NFBE Chapter 170 Email
Chapter 170 Email
Li Jinhe's not-so-eye-catching car was parked quietly in the parking space, but Wei Zhe'an saw it at a glance.
In front of the car window, a snow-white cat with fluffy and soft fur was lying there lazily.
It was Seventeen whom he had not seen for a long time. Wei Zhe'an felt a surge of joy in his heart and his pace quickened involuntarily.
He trotted to the front of the car, opened the door, and nimbly got into the passenger seat.
"Brother!" Wei Zhe'an couldn't wait to throw himself into Li Jinhe's warm arms.
Li Jinhe gently stretched out his arms, caught him steadily, and asked with concern: "Have you just finished training? Are you tired?"
Wei Zhe'an shook his head gently in Li Jinhe's arms like a well-behaved little lamb, but his rapid breathing betrayed him.
After adjusting for a while, he raised his head, stared at Li Jinhe with a pair of clear and bright eyes, and said in a tender voice: "I'm not tired, I just miss you so much."
Li Jinhe was amused by Wei Zhe'an's straightforward confession and smiled softly. He touched Wei Zhe'an's hair lovingly and said, "Well, I miss you too. Let's go home first. Is there anything you want to eat?"
Hearing this, Wei Zhe'an stepped back a little from Li Jinhe's arms and blinked his eyes. He didn't have to abstain from food now, so he wasn't as greedy as when he was injured, but his brother's impression of him seemed to be still the same as it was then.
He answered casually, "It's all right, as long as I eat with my brother. It's not important...um...how is your grandfather doing?"
Li Jinhe was slightly startled. He had always called Li Binglin his grandfather, but later on, after he left the family, he changed his name to "Mr. Li."
The title of "grandfather" was too unfamiliar to him. He hesitated for a moment before finally realizing that the "grandfather" Wei Zhe'an was referring to was Li Binglin.
Li Jinhe turned to look at Wei Zhe'an, and saw that those beautiful eyes were filled with worry and concern.
His heart softened, and he quickly gave a reassuring smile and comforted her: "Don't worry, he just sent me an email and didn't come to bother me."
He reached out his hand and gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on Wei Zhe'an's forehead. His fingers did not forget to knead the soft cheeks, and he said softly: "Okay, go home first. I will show you the email. Don't worry too much."
After saying that, he handed the unlocked phone to Wei Zhe'an and then started the car.
"The email is in your mailbox. You can check it, but it doesn't actually contain anything important. It's just an official document like a notification."
Li Jinhe observed Wei Zhe'an's every move through the rearview mirror. He saw Wei Zhe'an skillfully crawling from the central control console to the back seat, and curled up behind the driver's seat, his eyes fixed on the screen of his mobile phone without moving away for a moment.
Li Jinhe felt a little helpless about Wei Zhe'an's series of smooth operations, but he could do nothing about it.
After all, the fanatical fans outside the door had eyes as sharp as hawks, and they had already known Li Jinhe's car.
Therefore, almost every day Li Jinhe's whereabouts to and from get off work will be exposed on the Internet without reservation and in real time.
Nowadays, it can be said that the whole network knows that he brings his beloved cat to work every day, and he even started a trend of raising Chinchillas among his fan groups.
Li Jinhe drives carefully. He has to ensure smooth driving and control the speed not to be too fast.
The reason was that Wei Zhe'an was crouching behind the driver's seat without any precautions and had not taken any safety precautions. Li Jinhe was really worried that if the car was driving too fast, it might cause an accident.
Wei Zhe'an squatted behind the driver's seat. The space in the back seat was actually very spacious, so he had to use his shoulders to lean against the backrest of the driver's seat to maintain his body balance.
Just as Li Jinhe said, this email was like a formal official document, with rigorous and cold wording. Every word revealed a condescending tone of command, without any human touch at all.
He read the content of the email carefully, which could be roughly divided into three parts.
First of all, the words in the letter simply emphasize how much gratitude the Li family has shown to Li Jinhe. However, these words are presented in a cold and emotionless manner, as if they are just mechanically "recalling" the years Li Jinhe spent at home.
Next, the middle part mentioned the news that Li Xun is currently in poor health, but did not give much explanation for it.
Finally, the sender expressed the hope that Li Jinhe could return to the family, and wrote the infuriating words at the end: "Ganoderma lucidum grows in front of the filial son's hall."
Seeing this, Wei Zhe'an was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
What does "the grass grows in front of the filial son's hall" mean? Li Jinhe is not a medical student. If he is not feeling well, he should go to the doctor!
What can be done by calling Li Jinhe back? Do they really expect that Li Jinhe will grow the so-called "grass" to cure diseases after he returns to "fulfill his filial piety"?
This is clearly an allusion to Li Jinhe being unfilial!
Wei Zhe'an wondered, do these people really want Li Jinhe to go home, or do they simply not want him to go back?
Who on earth would send such an email? Such an ambiguous attitude was really confusing. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt that this email was simply incomprehensible, full of hypocrisy and contradictions.
"Heh." Wei Zhe'an was so angry that he sneered from between his teeth, and the rage in his heart seemed to be about to burst out.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and tried hard to suppress the urge to write back to Li Binglin immediately to scold him.
Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother, can I scold him harshly?"
When Li Jinhe heard Wei Zhe'an's words, he looked up at the rearview mirror.
Because Wei Zhe'an hid so cleverly, even the rearview mirror could not capture his figure.
Li Jinhe sighed helplessly and replied, "Don't be angry, this email is not the old man's personal email. Maybe this email was not sent by the old man at all. Even if you scold him, he may not see it."
Wei Zhe'an was puzzled when he heard this: "What do you mean? Wasn't it that annoying old man who contacted you?" He really couldn't understand, if it wasn't the old man himself, who else would send an email to his brother in that tone.
Li Jinhe was also full of questions.
This email does have the old man's usual tone of voice. The feeling of putting himself in a high position and looking down on the younger generations of the family is all too familiar.
But using work email to send private emails is very different from the old man's previous style.
When he first received the email, he did feel a little anxious; however, as time went by and he thought about it carefully, the matter seemed more and more strange.