Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 515 - 373, Yan Jian is back (2 more 2)

"Oh?" Old Sir Tang was indeed startled.

But it was just a fleeting shock, followed by calmness. He held his teacup leisurely and said, "I’m old now. You might as well chat with Mr. Xiao Tang about these things."

Mr. Da Tang is Tang Mingxiang, so naturally, Mr. Xiao Tang is Tang Yanqing.

This was also a matter of course, but James raised his eyebrows slightly.

For some reason, he would rather talk to this kindly old man than to Tang Yanqing. That young detective, with eyes too penetrating, made him uneasy.

But since the old man said so, he had to agree. However, he put down the teacup, clearly showing some lack of interest.

Of course, this did not escape Old Sir Tang’s eyes.

The old man smiled leisurely and said, "It’s almost noon, you should stay for lunch. Our families are related by marriage, so Grandpa Tang won’t stand on ceremony. It’s just a family meal, let’s eat and chat a bit, hmm?"

Chinese people love to solve problems at the dining table, a custom James understood well, so he nodded happily, "Then I’ll trouble you."

The table set up was two semi-circular tables placed together along the walls. The purple sandalwood material had marble in the middle, put together like two crescent moons forming a full moon.

The old man chuckled, "See, this is reunion."

James also marveled in his heart. The subtleties of Chinese culture are indeed amazing; it seems everything can be imbued with deep meaning.

Since it was a family meal, both of them were informal, serving drinks and food freely and easily.

The old man looked at James with a wine cup in hand, "Looking at you, you don’t quite resemble Huangfu."

James raised his eyebrows, "It’s the first time Grandpa Tang mentioned this. Before, when outsiders saw us brothers and Huangfu, they said that although we have different mothers, we look quite similar, about seventy to eighty percent alike."

The old man shook his head, "Not alike. Especially the eyes are not alike."

James couldn’t help looking for a mirror.

The nearly identical blue eyes, he thought they were very alike.

The old man laughed and patted his arm, "It’s the temperament that’s different. He is half Chinese, while you are almost entirely from M Country. Coming from completely different cultural backgrounds creates different temperaments."

"His maternal grandfather was also a learned scholar, so his temperament leans more towards the Chinese—elegant and restrained. But your temperament is more Western, passionate and straightforward."

James smiled, "Grandpa Tang has a sharp eye. We are indeed different. Those who say we’re alike truly can’t see."

The old man just smiled, "They’re not wrong either. In terms of physical traits, you share genetic similarities, so there will be resemblances. But your temperaments are different. Child, in our Chinese language, ’physical traits’ and ’temperament’ sound similar but are two different things."

James nodded and smiled, "Given the chance, I actually want to learn Chinese culture."

The old man raised an eyebrow, "Oh? I thought you would resist Chinese culture because of the Huangfu mother and son."

James silently sighed in his heart.

Old Sir Tang, a former Chief Justice, indeed had keen eyes. He used to dislike Chinese people, but now—he had grown curious about Chinese and Eastern culture.

Thinking this way, he felt even more melancholic. His brother George physically resembled Huangfu Huazhang greatly, while he himself found his thoughts increasingly aligning with Huangfu Huazhang.

Isn’t it proving that saying: maybe the one you hate the most is who you slowly become?

He tried to smile relaxedly, "In front of you, I won’t lie. I do hate the Huangfu mother and son, but I don’t generalize. Besides, the Tang family is also Chinese, and the old grandmother who married into our Ford family is Chinese too. I have Chinese blood in my veins."

Old Sir Tang nodded, "It’s good that you’re thinking this way."

The two circled around the conversation, but it was still centered on Huangfu Huazhang. Both were actually aware that today’s meeting was mainly about Huangfu Huazhang.

James said, "I heard that during the New Year, Huangfu came to attend the party you hosted but brought inappropriate gifts."

The Old Sir Tang smiled slowly, "It can’t be considered inappropriate. That white horse is a descendant of the steed our Tang Family’s ancestor rode, it’s a gesture of goodwill."

Jamie raised an eyebrow, "But with his temperament, how can he hide it from your sharp eyes? What does he intend by gifting that white horse? You surely know best."

The Old Sir Tang chuckled, saying nothing in response.

Jamie seized the opportunity to say, "Rest assured, his opinion doesn’t represent the Ford family or Fude Group. The younger generation, along with the entire Ford family, will surely continue to support Uncle Tang."

The Old Sir Tang looked up, "Child, your Ford family is a large family, and our Tang Family is a big family too. You see, three generations of us living in this estate, so how can there be no conflicts? Don’t laugh, you might have already heard about Yan Sheng and Yan Jian, those two sisters both liking Little Sound, so you see, our Tang Family can’t appear as harmonious as it seems."

"For an old man like me, keeping the whole family united is even more difficult than being a judge. I only have one request for my children: do not be afraid of conflicts, but be open and sincere. If the time isn’t right, then wait; when the time comes, speak. Do not keep it forever in your heart, and do not let these conflicts remain unresolved."

Jamie nodded.

"Jamie, our two families are related by marriage, and I regard you as one of my own children. So, my hope for you is the same: no matter what happens between our two families, we must lay it out and make things clear. If family begins to play dirty tricks on each other, this old man won’t be easily fooled!"

The Old Sir Tang’s tone and speed of speech were still calm, but by the end, Jamie was sweating.

He quickly stood up and said, "You’re absolutely right."

The Old Sir Tang put down his chopsticks, looked up, "Child, I know your purpose today, you came to this old man for guidance: you two brothers want to take back Fude Group, correct?"

The previous stock market fluctuations, how could the Tang Family not pay attention? The trading volume of Fude Group’s stock was enormous, and Old Sir Tang was well aware.

Jamie admitted, "Exactly. But given that Huangfu Huazhang recognized kin at the Tang Family before us, I also wanted to see your stance."

Old Sir Tang shook his head, "That’s an internal affair of your Ford family, even if we’re relatives, we have no right to interfere, don’t we?"

Jamie smiled, "I understand, thank you."

At this moment, Xue Ruke hurriedly ran in from outside, excitedly reporting, "Old Sir, Fourth Miss is back!"

The Old Sir Tang suddenly looked up, "Who did you say?"

Xue Ruke smiled and replied, "Yan Jian. Yan Jian is back."

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A thunderclap seemed to go off in Jamie’s ear.

He knew that, according to the etiquette of being a guest, he should have stood up to take his leave so as not to delay the family’s private matters. However, strangely, he sat there as if his legs were filled with lead, unable to stand.

The Old Sir Tang couldn’t help but glance at him twice, but Yan Jian had already come in from outside. Her coquettish calling could be heard from afar, making it impossible to avoid. The Old Sir Tang then smiled generously, "Jamie, let me introduce you to the most cherished girl of our Tang Family."

Yan Jian left stealthily, without anyone in the family knowing. It was Tang Yanqing who felt uneasy at the airport during her departure and checked the entry-exit records, discovering that Yan Jian indeed left with Luo Xiansheng.

Knowing the situation, although the Tang Family was worried, everyone understood her feelings for Luo Xiansheng and could only let her go. But the concern lasted for many days, and now that she returned safely, the Old Sir Tang naturally was overjoyed.

Yan Jian came rushing in, wearing a camouflage suit, high-top desert combat boots, and carrying a backpack nearly as tall as she was. At the door, she spread her arms like a Little Swallow, practically flying into the Old Sir Tang’s arms.

"Grandpa, Yan Jian missed you to death!"

The Old Sir Tang hugged his granddaughter, sighing repeatedly, "You little rascal, you know how to come back! You left without a word, sneaking away on your own, do you know how worried Grandpa was?"

No matter how much he hoped his grandchildren would be brave and independent, with the youngest and most cherished girl, he couldn’t help but soften his standards. It’s inevitable to hope that this last girl has a lifetime free of storms, even if she stays under his wings for a lifetime, the Tang Family can afford it.

After her coquettish manner, Yan Jian seriously let go, put her backpack aside, and knelt on both knees before her grandfather, "It was unfilial of your granddaughter to have worried you."

The Old Sir Tang sighed, "Get up quickly, don’t let the guest laugh at you."

Turning slightly, he unexpectedly noticed someone standing in the shadows of the old house.

He didn’t see clearly his figure or expression at first, but first caught sight of his pair of blue eyes.