Chapter 1086 Truth on

On this day, there was an endless stream of people who came to the Xue family to express their condolences. Wen Guoquan and his wife, Fu Xianliang and his wife, Qiao Zhenliang, and Cha Jinnan... The popular figures in domestic politics appeared one after another, and Xue Lao's political influence in China can be seen.

What Zhang Yang was most worried about was Xue Weitong's body. He asked the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles and specially sent it to Xue Weitong.

Xue Weitong has been crying since last night. Now his tears have dried up. Looking at the bowl of noodles handed over by Zhang Yang, he shook his head and said, "I don't want to eat anything. I don't want to eat anything."

Zhang Yang said, "Even if you cry, you have to be full before you have the strength to cry. Xue Laoquan knows that if he sees that you don't care about his body so much, he will definitely not be happy."

Hearing Zhang Yang mention his grandfather, Xue Weitong's nose was sore, but no tears came out. Xu Jianji said, "Wei Tong, just listen to our advice and eat quickly. Now everyone is busy with Mr. Xue's afterthir. If you fall ill, don't you have to devote your energy to take care of you?"

Xue Weitong finally nodded and took the bowl of noodles.

Yuan Xinmin came in from the outside. He said in Zhang Yang's ear that it was Xiang Cheng, Secretary of the Beigang Municipal Party Committee, and the mayor's palace returned to the mountain. Xue Shilun asked Zhang Yang to receive him.

Zhang Yang came to the mourning hall and saw that Xiang Cheng and Gong Huanshan had just bowed out. Xiang Cheng's eyes turned red. Obviously, he had just cried. Although Gong Huanshan did not cry, he looked depressed. Now he has all kinds of flavors in his heart. Originally, he expected to follow Xiang Cheng to the capital and at least he Not only did he attend Mr. Xue's birthday party. By the way, even the funeral was caught up. Xue Lao's death meant that Xiang Cheng's biggest backer was gone. Even Xiang Cheng has no backer, let alone himself, a cadre who expects Xiang Cheng to act. Gong Huanshan felt that he had no future. Today, I came to express my condolences, that is, in the form of walking, if I attended the birthday party yesterday. He is still full of hope, and today he is completely desperate.

Zhang Yang is responsible for taking Xiang Cheng and others to rest. Xiang Cheng took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose. He said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Xue left too suddenly..." He was really sad. He protected Mr. Xue in the ten-year catastrophe. Mr. Xue was also very kind to him. Without Mr. Xue, he would not have come to where he is today. In his heart, he always regarded Mr. Xue as his father.

Zhang Yang said, "Mr. Xue has worked hard for so many years. He is too tired. So..." He didn't finish his words, and he was also very sad.

Xiang Cheng patted him on the shoulder and said, "You young people may have to work hard these two days."

Zhang Yang said, "Secretary Xiang, I just called Binhai and explained the matter. I may not be back until later."

Xiang Cheng said, "Stay and help at ease. I'll go back a few days later. I have to send Mr. Xue on this last journey." When he said this, his eyes were hot. Tears really gushed out.

Seeing Xiang Cheng's performance, Zhang Yang unconsciously had a good impression on him. After all, Xiang Cheng is still an affectionate and righteous person.

Gong Huanshan never said much. He was not sad, but depressed. Without Mr. Xue's support, why does he fight with Gong Qiwei? He even foresees that Xue Lao's death is a watershed, and not only he, but also Xiang Cheng's political status in Beigang will continue to decline. It is impossible for him to stay in the capital to wait for the last journey to see off Mr. Xue. First, there is no friendship, and second, there is no need for that.

Xiang Cheng said, "Ganshan, you go back in the afternoon. It's impossible that neither of us are here."

Gong Huanshan nodded.

What Zhang Yang didn't expect was that Gu Yunzhi did not come to mourn in person, but asked Yangyang to send a wreath on his behalf. This matter seemed unusual to Zhang Yang. He called Gu Yang to a secluded place and asked what had happened?

Gu Yangyang said, "My father is sick. He went to the hospital last night to hang up the water. He wanted to come in person, but I didn't let him come."

Zhang Yang said, "Is it heavy? Do you need me to help him diagnose and treat him?"

Gu Yangyang shook his head and said, "No, he specially explained that you can help here at ease. He will go there during the memorial service."

Mr. Xue's departure made his old friends feel that life is impermanent, and it also awakened many people to think about life. No one knows when they will leave. At their age, they have to think about their afterlife.

The so-called after-people are nothing more than family affairs and state affairs. Now that they have retreated from a high position, there are explanations in state affairs, and what bothers them more is family affairs.

Mr. Qiao is in such trouble at this moment. He hopes that his family can be reunited with Meimei, and that his children and grandchildren can surround him and share the joy of family, but the reality has repeatedly told him that hope can only be hope forever.

In such a rainy weather, people's mood will be somewhat affected. Xue Lao's departure made Qiao Lao have a sigh of the short life. After breaking up with Mr. Zhou, Mr. Qiao sat in the car and thought silently on his way home. There is not much time for their generation. He should take advantage of this limited Time has done something else for this family. His son's career is back on the right track, but his family has failed to usher in the spring like his career. Qiao Pengju went to the United States to start a business, and Mengyuan's estrangement between her mother's death seems to be getting deeper and deeper. How to bridge the rift between their father and The top priority.

The mobile phone rang in the car. Few people know this mobile phone number, and few people usually call except their families.

The guard connected the mobile phone. After listening to it, he looked at Mr. Qiao with some hesitation and said, "Mr. Qiao, I'm looking for you and say it's your daughter-in-law."

Mr. Qiao was slightly stunned. Is it his second daughter-in-law? In his impression, she had never called herself alone. Joe nodded and motioned the guard to give the phone to him. He whispered, "Hello?"

A gloomy female voice came from the receiver: "It's me!"

Joe said, "I'm sorry, I can't seem to hear who you are?"

"I'm Meng Chuanmei!"

Mr. Qiao frowned. The phone call was quite boring. Mr. Qiao was an atheist. Although he did not see his daughter-in-law's body with his own eyes, he believed that Meng Chuanmei was indeed dead. Joe, who was used to the wind and waves, did not show much surprise. He whispered, "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm dead. I was killed by your son. I can't close my eyes. I'm going to tell you the truth when I make this call."

Joe said, "I'm not interested in knowing." He is going to hang up the phone.

The other party screamed, "Mengyuan is not your granddaughter!"

Mr. Qiao's hand trembled, and his sharp eyes dimmed in an instant, but his tone still maintained his usual calmness: "Have you finished?"

"I have evidence. You can check today's email. There is an email from Jingshan City, which contains all the evidence you need. Mengyuan is not your granddaughter. Your son has known about this for a long time. He has been cheating you. For so many years, he has been torturing me, hurting me, and finally killing It's me."

Mr. Qiao didn't say anything and slowly closed the phone. His heart was like a lead, which was extremely heavy.

Qiao Zhenliang went home after a busy day's work. As soon as he got home, the nanny informed him to go to the study.

Qiao Zhenliang knew that his father had something to talk to him about. Xue Lao's death was also a big shock to his father. The old man needed a listener.

Qiao Zhenliang walked into the study and saw that the lights were not turned on in the study. The dusk light was extremely dim, and the room was silent, and the sound of rain hitting the glass window could be clearly heard.

Qiao Zhenliang whispered, "Dad!"

Joe hummed. He sat facing the glass window. Before his son walked into the study, he had maintained the same posture for two hours.

Qiao Zhenliang said, "Not long after you left, I went to Xue's house to express my condolences. Xue Bobo left too suddenly."

Joe whispered, "There are so many unexpected things in the world."

Qiao Zhenliang nodded and said, "Dad, don't be sad. Life, old age, illness and death are doomed things, and no one can escape."

Mr. Qiao said, "How can I not be sad!"

Qiao Zhenliang heard that his father's voice was a little strange. He came behind his father, held his father's shoulders, and whispered, "Dad, are you hungry? Let's go down to dinner. I'll have a glass of wine with you to warm up."

Qiao Lao said, "Today I received a phone call from a woman who said her name was Meng Chuanmei."

Qiao Zhenliang was stunned for a moment and immediately smiled and said, "How can it be?" A sense of indescribable panic suddenly surged in his heart.

Mr. Qiao said, "She also said that Mengyuan was not my granddaughter..."

Qiao Zhenliang's heart beat violently, and his heart beat his chest, as if he wanted to jump out of it. Qiao Zhenliang smiled extremely reluctantly: "Dad, do you believe this kind of boring phone call?"

Mr. Qiao didn't say anything and handed him a document in his hand.

Qiao Zhenliang took it over. With the faint skylight, he recognized that it was a paternity test report. Qiao Zhenliang's hand holding the report trembled.

Mr. Qiao said, "It turns out that you all know... No wonder Mengyuan will drift away from this family. No wonder Chuanmei will choose to become a monk. No wonder your previous will be so depressed..."

"Dad, don't believe these lies. These people have ulterior motives. They want you to have no peace. They want to..."

Mr. Qiao turned around, and a pair of deep eyes burst out a sharp light like a blade. The light penetrated Qiao Zhenliang's chest and looked directly at his heart. Qiao Zhenliang's eyes chose to escape under his father's eyes. He did not dare to look directly into his father's eyes.

Mr. Qiao said word by word, "You can't lie to me! You are my son. I have known that you have something hidden in your heart, but I didn't expect it to be. You can't deceive me!" Joe's last voice was almost shouting.

Qiao Zhenliang knelt down in front of his father with his knees bent. ( To be continued...)

. RT