, he pushed the door and got out of the car.

    "Heythe sun really came out from the west. Are you a guest from heaven?" A sharp, sarcastic, and slightly exaggerated female voice came from the direction of the garage.

    Xu Xuanzhe knew who the other party was without even turning his head!

    He didn't bother to face his stepmother's philistine face, so he stepped straight up the steps paved with bluestone.

    The servant who was guarding the door and opened the door for him was a little taken aback when he saw his strange face and extraordinary bearing.

    "Why are you still here!" The stepmother was followed by two servants carrying large and small bags. Obviously, she had just returned from a big purchase.

    She stood at the porch, pointed at the servants standing aside, and shouted domineeringly, "The one who should serve the tea should serve the tea, and the one who should pour the water, this is the return of the eldest young master of your Xu family."  gone."

    Those dumb-headed servants suddenly became busy as if they had just woken up from a dream.

    After the stepmother finished speaking, she smiled at Xu Xuanzhe Yang Fengyin, "Oh, you can't blame them for not recognizing you. It's been four years since Pei En cut his pulse in the bathtub last time, your young master  Haven't even set foot in this house before!"

    Xu Xuanzhe gave her a disgusted look and ignored her.

    ?He blocked a servant, and learned from the other party that his father was on the rooftop at this time.

    After that, he turned a deaf ear to his stepmother's spitting behind him, raised his feet, and climbed directly to the roof of the building along the blue handrails designed as staves and musical notes.

    But¡­¡­

    When he came to the third floor, he happened to see an elderly servant taking out some bedding from a room on the left hand side for washing.

    Xu Xuanzhe couldn't help standing down, walked over, and glanced at the room with the door half-closed.

    Here, many years ago, it used to be his bedroom.

    But now

    Xu Xuanzhe pushed gently with his hand, and the door opened.

    The huge room was tightly covered by drawn curtains.

    Tall and short lockers stand against the wall in a well-proportioned arrangement, and various fabric items are sorted and stored in an orderly manner.

    Here, it seems to have become a storage room.

    Even though the carpet that was laid from the ceiling to the floor in the room did not reveal any traces of his living in those years, it still seemed to be suffocating and depressing in the atmosphere of chaos.

    Xu Xuanzhe sighed, closed his eyes, and tried his best to expel some pictures and sounds wandering in his memory from his mind.

    However

    A childish sob and sob, mixed with a woman's arrogant scolding, but the words are still in my ears, which is still fresh in my memory.

    When he suddenly opened his eyes, he seemed to see a black-haired, slightly thin boy standing obediently in front of the desk near the balcony.

    That¡­¡­

    It was him who was only eight years old.

    Outside the window, it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, with heavy snow.

    Indoors, although the heater was turned on, he just crawled out of bed, wearing only shorts and undershirt, and still couldn't help shivering several times.

    At this moment, while shrugging his shoulders, he was holding back tears and sobbing.

    Standing in front of him was a tall, beautiful and generous woman. In his opinion at the time, she was even more noble and arrogant than the Queen of England.

    He didn't understand who this woman was who broke into his home a week ago and why she suddenly replaced his mother and became the one who woke him up from bed every day and sent him to school.

    He only knew that because of this woman, the mornings he was used to waking up from sweet dreams turned into nightmares that he couldn't escape no matter what.

    "Where's my mother?" This is a sentence he almost always asks when confronting each other every morning.

    "She is shamelessSuddenly, it fell on the carpet, and the remaining milk was spilled all over the floor.

    But before she could react, the boy suddenly hugged her and spit out a mouthful of milk on her body.

    "Stinky boy, get the hell out of here!" She looked at her new Burberry women's dress, and immediately pushed it away from embarrassment.

    Unprepared, the boy fell backwards, his buttocks sitting on the glass.

    Click!

    The sound of glass shattering, and his involuntary scream.

    The blood, mixed in the snow-white milk, looks particularly dazzling

    That was the first time he was injured since he was a child.

    The shattered glass slag was simply a fatal injury to him who was pampered.

    He will always remember the look on his stepmother's face when she saw him injured, that is, she didn't help him up in panic, let alone shouted for help, but hurriedly called an ambulance.

    What she loves most is only the new luxury women's clothing she bought.

    If it hadn't been for being worried all the time and deliberately waiting outside the door, the young Wang Ma found out that it was hard for Xu Xuanzhe to imagine whether he, who had his main artery cut, would still be lucky enough to live to this day.

    At that time, he lay in the hospital for nearly two months before returning home, but the woman, facing his accusation in front of his grandparents, was tearful and pitifully declared that he accidentally slipped and fell.

    In any case, that was just the tip of the iceberg of his many childhood nightmares.

    So, he has nothing but hatred for this woman who occupied the magpie's nest before her mother died or her parents formally divorced!

    Xu Xuanzhe took a deep breath, turned around and walked out of the room, followed the stairs to the rooftop.

    To his surprise, walking around the hemispherical dome, he saw that his father was not the only one sitting under the lush pergola.

    Why is the old man here?  Xu Xuanzhe saw that the white-haired and bearded old man was leaning on the rattan chair with a serious expression, and locked his father's gaze with a kind of shameful anger: "Zhenghong, tell me the truth, Xuanzhe and Shuyuan  The thing is, you deliberately stabbed it to the media!"

    When Xu Xuanzhe heard this, he frowned immediately, and stood down behind the shadow of the dome: It seems that the old man wants to be with him.

    "Dad, why did you insist that it was me without evidence?" Father Xu spread his hands with an innocent look on his face, "It could also be the second child. Peiye and his son, I don't know how much they have been with Mr. Yang recently.  It's close!"

    "Don't make excuses for me!" The old man scolded, "My own son, don't I understand? The second child doesn't have the guts to challenge me openly. Only you, never listen to me, always  Overtly and secretly defy me."

    "Actually, I did it for the good of Xuan Zhe!" Xu's father turned his head and said unconvinced.

    "For his own good?" The old man sneered, and pointed out sharply, "You know that Xuanzhe won't marry Shuyuan, but you deliberately want him to be a tiger, so let's turn against the Yang family by the way!"

    Xu's father didn't say a word, which was his acquiescence.

    "Zhenghong, Xuanzhe is your son!" The old man patted the table, blew his beard and stared at him and said, "Why didn't you look forward to him since you were a child?"

    "If you want me to say, he shouldn't have been born in the first place!" Father Xu muttered unhappily.

    "What did you say?" the old man shouted in disbelief.

    Xu Xuanzhe and the grandfather sitting at the table, regardless of mood and expression, are exactly the same astonished and angry.

    "When Peizhi was first pregnant with him, I said I would kill him. It was you two elders who insisted that he was the eldest grandson of the Xu family, that you coveted the property of the Xun family, and that only by letting me marry her can I help the funds.  The broken Jingshi is out of the predicament of possible bankruptcy." Xu's father chattered endlessly, and there was a lot of dissatisfaction between the brows that looked like his son.

    "Youyou bastard" Hearing this, the old man raised his crutches furiously, wanting to hit him, "Why don't you say that when you first saw Peizhi, you were astonished.  It¡¯s because you yourself were born to be a playful person who loves the new and dislikes the old"

    The old man held up his cane and waved it around for a long time, but it didn't fall on his son in the end.

    But Xu Xuanzhe's heart seemed to be gouged out fiercely by some sharp weapon.

    For more than thirty years, he has lived for more than thirty years, and it is the first time he knows that he is not the crystallization of his parents' love at all.

    He is just a product of a commercial marriage, a seed that was hated by his biological father while still in his mother's womb.

    After his mother passed away, his grandparents raised and cared for him not because of their preference for him, but because of his mother's family property, which once saved the decadent Jingshi.

    "Alas!" The old man put down his crutches and sighed heartbroken, "Even if you don't like Xuan Zhe, he is still your biological son. He has the same blood as yours and a face similar to yours. How can you  You're plotting against him like this behind your back. Don't you really want to watch him marry a dead man and go home?"

    "Hey, Dad, how can you say that!" The stepmother's delicate voice sounded from the other end of the rooftop.

    The young Pei Wei followed her step by step and walked out of the elevator together.  The stepmother carried the tray in her hand, and on the tray were two particularly eye-catching blue and white tureen bowls.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)The world.

    "Alas!" The old man put down his crutches and sighed heartbroken, "Even if you don't like Xuan Zhe, he is still your biological son. He has the same blood as yours and a face similar to yours. How can you  You're plotting against him like this behind your back. Don't you really want to watch him marry a dead man and go home?"

    "Hey, Dad, how can you say that!" The stepmother's delicate voice sounded from the other end of the rooftop.

    The young Pei Wei followed her step by step and walked out of the elevator together.  The stepmother carried the tray in her hand, and on the tray were two particularly eye-catching blue and white tureen bowls.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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