Chapter 95

On the night of the incident, Xiang Chaojue was still reading in his room.

When the housekeeper came to him, he couldn't even believe what he heard would be true. "My wife ran after me, and I had a rear end collision with my husband. Now I'm in the hospital. The old man asked you to go to the hospital."

I don't know what kind of mood Xiang Chaojue arrived at the hospital, and what kind of expression he used to accept the news of his father's invalid death.

When Zhong Jingmo accompanied his father to the hospital, Xiang had been helped back to rest. Xiang was the only one in the empty corridor.

Father is responsible for visiting Xiang's wife, who has not yet passed the critical period in intensive care unit, while Zhong Jingmo stays with Xiang Chaojue.

Zhong Jingmo cannot withstand a single blow of his shoulder. He feels that he is now vulnerable to the attack, like a bubble, and reads to the court in the room.

When the housekeeper came to him, he couldn't even believe what he had heard was true. "My wife drove after me and had a rear end collision with my husband."

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From the beginning to the end, Xiang Chaojue didn't cry, didn't shed a single tear, and didn't even turn red.

He sat in a cold chair, shoulders down, hands down, like a corpse.

"Xiang Chaojue, if you are sad, you will cry. I will never laugh at you, really." Zhong Jingmo advised him that he was afraid that if he choked his mind, he would have problems.

But Xiang Chaojue shook his head with an empty expression. "It was destined to come to this step from the beginning, wasn't it? I have said for a long time that people's relationship is so fragile, but they still want to cheat me to make me think they are still very happy. The results are all false. "

He gave him a piece of sugar and whipped him hard. Only Xiang Chaojue knew what it was like.

"You don't want to do this, maybe there will be some misunderstanding -" Zhong Jingmo was interrupted by Xiang Chaojue's cold voice before he lost his voice. He was as cold as a sculpture.

"If there is any misunderstanding, I should have guessed that the gap between them can't be closed. I'm too naive." He sneered at Chao Jue, and the contempt and disdain in his eyes all pointed to himself.

Zhong Jingmo didn't know how to comfort Xiang Chaojue. He could only stay with him until his father came in a hurry. He was out of breath and insisted on saying, "Xiang Chaojue, you go quickly, your mother jumped off the building and killed herself!"

Words fall, Xiang Chaojue like a gust of wind in their eyes quickly disappeared, he ran to the end of the corridor, and the end of the only endless darkness.

Zhong Jingmo was so scared that his legs softened. Before he could react, he looked at his father blankly and asked him, "Dad, did she really commit suicide to my aunt?"

"Can I lie about such an important thing? Chao Jue's mother had just passed the dangerous period, when she woke up, she asked

Zhong Jingmo interrupted in a hurry, "what did you ask? How about Xiang Chaojue? "

"No, she asked Chao Jue how his father was. When she learned that he had died in a car accident, she cried bitterly. Then she tried to get me away from the nurse and jumped off the building to commit suicide."

Who can believe that the distance between Mr. Xiang's death and his wife's suicide is only one night. Xiang Chaojue lost his two close relatives in one day.

I do not know why, Zhong Jingmo tears on the spot, he felt a kind of inexplicable fear, from the sole of his feet has been running up, let him feel cold.

"Then his mother..." he looked at his father with tears in his eyes.

The father touched his head, and then sighed, "this is the eighth floor. She jumped down immediately after she was so badly injured, and she will surely die."

"Patta." Zhong Jingmo can clearly hear what is broken in his heart.

His father's guess was right. After jumping to Chaojue's mother, he died on the spot. He accidentally hit a passer-by passing by and compensated his family several million yuan for this.

At the funeral, the color of black and white covered the whole funeral. The transparent glass coffin was covered with delicate white roses and yellow chrysanthemums, which covered the tragic situation of the dead, which was difficult to decorate with makeup, making everything look less unbearable.

Wearing a black suit, Xiang Chaojue stood aside as his only son and watched the people passing flowers. He still didn't shed a tear. Zhong Jingmo wanted to comfort him, but he was held by an old lady. "Don't go there. His parents died and didn't respond. He is a cold-blooded devil."

Zhong Jingmo shook off her hand on the spot, "what do you know about this old woman?"

"What with what, I am kind to care about you, but I don't appreciate it." Regardless of the nagging behind him, Zhong Jingmo goes forward and puts his back on Chaojue's shoulder. He always turns his back to himself, so Zhong Jingmo can't see his face clearly.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm so tired."

"Tired to cry out, don't hold back, no one here will laugh at you."

He looked back at Chao Jue. His eyes were empty without any emotion. They were like an infinite abyss, frightening.

"But I don't want to cry at all. I'm very sad, but I'm really not reconciled to the thought that if I cry, I will lose to those who are waiting for me to show my weakness."

Xiang Chaojue knows that without his father, it means that Xiang's group will lose its leader, and the group will become a piece of fat that everyone covets, and everyone wants to sit on the throne.

With him, it's not that easy.

Young Zhong Jingmo didn't understand all this. He just felt that Xiang Chaojue's mood was too calm, which made him feel more terrible.

Do people born in big families have no right to cry?

He asked Chao Jue with fear, "do you hate your parents?"

"No, I was thinking that I had asked the housekeeper to bring the fruit wine to the countryside, but now I can only give it to the servant. What a pity." He said something out of tune to Chao Jue, and his eyes were swallowed by the darkness little by little.

The death of Mr. Xiang and Mrs. Xiang is not the end, but the beginning. Before the funeral was over, Xiang's group held an urgent general meeting of shareholders and asked for the election of a new president. Xiang Defeng is old, and although he owns shares, he is not strong enough.

In this way, Xiang Xirong, the second leader, is the only one who is most likely to win the throne. He often confronts Mr. Xiang, but he is not qualified to take on the important task.

But except for him, Xiang family has no one to be in power.

When the arrow was on the string, he stood up in time to Chaojue. He was still wearing his mourning clothes. His face was very pale and looked haggard, but his sharp eyes could not be underestimated.

"After my parents passed away, they transferred all their shares to me. Now I am the shareholder with the most shares. I will take up the position of president." Xiang Chaojue parachuted at the board of directors and announced directly to all shareholders.

Xiang Xirong was not happy and laughed at him. "You are a suckling little devil. You'd better go back to finish your studies. The second uncle of the company will help you manage it."

Xiang Xirong made up his mind to take over the company. He was an agent on the surface, but actually he was very smart. He was waiting to be soft with Chaojue.

However, Xiang Chaojue was born to be a tough guy. Even at the age of 15, he dared to challenge Xirong openly. "You don't have to worry about that. I have finished my junior high school and university courses. Last month, I just finished my management course. I think I am fully capable of taking this position. In addition, my grandfather, the former chairman of the board, also supports me, If you don't believe me, I'll bring the credentials, too. "

After that, he motioned with a look in his eyes. The accompanying assistant put the box on the table and opened it. It was full of excellent certificates to Chaojue, graduation certificate, and a letter written by himself to Defeng, with his signature and seal to the old man.

To Chao Jue cold face to see to Xi Rong, "these enough?"

"..." glared at Xirong fiercely, then turned around and left.

The board of directors immediately decided to promote Chaojue to the position of president.

At that time, Xiang Chaojue was only 15 years old. He has been in the company for 11 years, and he is still the president.

That's his strength.

Zhong Jingmo finished feeling thirsty, he turned to ask Gu luanqing what reaction, but do not want to see is a dull face.

Gu luanqing's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it. "I didn't know Xiang Chaojue's past was so heavy... I thought he was born with a golden spoon."

However, he didn't expect that he had resisted all kinds of malice from the world just to wrap himself in a strong coat.

"I believe a lot of people will feel this way when they see him. After all, that incident was also suppressed. The outside world just said that his parents died in an accident and did not know about his father's infidelity." Zhong Jingmo said with emotion.

Today, he came to talk to Gu luanqing about these things, just to use her compassion to keep her by Xiang Chaojue's side. Although it's selfish, he can't just sit back and ignore Xiang Chaojue's sad face.

From the age of seven, he and Xiang Chaojue's fate had been tied together.

For a long time, Gu luanqing sighed and promised him, "don't worry, I will never tell you these things. I don't want to uncover his scar or cause misunderstanding."

Did not expect Zhong Jingmo just a smile, with the courage of indifference to respond to her, "that guy is not as vulnerable as you think, otherwise he can not get married and have children, I asked you not to tell him that I said, for fear that he would be angry with me."

Xiang Chaojue is the strongest man he has ever seen.

Gu luanqing understood and patted him on the shoulder, "I know. Thank you for coming to talk to me so much today."

"You're welcome. Just invite me to dinner some other day, or have a drink." Zhong Jingmo said, still pretending to cough a few times.

Gu luanqing was amused by him, "no problem."

Two people chatting back to the hospital upstairs, who knows the positive encounter to see the deer Star Song Wen.

As soon as Song Wen saw Gu luanqing standing with Zhong Jingmo, she started her sarcastic mode. "I just want to say how I didn't see you as a dog skin plaster. It turned out that you were carrying your back to Chao Jue to hook up with a man, and you were still his good friend."

Song Wen has little contact with Zhong Jingmo, but somehow she knows him.

"You don't want to talk about it." Gu luanqing retorts with a green face.

Zhongjingmo pick eyebrows, "where the pheasant to add to their own play?"