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Every time I call Zhao Changsheng "Dad," it proves that I am prepared, and it serves as a secret signal between Old Zhao and me.
Wang Shang's face instantly contorted into a strange smile, one that sent chills down my spine. It was simple, really; all I needed was for you to agree to take care of Wang Juen. I’m not asking you to marry her, just look after her.
On the surface, this statement seemed harmless and straightforward, yet his expression left me uneasy, making me feel there was more beneath the surface. I tentatively asked, "Is that all?"
"That’s all!" he replied.
"Alright, no problem."
Hu Yao appeared small and insignificant in front of the three big shots, barely saying a word as he fiddled with his phone. After all, he couldn’t participate in this conversation; he just quietly relayed messages to his father.
With everything that needed to be said already discussed, Zhao Changsheng quickly began to usher us out. "That’s enough for now; my son’s injury hasn’t healed yet."
"You only just remembered your son is still injured? Where have you been all this time? You think of something and just go with it."
"Alright, it’s getting late. I’ll take my leave now. Let’s find a place for drinks tomorrow? It’s been over ten years since we last met."
Ouyang Xiong immediately chimed in after hearing Wang Shang's words, "Ten years without seeing each other! You Dead Fatty deserve it; weren’t you the one who turned your back first?"
"Can you blame me for that? Fine, I’ll pick the place tomorrow; let’s celebrate our collaboration."
"I have no objections."
"I can do that too. Hu Yao, make sure to notify your dad and invite him as well."
Old Zhao.
Now it was just me and Old Zhao left in the room, the personal space we once had reduced to nothing. The food had gone cold, so Zhao Changsheng called someone to bring a new portion from home for me.
"Old Zhao, do you still have something you want to say to me?"
Zhao Changsheng clicked his tongue but didn’t deny my words. "You’re starting to doubt your old man? Yes, there are indeed some things left unsaid, but let’s leave it at that for now. Too much at once can be overwhelming; we’ll take it slow."
"Exactly," Old Zhao agreed. "Too much at once can be overwhelming. What I’ve learned today is enough for me to ponder over for a while."
By the way, about that driver my mom called...
Speaking of him, he might be the one who deserves our sympathy the most. He passed away on the spot; he was an orphan who had always been by your mother’s side and never found any relatives. We wanted to give him some money for his family as a final gesture of respect, but since we couldn’t find anyone, all we could do was give him a proper burial.
As Zhao Changsheng spoke, a glimmer of ferocity flashed across his face.
When the food was finally brought over by the new arrival, Old Zhao had already left. I took a few bites but quickly lost my appetite.
The grudges and disputes from their time lingered on to this day; wasn't it exhausting to live in such constant anxiety? Perhaps no one could provide an answer to that question.
The terrifying reputation of Su Xuan was enough to send chills down my spine just from hearing about it. Moreover, among those involved at the time was a person named Mo Li, who had joined Su Xuan's camp. What we needed to do now was to bring the remaining two over to our side to form a united front; only then would our chances of success increase.
But who were those two? Would their daughters be as unpredictable as Ouyang Zhirou and Wang Ju'en?
Everything would gradually come to light. I felt as if I were playing a game of chess against Su Xuan, where the outcome was anything but certain.
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