Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

After Han Aoyu's death, Han Dongliang is the eldest, oldest and highest-ranking member of the Han family today.

He is now the old Buddha in the family, and he speaks the truth.

Jiang Zhen knew that if he wanted to get the blessings of the Han family, he had to win the approval of his grandfather Han Dongliang, so he did not dare to be disrespectful when facing Han Dongliang.

After entering the house, Jiang Zhen placed the carefully selected skin care products on the dining table. Han Yueyun took a cursory glance. The expensive ones included a bottle of rare and rare limited edition Maotai, and the cheap ones included the pure Erguotou that can be easily bought in supermarkets.

You should know that the old man’s favorite is Erguotou.

Han Yueyun stared at the Erguotou, raised his brows slightly, and glanced at Han Zhan. From this look, it turned out to be Han Zhan's idea for that boy Jiang Zhen.

Noticing his elder brother's eyes, Han Zhan looked at him silently, then reached out to pick up the tea on the table and chatted with his uncle Han Dongliang.

When Jiang Zhen came to visit, the Han family would naturally not ask him questions, as it would be rude.

At this moment, Han Dongliang was discussing with Han Zhan the construction of a family temple for the Han family. "It has been more than a year since my uncle left. I thought it was time to put the establishment of a family temple on the agenda. I know you are busy with work. I won’t bother you to arrange this matter.”

"It just so happens that I am retired now, and I have no problem staying at home all day long. When you are free, ask a Feng Shui master to go back to the countryside with us, find a piece of land, and choose the address of this ancestral hall. When the time comes, please Let me design it, and I will be responsible for supervising the construction. When the ancestral hall is completed, you can go back and worship together, big and small, and invite the ancestors into the ancestral hall."

Although we understand that death is like a lamp going out, nothing will be left behind after death, but the deceased person has passed away, but the descendants are still alive. In the hearts of future generations, relatives will live forever, and it is also a meritorious deed to build a family temple to commemorate the souls of the deceased.

The matter of building a family ancestral hall had been decided a long time ago, but the preparations had never been made.

Now that Han Dongliang took the initiative to bring it up, Han Zhan thought about it seriously and then said: "Let's do this. When we come back from Italy, I will ask someone to go to Kunlun to invite the head of the Xu family. This head of the Xu family was here ten years ago. The old Mr. President has chosen the cemetery, and he is always the right choice.”

"When the time comes, uncle and I will go back to our hometown with me to have a look."

Hearing that Han Zhan said that he planned to invite people from the Xu family to come over to see the Feng Shui, Han Dongliang was naturally happy. "I think it will work. The Xu family has been doing this for generations. Several major events in our country were planned by their family at auspicious times. It would be good to invite the Xu family."

As Han Dongliang was talking, he noticed that Jiang Zhen was sitting stiffly aside like a wooden man. After thinking for a while, he said: "They are cooking in the kitchen and there is a lot of noise. Zhan Zhan, please accompany me to the study to play chess. My uncle and nephew haven't played chess for a long time. You have been busy making money these years, so I have to see if your chess skills have deteriorated."

"good."

Han Dongliang sat up on the solid wood Taishi chair. Before leaving, he glanced at Jiang Zhen lightly and said, "Jiang family boy, can you make tea?"

Jiang Zhen:?

"I will." Jiang Zhen said hurriedly.

Han Dongliang hummed and said to Han Yueyun: "Take the Jiang family boy to the tea room and ask him to make us a cup of tea."

Han Yueyun, who was reading, put down his book when he heard this, nodded and said, "Okay." After Han Dongliang and Han Zhan entered the study, Han Yueyun stood up and called Jiang Zhen away, "Come with me."

Jiang Zhen quickly followed his prospective father-in-law to the waiter.

The teahouse is divided into an inner room and an outer room, separated by a four-page Chinese screen.

The inner room is a tea-making room. Behind the tea table is a shelf built against the wall. There are many expensive tea leaves on it, as well as sets of tea cups and tea-making tools.

Han Dongliang is obviously someone who often makes tea, and the tea-making tools of the Kung Fu Tea set were polished until they shined.

Han Yueyun stood in front of the row of shelves and pondered for a moment before reaching out and taking out a can of Tieguanyin in a red iron can.

He looked back at Jiang Zhen and asked, "Tie Guanyin, can you?"

Jiang Zhen nodded quickly: "Yes!"

"Then let's do this."

Han Yueyun handed the jar of tea leaves to Zhen. Jiang Zhen leaned over slightly and caught the tea leaves with both hands. After Han Yueyun handed him the tea leaves, he left, leaving the venue to Jiang Zhen for free.

Jiang Zhen stared at the Kung Fu tea set under him, then at the tea can in his hand, and suddenly showed an expression of being struck by lightning.

Kung Fu tea.

It is really difficult to ask Jiang Zhen, a man who can blow ten Kung Fu tea cups with one fist, to make Kung Fu tea. But it doesn’t matter, Jiang Zhen has a mobile phone and can use Baidu.

He looked through the partition screen and noticed that Han Dongliang and Han Zhan had already started the chess game and were about to settle down to play.

Jiang Zhen sat down cross-legged on the futon, then took out his mobile phone, silently turned off the volume of the mobile phone, opened a certain software, and searched for videos of Kung Fu Tea and Tie Guanyin.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t know it, he can learn!

Jiang Zhen put his mobile phone on the wooden barrel containing the tea-making tools. He first boiled a pot of water, and then scooped out a bunch of tea leaves in a fancy way like the woman wearing a cheongsam in the video.

Making tea is a patient job, there is no rush, and it will take a few minutes to wait for the water to boil.

Jiang Zhen first watched the video from beginning to end with concentration, waited for the water to boil, then rinsed the cup with water, and then poured the tea leaves into the small teapot. He held the kettle high and poured boiling water into the small teapot.

Seeing the Tieguanyin in the teapot spreading its branches and leaves, Jiang Zhen seemed to have seen his old Jiang family blossoming after successfully marrying Han Wangwang.

Jiang Zhen made six cups of Kung Fu tea as described in the video. Jiang Zhen first sniffed secretly and felt that the tea was fragrant. He suddenly felt that he was a master of making tea.

He carried two cups of tea on a tray, carefully came to the outer room, and placed the teacups next to Han Dongliang and Han Zhan.

"Grandpa, Mr. Han, try the Tieguanyin I brewed."

Han Dongliang stared at Jiang Zhen for a moment, and then stared at the cup of tea. It looks like tea that Tieguanyin can brew, but I don't know how it tastes.

Seeing that his grandfather refused to even stretch out his hand, Jiang Zhen became nervous again. Could it be that the tea he brewed was so bad that the old man couldn't even take a sip?

Jiang Zhen felt uneasy.

Han Dongliang finally stretched out his hands lazily and picked up the cup of tea. He took a sip and found it tasteless, almost as bland as water.

This looks like a newbie.

"Well, it's OK." Han Dongliang said.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhen suddenly smiled and said, "Then I'll give Uncle Han and Auntie Han a cup of tea to try."

Jiang Zhente was excited, like a child who had been praised. He went back to the tea room to get four cups of tea, and then went to the front room.

In the front room, Han Wangwang was helping his mother cook in the kitchen, while Song Ci was chatting with Han Wangwang's grandma.

Hearing the footsteps, Grandma Han raised her head and looked towards the exit of the tea room. As soon as she looked up, she saw a young man with handsome features through her reading glasses, and she immediately pursed her lips and smiled with joy.

"Hey, this is Xiao Jiang!"

Jiang Zhen heard the sound and realized that it was Han Wangwang's grandma who had returned.

He turned around and hurriedly walked towards the sofa.

Walking up to Song Ci and the Han family's grandma, Jiang Zhen shouted obediently: "Hello grandma, I am Jiang Zhen."

Grandma Han's grandmother looked at Jiang Zhen with satisfaction, secretly patted Song Ci's arm, leaned into Song Ci's ear and said, "He's a handsome boy, he's in good spirits."

Song Ci held back her laughter and nodded, saying, "Wangwang has good eyesight. How can the person she is looking for not be good-looking?"

Grandma Han's family has become a bit like a child when she is old. She said: "Hey, our family Wangwang is just like me when I was young. I like good-looking people. When I was young, I don't know how many people chased me. Your uncle is just good-looking, with red lips and white teeth when he smiles, and crooked eyes, otherwise I wouldn’t look down on that bad old man of his.”

Song Ci silently ate a belly of dog food and said hurriedly: "Yes, my aunt is beautiful and my uncle is good-looking, so the eldest brother is also handsome!"

"Only you can talk!"

Grandma Han chatted with Song Ci for a while, then waved to Jiang Zhen and said, "Come on, come on, pass me the tea and take a sip."

"Okay."

Jiang Zhen handed the tea to Grandma Han with both hands. Grandma Han took the tea and took a sip with satisfaction. Regardless of whether it tasted good or not, she sighed with satisfaction: "The tea smells good! Oh, it's all here in a blink of an eye." It’s time to drink tea from my grandson-in-law.”

After Grandma Han finished speaking, she put down her cup and naturally took out a red envelope and an old-fashioned pocket watch from the handmade Suzhou embroidery clutch bag beside her.

"Come on, good boy, let's go on. This red envelope is for you to call me grandma. This pocket watch was taken by your grandfather to the battlefield and shed blood and tears with him. This thing seems to be broken, so just keep it. Come on, think about it."

Jiang Zhen was surprised.

He stared blankly at the pocket watch, knowing in his heart that the old man recognized him and wanted to give him a meeting gift.

Jiang Zhen hurriedly knelt down and took the red envelope and pocket watch, and whispered: "Thank you, grandma."

Seeing that Jiang Zhen seemed to be moved to tears, Song Ci quickly said to smooth things over: "Give me a cup of the tea you made."

"good."

Jiang Zhen handed the tea to Song Ci, and then went to the kitchen with the remaining two cups.

Han Wangwang took a sip of Kung Fu tea, frowned and said, "It's tasteless and doesn't taste good. Didn't my grandpa say that the tea you brewed doesn't taste good?"

Jiang Zhen said subconsciously: "Grandpa said it's okay."

Han Wangwang suddenly felt that there was something interesting about today's matter. If grandpa really hated Jiang Zhen, he should tell the truth. Jiang Zhen took a sip from the tea cup in Han Wangwang's hand, frowned and said, "It doesn't taste very good."

Han Wangwang suddenly rolled his eyes at him angrily, "What are you doing? My mother is watching!"

When Jiang Zhen turned around, he saw Lin Jiao'e staring at the water glass in Han Wangwang's hand with a complicated expression. Only then did Jiang Zhen realize that he had just shared a cup with Han Wangwang right under his mother-in-law's nose.

Jiang Zhen and Han Wangwang blushed at the same time.

Lin Jiao'e stared at Jiang Zhen's reddish ears, and a passage that she didn't know where she had seen suddenly flashed through her mind -

A boy who blushes easily cannot be that bad, because he has a heart that knows shame.

Lin Jiao'e was filled with emotion. She handed the teacup to Jiang Zhen and said, "Your grandma is old and mentally disturbed. She speaks a little confusingly. Don't mind."

Jiang Zhen knew that Han's grandma had fallen down a few years ago and had blood clots in her brain. She had undergone surgery, but the effect was not satisfactory.

Now that everyone in the Han family has not yet agreed to the matter between him and Han Wangwang, Grandma Han is giving red envelopes and tokens to change her lips. She is obviously confused.

Jiang Zhen shook his head and said, "Grandma is very good, uncles, aunts, and grandpa are also very good." Compared with the disgusting Jiang family, the Han family are all living gods.

"Okay, my grandpa is probably going to have trouble with you. You should deal with it wisely and don't mess it up." Han Wangwang still has to help his mother cook, and he can't stay with Jiang Zhen all the time.

Jiang Zhen is an adult, and when it comes time to talk about marriage, he has to face the storm on his own.

Jiang Zhen carried four empty cups on a tray back to the tea room, where he sat and studied the mystery of Kung Fu tea.

Sitting there was boring. Jiang Zhen saw a dirty little rooster on the tea table and thought that the old man would be lazy sometimes and would not wash the rooster even when it was so dirty.

Jiang Zhen wanted to show his diligent side, so he picked up the gadget and scrubbed it vigorously with a small brush.

It took Jiang Zhen more than ten minutes to finally wash out the dirty little rooster's true color, revealing its brand new purple sand color.

As soon as Jiang Zhen put down the little rooster, Han Yueyun walked in, stood on the side of the screen, and said to him: "Xiao Jiang, it's time for lunch."

"Okay, come on."

Jiang Zhen was about to stand up when he suddenly heard Han Yueyun say: "That."

"Huh?" Jiang Zhen stopped, unable to get up.

He saw Han Yueyun staring at something on the tea table with a strange expression. He suspected that he had broken something, so he quickly lowered his head to take a look.

Seeing that everything on the table was still intact and not damaged, Jiang Zhen couldn't help but feel a little confused. "What's wrong, Uncle Han?"

Han Yueyun looked at the little cock that was as clean as new, and then at Jiang Zhen, who looked innocent and cautious, and suddenly couldn't bear to tell the truth.

He pointed to the little rooster on the table and told Jiang Zhen: "This rooster is my father's favorite tea pet. It was a gift from my mother to him on his sixtieth birthday."

That's quite a few years old.

Jiang Zhen didn't know what tea pets were, nor did tea artists have the habit of raising tea pets. Naturally, he didn't understand that tea pets were irrigated with tea. The more tea they drank, the darker the color.

Therefore, the older the tea pet looks, the more beloved it is by its owner.

When Jiang Zhen heard what Han Yueyun said, he said stupidly: "It turned out to be a 60th birthday gift from grandma to grandpa. I thought it looked a little dirty and old. It turned out to be so many years ago."

Han Yueyun: "."

"Um."

"Let's eat."

Jiang Zhen went out to eat with Han Yueyun.

The atmosphere at the lunch table was quite harmonious. The Han family did not ask too much about Jiang Zhen's family situation, but only asked about his age and job.

The real highlight is at night.

So throughout the afternoon, Jiang Zhen felt uneasy about the coming night.

In summer, when the days are long and the nights are short, everyone has the habit of taking a short siesta. Jiang Zhen's room was arranged next to Han Wangwang's.

He didn't sleep well last night and fell asleep not long after lying down.

When he woke up, Jiang Zhen went to the next room and saw that Han Wangwang was not in the room. He then sent Han Wangwang a WeChat message and went downstairs.

As soon as the WeChat message was sent, he saw Han Wangwang walking up from downstairs with a strange expression.

"Are you here to wake me up?" Jiang Zhen woke up at four o'clock in the afternoon. He thought Han Wangwang came upstairs to wake him up.

Han Wangwang took his hand and returned to Jiang Zhen's room with a strange expression.

After closing the door, Han Wangwang pressed Jiang Zhen against the door panel and said to him seriously: "Jiang Zhen, you are in trouble."

Jiang Zhen showed a confused expression.

"Did I oversleep and be rejected by your family for being ignorant?" Apart from that, Jiang Zhen really couldn't figure out what he had done wrong.

Han Wangwang held Jiang Zhen's cheeks with both hands and told him, "Did you brush my grandpa's tea pet clean today?"

Jiang Zhen nodded, "Well, I saw that the little cock was really dirty, so I wiped it." Jiang Zhen is a bit of a mysophobia, and he can't see dirty things.

Han Wangwang slapped his forehead and sighed: "You've made a big mistake! That tea pet was made with good tea by my grandfather. It took him five or six years to raise it to become as beautiful as it is now. It would be a good idea for you to come to our house. Just wipe out his little heart."

This is really a return to before liberation.

After listening to Han Wangwang's words, Jiang Zhen thought about what Han Yueyun said to him before the meal, and then realized that he had really made a mistake.

He quickly took out his mobile phone to search for tea pets. After understanding what tea pets were, Jiang Zhen realized what a stupid and ridiculous thing he had done.

His expression suddenly became pitiful, "Wangwang, what should I do? Is your grandpa angry?"

Han Wangwang rolled his eyes at him and said, "What do you think?"

This mistake was made, and Jiang Zhen could not find a way to remedy it.

When he and Han Wangwang went downstairs, the old man was holding his little cock, sitting on the Taishi chair and playing with it. When he saw him coming down, he immediately gave him a look that showed that success was not enough but failure was more than failure.

Jiang Zhen walked over bravely and sat down next to the old man. He sat honestly and admitted his mistake with a good attitude, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I caused trouble for you."

Han Dongliang wanted to ridicule him, but when he saw him acting like a good boy, he suddenly became angry. "snort!"

It is impossible to forgive, not even in this life.

Jiang Zhen rolled his eyes slightly, thinking that the old man was soft-hearted, so he decided to pretend to be pitiful.

He rubbed his hands on the fabric of his thigh pants and whispered: "They said that my mother used to be a talented tea artist. She learned tea art from a Taoist priest when she was twelve years old. At that time, she often went to There’s a teahouse performance.”

Hearing this, Han Dongliang gave Jiang Zhen an indescribable look and said, "You have inherited your mother's good looks. Why haven't you inherited her good craftsmanship?"

Jiang Zhen said in a dull voice: "Isn't it because I was kidnapped and separated since I was a child, and I didn't grow up with my mother? If I grew up with my mother, not to mention being proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but this I should still know how to cultivate one’s character through tea.”

After hearing this, Han Dongliang immediately thought of the pitiful life experiences of the Jiang Zhen brothers and sisters.

This child was also pitiful. His biological father found someone to kidnap him and sold him abroad. He made a miserable life. He finally found his home, but his mother jumped to her death long ago.

If he had grown up by his mother's side since he was a child, he would naturally be more outstanding than he is now.

As a child who has lived a homeless life since childhood, how can you selfishly ask others to understand this way of maintaining health? To maintain your health, you must first live before you can maintain your health!

Han Dongliang turned his head and glanced at Jiang Zhen. He saw that the child's head was almost lowered to his chest. He had obviously realized that he had made a mistake, and Han Dongliang could no longer blame him.

The tip of his nose twitched before he said: "Everything has its pros and cons. Since you have lived outside since you were a child, you have not inherited your mother's versatility. Naturally, you will not inherit your father's shortcomings."

Jiang Zhen suddenly raised his head and stared at the old man. When he saw the deep smile on the old man's lips, Jiang Zhen's heart moved slightly and his eyes turned red.

He turned his head and said in a muffled voice: "I'm going to help Wangwang wash the crayfish."

Seeing Jiang Zhen running away in embarrassment, Han Dongliang sighed.

He is also a poor child.

Having a father like that was already very pitiful, and he couldn't bear to continue targeting Jiang Zhen.

Han Wangwang saw Jiang Zhen walking out with red eyes, and was a little surprised for a moment, "What's wrong? Did my grandfather hit you?" Han Wangwang stood up, took off his rubber gloves, and said, "I'll go talk. Why did he hit someone?"

"No!" Jiang Zhen grabbed Han Wangwang, looked down at the lobsters crawling in the bucket, and said with a smile: "You have a very kind family."

Only then did Han Wangwang figure out the reason behind Jiang Zhen's jealousy. "What did he say? To move you like this?"

Jiang Zhen pressed Han Wangwang into his arms, rubbed her long hair vigorously, and swore: "It's nothing, I just feel that it has taken me several lifetimes to marry a good girl who grew up in such a happy family." blessing."

"Wash the shrimps, don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Zhen squatted down and brushed the shrimps while saying, "You were gentle to me before, why are you so ruthless now?"

Han Wangwang said: "Beautiful women are always gentle towards beautiful women. You are a man, why should I be so gentle to you?"

Jiang Zhen instantly had the urge to become a woman again.

The dinner was still very sumptuous, but Jiang Zhen was thinking about the pot of shrimps and didn't eat much. After dinner, Lin Jiao'e started making crayfish.

When the crayfish are ready, they are placed directly in two large iron basins and placed on the wooden table in the yard.

Everyone gathered around the wooden table, chatting and eating crayfish.

Lin Jiao'e's crayfish was learned from Grandma Han Zhan. It tasted particularly delicious and everyone liked it. Even Song Ci, a pregnant woman, couldn't help but eat two bowls.

While eating crayfish, Han Yueyun brought two bottles of beer.

The late summer night was still very hot. Han Yueyun had already taken off his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and sat there eating lobster. He didn't look like he had the official dignity at all.

Jiang Zhen drank with Han Yueyun. As he drank, he felt dizzy. After eating the crayfish, Jiang Zhen saw Han Yueyun getting up and washing his hands.

He knew that the real drama was coming.

After a while, Han Yueyun returned to the yard while wiping his hands. He stood behind Han Wangwang and said to Jiang Zhen, who was sitting opposite, "Xiao Jiang, come with me to the study."

Jiang Zhen stood up top-heavy, and followed Han Yueyun into the study under Han Wangwang's worried gaze.

After entering the study room, Jiang Zhen did not dare to look around for fear of seeing political documents that he should not see.

He sat down on the chair honestly.

Jiang Zhen, who was somewhat drunk, had a particularly dark, direct and sharp look in his eyes when he looked at people. Han Yueyun, an old fox in the officialdom, couldn't help but feel the hair on his back when he looked at him like this.

He knew that this was the true face of this young man that he had hidden. What he showed during the day was all a kind appearance he deliberately presented.

Han Yueyun frowned slightly and shouted, "Jiang Zhen."

Jiang Zhen nodded and shouted: "Uncle Han."

"How do you feel, drunk?"

Jiang Zhen thought to himself: He shouldn't be drunk.

But he said: "A little bit."

Jiang Zhen:?

How is this going?

Why do you not listen to your heart at all when you speak?

Han Yueyun nodded and asked, "What do you think of our family?"

Jiang Zhen thought to himself: Everything is fine.

But he said: "Although grandma is confused, she is very kind and enthusiastic. Although grandpa is strict, he is kind in his strictness. He is a respectable old man. Auntie can't tell it for the time being, but she doesn't feel bad. Uncle Han."

What are you talking about?

Jiang Zhen was so anxious that he wanted to cover his mouth with his hands, but he couldn't do that. His mouth seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and he said honestly: "Uncle Han is an old fox who can't see through."

After saying that, Jiang Zhen was desperate and his eyes were wide open. He shook his head and wanted to defend, but what came out of his mouth was: "Uncle Han is not easy to deal with!"

Jiang Zhen:!

what happened!

Are you mentally retarded?

Han Yueyun listened calmly to Jiang Zhen's answer to his question, and seeing the doubts in Jiang Zhen's heart, Han Yueyun said frankly: "You are a very difficult person to figure out. I think I can't see through it just based on my ability to see people. . But my daughter loves you, and I don’t want to cut off the marriage between you and make her hate me. But I don’t trust my daughter to be handed over to someone who doesn’t know the depth of her true story, so I”

Han Yueyun pushed the elegant frame on the bridge of his nose and said with a smile: "I added veritaserum to your water." Seeing Jiang Zhen frowning, obviously angry, Han Yueyun said again: "This It’s the most powerful truth serum in the world right now, and you can’t resist the effects of truth serum.”

Jiang Zhen had noticed the clues just now, so he was really angry when he heard Han Yueyun's confession.

Even if you don't trust him, you won't use such a thing!

Faced with Jiang Zhen's dissatisfaction, Han Yueyun remained calm.

He said: "I know that doing this will offend people, and maybe you will hold grudges against me in the future. But there is no way, I am just a daughter, and a marriage in my daughter's family is a major matter. As a father, I dare not be careless. Jiang Zhen, your mother is a warning to you. You are Jiang Weimin’s child, and I really don’t trust you to entrust my daughter to you.”

"Whether you understand or not, I have to do this."

Is Jiang Zhen angry?

He was angry at first, but after hearing Han Yueyun's explanation, he felt relieved.

For a father to be able to do this for his daughter, it can be described as a mountain of paternal love.

No true love in this world should be looked down upon.

He has no right to be angry.