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Gong Changle never expected that his future would turn out to be so miserable. If it were just bad luck, he could accept it; at least he could still rely on his father's money. However, Gong Changle never imagined that he would die next to a trash can while fighting a homeless man over food.
Heaven and Earth, what had he done wrong? Was it because he had fought with the King of Hell in his past life that he was being punished with such a tragic fate in this life? Gong Changle felt as if he was about to kneel down in despair. "Bo, you have to save me! I’ll recognize you as my ancestor if that's what it takes!"
Money was so easy to obtain; he didn’t want to die so early and so miserably! At this moment, Gong Changle was most concerned about how pitiful his death would be, subconsciously ignoring Ruan Fuxi's words that were instigated by his mother and brother. But the netizens were different; their curiosity was piqued, and they quickly grasped the main point.
"It looks like another grand drama from a wealthy family."
"According to Sister Ruan, when Young Master Gong calls her 'Mom', it’s not his biological mother. That must mean she’s a stepmother. Everyone knows his father doesn’t value him, only his younger brother. Since Young Master Gong's mother passed away when he was three months old, this younger brother must have been born by the stepmother. In that case, it's very likely that Young Master Gong will be kicked out of the house in the future."
"This stepmother and half-brother are too cruel! The Gong family is so rich; how can they be so heartless?"
"Sigh, the wealthy are too chaotic; we common folks can only watch the drama unfold."
At this moment, Gong Changle came back to his senses and saw the comments on the screen, making his expression even worse. It seemed he really wasn’t the biological son of his current mother.
Meanwhile, Qi Hui was watching Ruan Fuxi's broadcast, listening to her fortune-telling for Gong Changle, and her expression turned sour. Although what Ruan Fuxi said might very well be true, once the Gong family fell into her and her son's hands, they certainly wouldn’t keep someone as useless as Gong Changle around.
But for now, the Gong family wasn’t theirs yet! Qi Hui knew that although Gong Le didn’t seem close to his eldest son, he still cared about him. She absolutely couldn’t let Gong Le find out that her affection for him over the years had all been a facade.
And this Ruan Fuxi—how dare she say whatever she wanted? Her broadcast had to be shut down! If she continued with her fortune-telling, who knew what else she might reveal.
Qi Hui immediately called Gong Le. When the call connected, her voice was anxious and choked with tears.
"Old man, did you see if Chang Le's fortune-telling session is still on? How can that broadcaster say such things? Even though I'm not Chang Le's biological mother, you know how I've treated him all these years. He was so difficult to raise when he was young and often fell ill. I was always by his side. How could that broadcaster say something like that about me and Chang Shun?"
Hearing Qi Hui's sobs, Gong Le, who was watching the broadcast, glanced at her with a flicker of emotion but maintained his usual tone.
"I know you've been good to Chang Le."
Qi Hui didn't notice anything unusual in his tone and continued, "Old man, please have someone shut down that broadcast. These are all con artists from the underworld with no real skills. Chang Le is so innocent; I'm afraid he might believe what that broadcaster says and get stirred up against us. Wouldn't that break my heart and put my life at risk? All these years, I've treated Chang Le like my own son."
"Alright, I’ll listen to you."
After hearing his words, Qi Hui hung up the phone with a smug expression on her face. It seemed she had done a good job of disguising her intentions towards Gong Chang Le all these years; he didn't suspect a thing.
At that moment, Ruan Fu Xi looked at Gong Chang Le and said, "Your fate cannot be altered, but—"
Just as she was about to say something crucial, the broadcast suddenly cut off.
Ruan Fu Xi stared at the screen as a notification popped up: [Broadcast has been banned.]
She shrugged, seemingly unfazed by the interruption. Meanwhile, Gong Chang Le and the online viewers who were eagerly waiting for her next words were left in a state of panic.
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