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That evening, everyone ended up not sitting together for dinner.
“Grandma, let’s go eat in the private room next door. It’ll be quieter for everyone. Why don’t you come with us?” Jiang Chen suggested.
“Alright.” The elderly woman cast a deep glance at Zhou Pingyong, her eyes filled with reproach, before leaving the room with Jiang Chen's family.
Zhou Duanmei and Zhou Lianhua’s family stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do. They felt like grass swaying in the wind, uncertain and easily influenced.
“Zhou Duanmei, Lianhua, let’s have dinner together. Don’t forget, we are the real family here. You shouldn’t get too close to Zhou Rongli’s family. I’ve made it very clear already—Jiang Chen is young and reckless; he won’t end well. History shows that no arrogant person has ever had a good ending,” Zhou Pingyong said.
“Brother, are you serious? Did Jiang Chen really kill so many people?” Zhou Duanmei asked, her disbelief evident.
“This is what I’ve managed to find out; there’s certainly more I haven’t uncovered. What era are we living in? Murder is against the law. I refuse to believe that the law can’t touch that kid Jiang Chen,” Zhou Pingyong replied coldly. He had gone to great lengths to gather evidence of Jiang Chen's crimes, which he could later use as proof in court.
“However, I don’t see Jiang Chen being worried at all. He should be fine. The only thing I know for sure is that Hu Sanxiong’s son was killed by Jiang Chen, but I’ve heard that Hu Lao treats Jiang Chen with great respect and hasn’t mentioned reporting him. Perhaps Jiang Chen is far more formidable than we imagine. I think, brother, it would be best if you didn’t oppose Rongli anymore. It’s better to resolve things peacefully before it escalates,” Zhou Duanmei suggested after some thought.
“What you see is just the surface,” Zhou Pingyong said meaningfully.
“Then what deeper truths do you see? Is Hu Lao’s respect for Jiang Chen just an act?” Zhou Duanmei frowned.
“You’ll understand when Jiang Chen falls from power. Now, let’s eat,” Zhou Pingyong said with a smile.
“Brother, I think I’ll go have dinner with Rongli instead,” Zhou Duanmei suddenly declared firmly after a moment of contemplation.
“I’ll go too,” Zhou Lianhua added.
Although Zhou Pingyong insisted that Jiang Chen would soon lose his power, both Zhou Duanmei and Zhou Lianhua were skeptical. Over the past two years, they had thrived thanks to their connection with Zhou Rongli’s family and were more inclined to trust them over Zhou Pingyong.
“Heh, once you walk out of this room today, don’t regret it tomorrow,” Zhou Pingyong said coldly, his displeasure evident.
“No regrets; Jiang Chen is my god-nephew, and Rongli is my sister. Of course, I support them. Brother, I really don’t think there’s a need to create animosity. Just don’t report him tomorrow; it’s better to limit contact than to completely sever ties,” Zhou Duanmei advised earnestly before stepping out of the door.
“Yes, brother, what my sister says makes sense. You have no deep-seated hatred against Rongli’s family. If you can soften your stance and considering Jiang Chen's relationship with Miss Yue, our family could soon rise to become one of Hangcheng's top families,” Zhou Lianhua added.
“Heh.” Zhou Pingyong sneered repeatedly.
“Since you enjoy flattering Zhou Rongli’s family so much, go ahead. After all, a married daughter is like spilled water; she no longer belongs to our family,” Zhou Pingyong's tone turned sharp.
“Brother, what do you mean by that?” Both Zhou Duanmei and Zhou Lianhua turned pale with anger; his words were too hurtful.
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