northernbook Chapter 437 Tell me where she is? I am still your son.
Chapter 437 Tell me where she is? I am still your son.
A girl in her early twenties, living alone in faraway Northern Europe, must be at her most vulnerable stage now.
Special Assistant Liu thought to himself, if He Shaoqian really pursued Ru Ya to Northern Europe, then what if Ru Ya accepted him?
After that, what will happen to Master Yao in his family?
After all, when a woman is vulnerable, her defenses are most easily breached...
Maybe, it’s not a bad thing that the two of them have been separated for all these years.
Each of us grows and becomes stronger, and then we meet at the top.
He glanced at Mei Changjun secretly. By that time, would Mei still be able to stop him?
"How is Xiaoyuan now?"
Mei Changjun spoke out of the blue, and Special Assistant Liu was startled.
He absolutely could not let Mei Changjun see his inner thoughts. He was not a traitor and he would always be on Mei Changjun's side.
He lowered his head, hiding his guilty look, "Master Yao... hasn't been doing well lately."
Special Assistant Liu looked at Mei Changjun's expression and continued, "Young Master hasn't attended classes for a week, and he hasn't even been to his company. This incident must have been a big blow to him."
Special Assistant Liu has been working with Mei Changjun since Yao Yuan was very young. Whenever Mei Changjun returned to China, Yao Yuan he saw was always a child prodigy in people's eyes. He was high-spirited, dignified, and extremely proud.
However, he had never seen Yao Yuan like this before. The light in his eyes was completely gone, and his whole body was filled with a gray and decadent aura. He looked decadent, depressed, and gloomy...
Mei Changjun pursed her lips and was silent for a moment. She slowly said, "If a man wants to achieve great things, he must suffer some setbacks. I believe that Xiaoyuan...will be able to get over it after a while."
People couldn't help but talk, and the two were discussing Yao Yuan's condition.
Mei Changjun's personal cell phone rang.
She looked at the name on the screen and did not answer the call. Instead, she said to Assistant Liu, "You go out first."
Special Assistant Liu left respectfully and considerately closed the door of Mei Changjun's office tightly.
He guessed that the years-long battle between mother and son was about to begin.
The phone rang for a long time before Mei Changjun picked up. Her voice was normal, even with a hint of surprise, "Xiaoyuan? Why did you think of calling your mother?"
Compared to Mei Changjun's cordiality, Yao Yuan's voice was much colder. He was in no mood for small talk, so he got straight to the point, "Where is Ruya?"
Mei Changjun's eyes darkened, but her voice remained gentle, like every mother who loves her children, "Xiaoyuan, what are you talking about? Your girlfriend shouldn't be with you, how would I know where she is?"
Yao Yuan reminded: "A week ago, your private jet flew from Shanghai to the United States, and your car was seen near the apartment."
These were the only two clues Yao Yuan could find; he could not find any others.
After all, Mei Changjun's methods have always been effective.
Mei Changjun felt a little choked up in her chest. She was his mother, and he actually questioned her in such a tone.
"Xiaoyuan, you can't talk to mom in that tone." Mei Changjun explained the meticulous plan she had prepared in advance to Yao Yuan: "Xiaoyuan, you have always known that mom is setting up a branch in Shanghai. Assistant Liu also traveled between Beijing, Shanghai, and the United States. A week ago, Assistant Liu took the financial statements of the Shanghai branch to the US headquarters. This is normal. In fact, Xiaoyuan, you also have a company. You should understand that I don't even need to explain to you about financial matters."
"It's only because you are my son and I don't want you to misunderstand me, so I am patient enough to explain to you."
Yao Yuan's lips curled with sarcasm, "I don't remember you having a company in Las Vegas."
Mei Changjun curled his lips, "Xiaoyuan, have you forgotten that although there is no company there, I have a property in Las Vegas? There is a treasured calligraphy and painting by Wu Changshuo in that villa. Now this calligraphy and painting is in my office, and I am planning to give it to an important partner of mine in China."
What a thorough explanation, perfect without any loopholes.
But Mei Changjun forgot that too much is as bad as too little. She is a female CEO. If she was wronged, her first reaction should not be to explain, but to scold Yao Yuan, asking him how dare he wrongly accuse her in such a way.
After all, arrogance, domineering and arbitrary are Mei Changjun's unique business cards.
Yao Yuan did not speak. Mei Changjun said, "Xiao Yuan, no one has ever dared to speak to me like this." She emphasized again, "As my son, you must not speak to me in this tone."
"Tell me where Ruya is. I am still your son." Yao Yuan's voice was very cold, as if it had been soaked in ice for a thousand years.
If Mei Changjun could see Yao Yuan's expression, he would find that it was not just his voice that was cold.
Mei Changjun glanced at her phone in disbelief. She simply couldn't believe that Yao Yuan would say such outrageous words for that vain and greedy woman.
Her tone instantly turned several degrees colder, "Xiao Yuan, what do you mean? I told you I don't know where Ru Ya is. Are you going to abandon me as your mother just for a trumped-up charge?!"
At the end of his speech, Mei Changjun's tone gradually rose with a hint of sharpness.
She and Yao Yuan have been mother and son for 21 years, and now her son doesn't want her as his mother because of a woman he has only known for seven or eight years?
It's ridiculous and chilling!
"Where is Ruya?"
Mei Changjun's chest was not only blocked, but he even had trouble breathing. "I said, I don't know."
"Very good." After saying these two words, Yao Yuan hung up the phone.
He is now very sure that this matter is related to Mei Changjun.
America, right? Okay, he’ll go find it himself.
Mei Changjun felt a lump in her chest. She had planned everything, but she had never expected that her son would turn against her because of a cheap and vain woman.
With a loud crash, the fine Jingdezhen porcelain cup and Mei Changjun's mobile phone were all thrown to the ground.
Mei Changjun leaned back in his boss chair, closed his eyes and tried to relieve his depression.
Even if Yao Yuan arrived in Las Vegas, he would not be able to find Ru Ya, because Ru Ya was no longer among the people boarding the plane from Las Vegas.
Originally, she wanted to ask about Ruya's new identity, but now she thought it would be better for her to never know.
Not knowing means not lying.
If you don't lie, you will never have any flaws.
You want to go to the United States, right? Go ahead. But if you go there and can’t find anyone, you might as well give up.
Only when your heart is dead can you be reborn from the ashes.
I believe that sooner or later, Yao Yuan will be willing to walk on the smooth road she has paved for him.
In the future, when Yao Yuan holds a high position, he will understand her good intentions.
Thinking of this, Mei Changjun's depression gradually dissipated.
Five years of life in Northern Europe is a long time, but in Mei Changjun's eyes, five years is still too short.
It would be best if the woman who stole her son never returned to China.
Mei Changjun opened her eagle-like eyes in an instant. She pressed the internal line of the landline. In less than half a second, the call was picked up. Her voice was normal without a trace of extraneous emotion. "Find someone to clean up the office."