"Grandpa, please take care of yourself and get some rest. We're leaving now."

"Yes, Dad, we won't disturb your rest."

Having received the answer they wanted, the three of them left without saying a word.

After everyone left, the old man could no longer contain his anger and began to cough violently, bending over from the cough. It took him a long time to finally lift his face, panting heavily, his eyes filled with resentment. "That was a trap! The Zhao family's villa on the hillside... they set a trap, waiting to devour us!"

My children are quite capable!

Bai Yajing stood up and gently patted the old man's back. Her movements were steady and gentle, but her eyes grew colder and colder, like a frozen lake.

"Grandpa, they must have found out something about the Zhao family and want to use it against them."

The old man raised his hand, looking at his aged hand, and sneered, "That Zhao family head is five years older than me. He's had a heart condition since he was young, and he's only survived thanks to top-notch medical care..."

Bai Yajing picked up the invitation from the table and carefully placed it away.

“Perfect,” she said, her voice flat and steady, yet like an ice blade scraping through stagnant air. “Since they don’t want to live a good life, let them spit out everything they’ve swallowed.”

Giving all that family fortune to these two good-for-nothings was a complete waste!

Bai Yajing helped Grandpa Bai out of the car. Her dark green cheongsam paired with a pure black fur coat without a single stray hair made her look like a quiet bamboo in the chaotic crowd.

Amidst the commotion, at the foot of the Zhao family's villa halfway up the mountain, a dozen bodyguards in black forcibly separated the reporters and forcefully cleared a path.

The crowd was roughly separated, and at the far end, a car was parked quietly, its body gleaming.

Even a family like the Zhao family is afraid of danger, so guests will park at the foot of the mountain and take a car arranged by the Zhao family to go up. No outsiders are allowed to go up.

The Zhao family's servants, dressed in their finest attire, were welcoming their distinguished guests.

Butler Zhao hurried forward, ignoring all the cameras around him, and whispered to the old man with a smile, "Old Master Bai, Miss Bai, please get in the car, the head of the family is waiting for you!" His attitude was respectful and natural.

The old man nodded in agreement and led Bai Yajing into their car.

The car drove up to the brightly lit villa on the hillside.

Crystal chandeliers cast countless halos of light, amidst the elegant attire and the clinking of glasses, the air thick with expensive perfumes, cigars, and a tacit, hypocritical warmth.

Uncle Bai Yunchang, standing ramrod straight in a suit and tie, raised his wine glass, his loud laughter not reaching his eyes: "Dad, Ya Jing, you've finally arrived! Stuck in traffic halfway there, huh? That's just how Hong Kong is, you get used to it, hehehe..."

Aunt, dressed in a dazzling cheongsam, affectionately took Bai Yajing's arm. Every smile line on her well-maintained face seemed carefully calculated: "That's right, but after we settle down here, everything will be taken care of by your uncle and me. Just tell me if you need anything!"

"Dad, Ya Jing, Old Zhao has been waiting for you for a long time. Shall we have Yun Chang take you there?" The gold bracelet on her wrist was digging painfully into her skin, and Bai Ya Jing frowned in displeasure.

The old man nodded. "Yes, now that you're here, you should greet the host. Nannan, stay with Grandpa."

Bai Yajing smiled and nodded, "Okay, Grandpa."

He subtly withdrew his arm, his gaze sweeping over the table full of delicacies, over the smiling but shrewd faces, and finally settling on the person in the main seat who had been silently watching their movements—the head of the Zhao family, a powerful tycoon whose every move could shake Hong Kong.

The grandfather and grandson went over, presented the gift, and said a few auspicious words.

The head of the Zhao family was very enthusiastic, chatting non-stop with the old man.

"Brother Bai, it's been so many years since we last met... "

"Yes, fate brought us together again..."

Midway through the banquet, the head of the Zhao family was holding a teacup and talking eloquently when his voice suddenly caught in his throat.

His aged face instantly turned purplish-red, his eyes bulged, his fingers gripped his chest tightly, and his slightly overweight body stiffened before he collapsed onto the carpet, shattering the teacup and soaking the carpet with tea.