“Oh? So you’re saying you personally saw the Tai Sui disappear?”
Faced with Xu Fei’s questioning, the young man instantly panicked, stammering as he tried to respond.
“Who… who says you have to see it to know? I was the one who bought the Tai Sui as a birthday gift for Grandpa!”
Hearing this, Xu Fei had a partial answer in his mind, though he wasn’t certain yet.
Wang Qiang, worried that the brash young man might further anger Xu Fei, quickly interjected, “Alright, Zhou Ji, say less, lest you upset Mr. Lin!”
Zhou Ji was the young man in front of them, Zhou Min’s eldest grandson, while the one outside was his second grandson, Zhou Ling.
Zhou Min was a retired senior official from the capital region. Though no longer in office, his extensive network still made him a prominent figure.
Back when Wang Qiang was young, he had received help from Zhou Min, which led to their close, intergenerational friendship.
Later, Zhou Min stepped back from the frontline due to his age, while Wang Qiang continued to expand his business empire.
Even so, Zhou Min’s family had amassed a fortune that ordinary people could scarcely imagine.
According to Wang Qiang’s recollection, Zhou Min was a good man in many ways but had a tendency to be frugal and overly concerned with his health.
It wasn’t greed, but rather that he had vast wealth yet was reluctant to spend it, and he was extremely protective of his life.
In his later years, this trait evolved into a fear of death, a fact well-known to those close to Zhou Min.
“Let me ask you, is the relationship between Zhou Min and his grandchildren strained?”
After hearing Wang Qiang’s explanation, Xu Fei pressed further.
“Well… the old man is very proud now that he’s aged, so I didn’t mention it. How did you know?” Wang Qiang asked.
Xu Fei let out a cold snort.
“The old man’s lying in bed, gravely ill, while his grandson is out there chasing women and making merry. Not a single person from the son’s generation has even shown up. Truly a picture of filial piety!”
After Xu Fei’s remark, Wang Qiang could only nod.
“It seems Zhou Min’s current state has a lot to do with his so-called descendants. But without evidence, we can’t do anything to them yet.”
Seeing Xu Fei stroking his chin, Wang Qiang grew a bit anxious.
“Even so, we can’t just let these unfilial descendants carry on like this!”
“Don’t worry, I have a plan. Here’s what you do next…”
Xu Fei whispered to Wang Qiang for a while.
The entire conversation was conducted in secret.
Zhou Ji, standing by his grandfather Zhou Min’s bedside, was itching to eavesdrop on what the two were plotting behind the screen.
But his cowardice and fear of being caught held him back. While he hesitated, Xu Fei and Wang Qiang returned.
“Honestly, this illness? Incurable!” Xu Fei said, glancing at Zhou Min on the bed and shaking his head.
Wang Qiang immediately caught on, feigning agitation.
“How… how is that possible! Could it… could it be because Zhou Ji and Zhou Ling were disrespectful to you earlier? But Mr. Zhou Min is innocent! For my sake, please…”
This was their planned act, but an unexpected development interrupted.
“Enough! I’ve had it from the start! He’s just some kid my age, constantly called ‘Mr.’ this and ‘Mr.’ that. Now that my grandpa’s too sick to cover for you, you’re saying this, aren’t you?”
“Exactly! If you don’t have the skills, don’t take on the job!”
