Chapter 161 Is Wei Chizheng About to Die?

Xie Nanzhi had her back to the man, but that voice...

She turned around abruptly, and when she saw the man's face clearly, her pupils dilated sharply. "It's you?"

The man feigned surprise and sat down next to Xie Nanzhi with practiced ease. "Miss Nan, we meet again. I just didn't expect it to be here."

How could it be him?

Wang Jing is actually Wei Huaibo's grandson? However, according to outside sources, Wei Huaibo only had two sons, one of whom passed away many years ago, leaving only his younger son.

The youngest son is the most mysterious figure in the family; even many of the Wei family's collateral relatives have never seen this second young master.

If Wei Chizheng is the second son, then Wang Jing is his eldest brother's child.

Xie Nanzhi's face was pale, and her gaze unconsciously turned to Wei Chizheng.

Wei Chizheng and Wang Jing had met before, but when they met last time, he clearly didn't recognize his nephew. What was going on?

With cold, sharp eyes scrutinizing Wang Jing, Wei Chizheng's dark eyes hinted at a murderous aura. He sat upright, and after a moment, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Wei Chizheng said, "You still managed to find him."

Wei Huaibo's face was grim. Finally, he slowly looked at Wang Jing and said, "A-Jing, I've met your uncle."

He smirked, his eyes full of provocation, "Uncle, Grandpa gave me a new name. I'm called Wei Jing now."

Wei Chizheng's face darkened, and he stopped looking at him. His already cold and hard features were now even more tense.

He didn't speak, and the disdain in his eyes deepened. Wei Chizheng simply took Xie Nanzhi's hand and placed it in his palm. "Nanzhi, have you finished eating? If you've finished, let's go."

Xie Nanzhi hadn't initially planned to eat this meal. She nodded and said, "Now that we've finished eating, let's go."

Wei Chizheng helped Xie Nanzhi to her feet, and without even the most basic courtesy, he walked out without saying a word.

Suddenly, Wei Huaibo slammed his hand on the table and stood up, knocking the bowl beside him to the ground with a sharp, jarring sound. "A-Zheng, sit down."

Wei Chizheng had his back to him, but paused for a moment, "I won't keep you from enjoying your company."

Wei Huaibo roared, "Wei Chizheng, I am your father."

He scoffed, "Don't you already have a grandson? That's enough for you, isn't it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Chizheng ignored Wei Huaibo's anger and walked away faster and faster until he left with Xie Nanzhi. Butler Zhou followed them out.

Butler Zhou whispered, "Second Young Master, you shouldn't talk to the Master like that. The Master is getting old, and his health has been poor for the past two years. He has to take a lot of medicine every day to stay healthy. You've finally come back, can't you have a proper meal with the Master?"

Outside the manor, the sky was full of stars, and the lights in the courtyard were as bright as day.

Wei Chizheng snorted and raised an eyebrow, revealing a ruthless edge in his eyes. "Is Butler Zhou lecturing me?"

Butler Zhou lowered his head, "I wouldn't dare."

Wei Chizheng muttered to himself, "Dare not?"

The next second, Wei Chizheng grabbed a candlestick and smashed it on Butler Zhou's head.

Suddenly, a gash appeared on Butler Zhou's head, and blood streamed down his face, but he didn't even dare to frown.

Wei Chizheng looked at him coldly, "You don't dare? I think you've got plenty of guts. My people aren't someone you can just take away as you please."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Nanzhi's pupils dilated slightly.

The middle-aged man who brought her to the manor was Butler Zhou, so Wei Chizheng was standing up for her.

When she looked at Wei Chizheng, a new emotion was clearly in her eyes.

Butler Zhou said respectfully, "Second Young Master is right."

Wei Chizheng casually tossed away the candlestick, his fingertips stained with blood. He wiped his bloody hand on Butler Zhou's clean clothes, a gesture full of irony.

Wei Chizheng whispered, "You're just a dog raised by the Wei family. Do you really think you're superior? Let me tell you, if you dare to touch her again, I'll definitely offer incense to you next year."

After speaking, he wiped his hands clean.

Butler Zhou remained silent; even if he was dissatisfied, he dared not argue with Wei Chi.

Putting aside the fact that he is the second young master of the Wei family, even the master cannot easily do anything to him. You must know that Wei Chizheng is now a force to be reckoned with, capable of standing up to the entire Wei family.

He took Xie Nanzhi's hand again and swaggered out.

Butler Zhou returned with a dark face. When Wei Huaibo saw his disheveled appearance, he asked, "Did A-Zheng make a move?"

Butler Zhou said, "Given the Second Young Master's temperament, this is considered showing leniency."

Wei Huaibo took a deep breath, his face growing even paler. "Go call the family doctor to treat your wound."

"Thank you, sir."

After Butler Zhou left, Wei Huaibo focused all his attention on Wei Jing. After a long while, he said, "I originally wanted to find a suitable opportunity to bring you back to the Wei family. Why are you disobeying me?"

Wei Jing's expression was cold and stern. Although he was smiling, his eyes were full of coldness. "Grandpa, I think now is the best time, isn't it?"

Wei Huaibo warned, "I know you and A-Zheng have personal grudges, but that's all in the past. You are now Wei Jing, the eldest grandson of the Wei family. Some things should be put aside. Also, let me make this clear: although you are my grandson, A-Zheng is also my own son. A-Jing, you'd better think things through before you do anything, otherwise, I can take back what I can give you at any time."

The man fiddled with the lighter in his hand, his attitude revealing disdain.

That's right, there was indeed a grudge between him and Wei Chizheng, and it wasn't just an ordinary grudge.

The man laughed, "Grandpa, is Wei Chizheng about to die?"

Wei Huaibo paused for a second, then sat down again. "I underestimated you. You're a more capable child than your father."

Few people knew about Wei Chizheng's strange illness over the years, but it was unexpected that so much information could be found so soon after he was found.

Wei Huaibo didn't hide anything anymore, "A-Zheng has a strange illness and won't live past thirty. That's why I went through so much trouble to find you. The huge Wei family can't be without an heir."

Wei Jing smiled faintly, pressing his temples.

Seeing him like this, Wei Huaibo felt a sense of powerlessness, like punching cotton. "A-Jing, A-Zheng doesn't have much time left. Don't provoke him. You're no match for him. As for that woman, don't even think about her anymore. She's already A-Zheng's wife."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Jing's lighter went off with a "bang," and his expression changed drastically.

He looked at Wei Huaibo in surprise, "What do you mean by that, Grandpa?"

Wei Huaibo said expressionlessly, "I only found out recently that A-Zheng and that woman have registered their marriage. She is now your aunt."

Wei Jing gritted his teeth, his eyes as cold as ice, and gripped the shards of the lighter tightly.

Wei Huaibo's expression turned serious. "No matter what your relationship with that woman is, there is no possibility between you two anymore. Besides, she is the woman that A-Zheng likes. A-Zheng doesn't have much time left. As long as he is happy, it doesn't matter. The main thing is that you have to be clear-headed."

"You are the future heir of the Wei family. You can have any woman you want in the whole of China. Why waste all your energy on a woman who wants you dead? Ah Jing, Grandpa has faith in you and believes you won't let Grandpa down, right?"