Chapter 669: Groundless Rumors

My Aunt arrived gracefully after I waited for half an hour.

It is said that women in love are particularly beautiful. Even a woman as strong as a rock like my Aunt would wither when love left. And when love returned, her rock-like self would become as delicate as a finger-winding softness.

Actually, love had never left my Aunt. It's just that when a woman reaches a certain age, she always likes to be suspicious. My Aunt was no exception. When my Uncle was busy with business and neglected to love her, she fearfully thought that love had left her, so she staged a farce that made our whole family anxious and angry.

After the clouds cleared and the mist dispersed, my Aunt suddenly realized that love never has eternal freshness, and only family affection will last long. And to keep love and family affection from leaving, one must be together day and night. So my Aunt put down everything and began to be together with my Uncle. The only result of their being together was that my Aunt went to the company to serve as General Manager.

Women in love are particularly beautiful, and women who have both career and love are simply as gorgeous as a fairy.

When I saw my Aunt coming gracefully, I couldn't believe my eyes. Not seen for a while, she had swept away her previous depression, and her whole person was radiant and full of style.

She sat opposite me, put down the small bag she was holding, looked at me with a smile, and said, "What made you think of treating your Aunt to dinner today?"

I smiled and said, "Because I missed you."

My Aunt curled her lips and scolded, "Stop spouting nonsense! You miss your Aunt? With beauties like clouds around you and a wife like a flower at home, would you miss an old woman like your Aunt?"

I teased her, "Because Aunt is a beauty. Beauties are for men to imagine. Aunt, don't say that; although there are indeed many beauties around me, compared to you, I always feel something is missing."

"What's missing?" my Aunt asked curiously.

Women like to be curious, especially when it relates to themselves; if they don't get to the bottom of it, they won't sleep peacefully at night.

I pondered for a moment and said, "Although they are beautiful, they don't have the kind of aura my Aunt has."

"Aura?"

"Not aura. It's temperament!" I corrected, "For example, when I see you, Aunt, I feel the world is very quiet and my heart is very peaceful."

"Really?" My Aunt looked at me coquettishly, sizing herself up, and said, "Am I really that good?"

"Of course!" I said very positively. "To tell the truth, in this world, I only love three women: my mother, you, and another one is Huang Weiwei."

My Aunt laughed. She seemed very satisfied with my statement, yet she also doubted my perfunctory nature.

"Speak, what do you have to say by treating me to dinner."

"Nothing," I shook my head and said. "Just dinner. I haven't eaten with you for a long time."

"Just that?"

"Just that."

"If I believed you, I wouldn't be your Aunt. Xiao Feng, you can fool others, but can you fool your Aunt? I'm the one who watched you grow up," my Aunt said with a smile, looking at the menu in her hand, and asked me without raising her head: "What do you want to eat? Aunt will treat you."

I shook my hands violently and said, "No, how can a senior treat a junior."

My Aunt smiled like a flower, staring at me, making me feel hairy in my heart. She said, "So you know I'm your senior!"

My heart stirred, remembering the recklessness I once had toward my Aunt, and my face couldn't help but burn.

My Aunt seemed to perceive my embarrassment. She kicked me lightly under the table and said, "What are you thinking about? Speak, what are we eating."

I was treating my Aunt to dinner in a coffee shop. The coffee shops in our Hengyue City have a feature: every one of them has clay pot rice, and their clay pot rice is made particularly authentic; not only is it fragrant, but it is also particularly appetizing.

Eating in a coffee shop has its benefits; not only is the environment good, but it is also very private.

A booth, a curtain pulled, and it becomes a very private world.

The meal was served, and I was hungry, eating it in a few gulps. My Aunt, however, seemed to have no appetite, poking and prodding with a spoon. She ate very little, and by the time I had chewed the scorched rice clean, she pushed the rice in front of me and said, "Help me eat some."

I hesitated for a moment, but still took it, eating while asking her, "Why aren't you eating?"

"I've eaten," my Aunt said with a smile. "I'm happy to see you eating so deliciously."

"Really?" I asked, "Why?"

"Because your body is better, everything will be better."

"My body is fine."

"Only if you can eat will you be better." My Aunt said, stood up, walked over to sit beside me, reached out and patted my back gently, and said lovingly, "Xiao Feng, seeing you like this today, I am truly happy."

I put down the chopsticks in my hand, wrapped my arms around my Aunt's waist, and said, "Because my Aunt is here, I must live very well."

I saw her eyes flash, seemingly moist.

She didn't stop me from wrapping my arms around her waist, but instead leaned her body over quietly.

"Aunt, let me ask you one thing."

"What thing?" My Aunt's voice was very light, like a whisper.

"Do you have a list in your hand?"

Before the words were finished, my Aunt seemed to be startled, quickly moved her body away, stood up and sat opposite me, pondered for a while, and said, "Why are you asking this?"

"Do you have it or not?" I like to act spoiled in front of my Aunt. Just as she said, no matter how old I am, in her eyes, I will always be a child who hasn't grown up.

"You suddenly ask about this, did something happen?" My Aunt asked hesitantly.

"No," I shook my head and said. "Haven't you heard some rumors in society during this time? Saying that this list has been leaked."

"Impossible!" My Aunt said firmly. "They are all rumors."

"But groundless rumors, there should be a ground, right? Otherwise, where would the wind come from?"

"God knows." My Aunt pulled the curtain and let the waiter come to clean up the bowls and chopsticks we had just finished eating.

"Aunt, just tell me, do you have it or not?"

"No."

"I don't believe it."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. Anyway, there isn't one," my Aunt stared at me and said, "Some things are not handles held in the hand; sometimes they are a knife, which can hurt others and also hurt yourself."

"I'm just asking," I laughed at myself and said, "If there isn't one, there isn't one. Aunt, don't lecture me with big principles; I'm afraid."

She laughed and said softly, "Xiao Feng, I don't want anyone to hurt you, understand?"

I nodded deeply, a warmth in my heart.

I knew that in my Aunt's heart, my status would not be lower than my Uncle's, and sometimes even higher than my Uncle's by a large margin. In my Aunt's heart, I was her hope, the only place where she could entrust her thoughts. She didn't want me to be hurt by anyone, just as I couldn't let anyone hurt her. We missed each other, not just family affection, but more of the memories of growing up together and being together day and night.

"No one will hurt me!" I comforted my Aunt, walked to the booth on my Aunt's side, and reached out to wrap my arms around her waist again.

My Aunt didn't refuse my intimate gesture; she let me hold her, breathing calmly.

Being with my Aunt, there was no lust, only infinite attachment. It was as if twenty years ago, we ate together, slept together, and played together.

When I was young, I always bullied her, always dismantling her little braids into a mess like a chicken coop. She never got angry and always let me do whatever I wanted. If my mother hit me, she would surely throw herself on my body and not let my mother touch a finger of mine.

"Is it still there?" I asked tentatively. As long as the list in my Aunt's hand hadn't been leaked, I held a knife in my hand. Although this knife might not necessarily be useful, it could give me peace of mind.

"Whether it's there or not has nothing to do with you," my Aunt sighed and said. "You don't need to worry about these things."

My heart felt a bit uneasy.

"Do you still remember Chen Meng?" I asked.

"Jiaxiao's wife?" My Aunt asked strangely. "What's wrong?"

"She has been asking about this matter," I sighed and said. "She seems to be restless unless she turns the world upside down. I don't know what she's thinking."

My Aunt smiled and said, "This Chen Meng is really hard to figure out. A good woman, not helping her husband and teaching her children, but likes to make trouble. I don't know where her energy comes from."

"She said she needs to return fairness and justice to the world."

"Is there fairness and justice in this world?" My Aunt said faintly. "The world is constantly moving forward because it lacks fairness and justice. If everything were fair, the world would surely become unrecognizable. Because everyone's standards are different; where you see unfairness, it is exactly what others think is the fairest. Where you see injustice, others might feel it is incomparably just."

"That's true," I said, loosening my hand around my Aunt's waist, and asked her, "Where is my Uncle?"

"Isn't it because of the cooperation with Old Qian. Your Uncle has gone to another province. He wants to bring back a sum of money to prepare for the operation of the new company."

"Are there difficulties?"

"There must be difficulties. But you were the one who drew the line, so no matter how great the difficulties, we will find a way to overcome them. As for the matter of Chen Meng you just mentioned, I'll invite her another day."

"Good," I said readily.

I needed my Aunt to invite Chen Meng. Because of Su Ya's matter, Chen Meng had a deep rift with me. In her mind now, I was a person who took advantage of opportunities, a person who lacked morality, and a person who had no sense of justice.

She didn't think that in today's complex social environment, if I didn't submit and compromise, even my last bit of conscience would be eroded.

The size of a person's ability is not important; what is important is to have a harmonious interpersonal network. Life is a huge spider web, and we are all creatures inside and outside the web. Are we spiders or moths? Only by being in it can one know its taste.

My Aunt going out is worth three.

I don't want Chen Meng to turn over the Qilin Villa matter again.

Lao Can is dead, and the coffin is settled.

I don't have the energy to deal with side issues; I want to concentrate on building the Industrial Park.

But the current Industrial Park has not yet seen any improvement.

My plan to reorganize the Industrial Park must absolutely not fall short because of side issues. ===== CHAPTER 670 =====