I'm a chaebol in South Korea

Chapter 340 New York Night Scene
In the 70s, Patty was kidnapped by one of the most violent protest groups at the time and joined in a bank robbery.

This incident was a worldwide sensation at the time. The heiress of the Hearst Empire actually became a member of a violent organization and actively participated in the closing of the bank case.

That classic photo of him holding a semi-automatic weapon, wearing a battle suit and a beret in front of the organization's logo, still makes it hard to believe its authenticity to this day.

When she was not arrested by the California police, the Hearst family had already planned how to clean her up.

In fact, whitewashing Patty is not the point.

The key to avoiding dishonoring the Hearst family is being marked with shame.

A series of excuses such as Stockholm syndrome, religious brainwashing, psychological suggestion, etc. were used in her trial defense.

The Hearst family even used their huge connections to make two successive presidents commute her sentence.

In the end, Flying Shoes issued a pardon order, completely whitewashing Patty. '

In the legal sense, she is already a 'clean' free person, but in the Hearst family, Patty has become the representative of shame.

Why, after being kidnapped and paying the ransom, did he still join a violent organization and participate in the closing of the bank case.

So far, there are still many problems that are difficult to explain.

But her actions cast a veil of mystery and legend on the Hearst family.

Unfortunately, this legendary veil is not a positive image.

There is madness in Hearst's blood.

Since then, Hearst's Crazy Blood has become a topic of conversation and consensus among the upper class in Europe and America.

'Never mess with a Hearst woman, especially Patty's daughter. '

Contemporary heirs of European and American high society will receive similar advice.

Especially those ancient families who pay attention to the theory of bloodlines regard the Hearst family as a flood beast.

It seemed that once infected with the crazy gene of the Hearst family, his family would become a crazy monster like 'Patty'.

So, as Patty's daughter, Lydia didn't fare very well at home.

That's why she left early and went out alone.

It was declared to be her rebellion, but in fact, that family simply couldn't accommodate her direct descendants of 'crazy blood'.

Fortunately, the father's feelings for his daughter were not affected by this.

On the contrary, because of all kinds of comments Patty received, he felt more and more guilty.

As he grows older, this kind of guilt occupies a more important position in his heart.

Because of this, Lydia can continue to maintain her qualifications as one of the heirs of the Hearst family.

It's just that her first line of succession, which should have belonged to her, was transferred to her cousin Amanda Hearst.

Fortunately, Lydia didn't care about this, and didn't let this matter affect the relationship between the two sisters.

"I just want to find a formal boyfriend, isn't that okay?"

Facing Lydia's questioning, Amanda looked at her seriously.

From her eyes, she didn't find any joking elements, "You are serious, an Asian."

"What's wrong with Asian Ji? The Hearst Group can't tolerate me, let alone my future husband. Who does it matter?"

She was deprived of the right to run the company a long time ago. She can inherit the huge wealth accumulated by the Hearst family, but she has no right to join the company for any reason, even as a small employee.

Perhaps, because of this, she chose to make her debut in the "Vogue" magazine owned by the family's sworn enemy, the Newhouse family.

"..."

Amanda didn't know how to answer. It was a family decision, and her parents were also involved.

And she herself is the beneficiary of this decision.

If she were in Lydia's position, any comfort she uttered from her mouth would be full of the stench of hypocrisy.

"Okay, never mind your business. Hurry up, we're going to be late."

"Oh, my God, it's two o'clock and Paris is going to be mad."

Amanda hurriedly pulled her and ran to the Maserati parked in front of the main entrance, "I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry, because no matter what happens, it is impossible to arrive on time."

There is actually no difference between being 1 minute late and being 1 hour late.

At least, that's true for rich ladies like them.

It's okay to be late for anything, except for the sisters' gathering.

Today, Paris finally has an excuse to punish these two cute little rascals.

……

"Why so slow?"

The elevator door opened, and Big Ivan in thin pajamas stood outside the door, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

"it is noon now."

Li Zhenyu looked out of the window in the living room at the end of the corridor, showing a fuss.

After taking a sip of his wine, Big Ivan smiled and said, "It's rare to have a day off, and you are by my side. I have long forgotten the time."

These sweet words sounded a bit like they were trying to curry favor with him.

Sensing Li Zhenyu's suspicious gaze, Big Ivan simply admitted his mistake, "I shouldn't have treated you like that on the plane...I'm sorry, Li."

Holding her in his arms, the amazing soft touch made Li Zhenyu distracted: "I forgot about that a long time ago. My dear, I am really thirsty now."

The seafood during the fishing season is the freshest, which makes the seafood soup stewed by Big Ivan extra delicious.

After eating and drinking, Li Zhenyu lay on the spacious sofa with his hands behind his head.

Big Ivan lay on his side against his body, drawing circles on his firm chest with his fingers boredly.

'Why do women like to do this? '

The next moment, she reached out to touch Li Zhenyu's chin again, and the fine stubble felt a little prickly.

But she was like a little girl who found a new toy, happily stroking it with her fingertips.

"Is it fun?"

"Well, every minute spent with you was fun... Lee, I'm probably crazy."

Big Ivan was serious, being in love was like one long business negotiation.

A good lover should not only ensure the superficial peace, but also seek the initiative between each other's temptations and injuries.

Whoever shows weakness first will fall into a passive position in this 'negotiation'.

And what Big Ivan did just now was to directly expose his hole cards and weaknesses to him.

initiative?

Just now, she had completely given up and lost the qualification to take the initiative.

Now, the only active choice left for her is to leave. '

'No, I can't live without him now. '

Big Ivan was sad in her heart, it was the first time she was so passive and humble since she was a child.

Moreover, this situation was caused by her own initiative.

"...I'm really crazy."

As he spoke, Big Ivan leaned forward, brought the wine glass on the coffee table to his mouth, and drank the remaining half glass of red wine in one gulp.

Li Zhenyu did not express anything, willing to be a quiet listener.

Right now, no matter what he does, it's not suitable for him, he can't be proud and arrogant, and he doesn't want to show weakness to her, giving up the initiative that he just got.

With nothing to do, Li Zhenyu simply picked up the basketball on the sofa and practiced catching the ball with one hand to ease the embarrassing deadlock.

This trick really worked, and Big Ivan was quickly attracted by his superb ball-catching skills.

The embarrassing atmosphere also eased in the conversation between each other.

"Li, do you want to go to the window to enjoy the night view of New York?"

"Of course, I'll help you."

Big Ivan, who was a little too drunk, staggered on his feet, with his toes on the carpet, trembling like a little girl hopping on plaid, and with his support, he came down to the window.

The neon lights are brilliant, and New York at night is full of cyberpunk déjà vu.

Chaos, crime, and gloom, the collision of civilization and barbarism, is extremely prosperous, but there is a trace of decline.

All over the streets and alleys, the neon colors of high-rise buildings create a sense of science fiction.

The endless traffic flow and hurried pedestrians look no different from the daytime.

(End of this chapter)