Chapter 311 Perhaps, this is my retribution.

Daylight broke, but the interrogation room remained pitch black.

Only the overhead incandescent light cast a dim glow, shining directly on Pei Jingchuan's face and revealing the bloodshot eyes.

"Wang Hao, you know him, right?"

Pei Jingchuan's gaze fell on the presiding judge, and he remained silent for three seconds. "I know him. He's our family doctor."

The presiding judge produced a statement, saying, "Wang Hao identified you as the one who instructed him to switch Wei Huaibo's usual medication, which caused his health problems."

The air seemed to freeze.

Pei Jingchuan's fingers curled slightly. He raised his head, his gaze meeting the presiding judge's scrutinizing eyes. "Words are not enough. Produce evidence. His testimony alone is insufficient to convict me."

Pei Jingchuan wasn't afraid at all; his arrogant and conceited attitude made the presiding judge's face darken.

Then, Pei Jingchuan smiled, leaned forward, and placed his hands on the table. "From now on, I will not answer any of your questions. I'm waiting for my lawyer."

...

At the same time, Wei Chizheng received news that Tie Tou had brought people to the Wei family's old residence.

Butler Zhou led his men out to greet him. Seeing that Wei Chizheng's attitude was the same as before, he said, "Second Young Master, what brings you here..."

Wei Chizheng stepped forward and said, word by word, "What do you think, Steward Zhou?"

Wei Chizheng acted too quickly; before he could even investigate, Wei Chizheng appeared on his own.

He arrived almost immediately after Pei Jingchuan was taken away.

It seems that this matter is inextricably linked to Wei Chizheng.

Butler Zhou chuckled, "Second Young Master, I don't understand what you're saying."

Wei Chizheng's patience had run out. He stepped forward and grabbed Butler Zhou by the throat. "A dog that betrays its master deserves to die."

Wei Chizheng used all his strength, and Butler Zhou couldn't breathe at all. Just as he was about to suffocate, Wei Chizheng threw him out.

His cold, sinister eyes swept over him one last time. "Killing you would dirty my hands."

Wei Chizheng withdrew his gaze and strode forward, when he heard Butler Zhou roar, "Wei Chizheng, this is the Wei family home, the private property of young master Wei Jing. You are trespassing on private property."

Wei Chizheng sneered, "Your young master Wei Jing is probably in trouble himself."

As they spoke, dozens of bodyguards, all former mercenaries hired by Pei Jingchuan, surrounded them, and Butler Zhou also got up from the ground.

Butler Zhou said, "Second Young Master, you can't get in."

Wei Chizheng's gaze turned sinister. "Heh, not necessarily."

The next second, Tie Tou's men started fighting with these people, and Wei Chizheng joined in, carving a path through the enemy lines at top speed.

Butler Zhou panicked, "Stop him! Stop him quickly!"

Wei Chizheng's skills were far superior to theirs; he subdued the people who were blocking his way in no time.

Seeing Wei Chizheng break through the encirclement, Steward Zhou had no choice but to take matters into his own hands. He caught up with Wei Chizheng, and just as the dagger was about to pierce Wei Chizheng's body, he anticipated Steward Zhou's movements.

He grabbed Butler Zhou's wrist and twisted his arm off.

Butler Zhou cried out in pain and stumbled, crashing into the wall. Wei Chizheng didn't even glance at him and walked away quickly.

Wei Chizheng kicked open the door, revealing Wei Huaibo, who was terminally ill.

Perhaps hearing the commotion downstairs, Wei Huaibo struggled to climb out of bed and was now lying face down on the floor.

Upon seeing this, Wei Chizheng immediately came to Wei Huaibo's side and helped him up.

He clearly had the energy to yell at him when they last met, but the Wei Huaibo in front of him was skin and bones, with sunken eyes, and was no longer the same as before.

Wei Huaibo's lips were dry and withered, and the moment he saw Wei Chizheng, tears streamed down his face. "A-Zheng..."

Perhaps it was excitement, perhaps it was regret.

Wei Chizheng's face darkened, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart. "I'll take you away first."

Wei Huaibo couldn't walk, so Wei Chizheng had to carry him on his back.

Stepping out of the bedroom, Butler Zhou was still outside the door, staring intently at Wei Chizheng. "You can't take him away."

Wei Chizheng showed no mercy, kicking him in the chest, then stepping on Butler Zhou's knee and grinding it down forcefully, "You ungrateful wretch."

Butler Zhou wailed, each cry more agonizing than the last, until a "crack" was heard and his leg was completely broken.

...

Two hours later, Wei Chizheng stood outside the ward, his face grave.

Tie Tou walked over and said, "Second Master, the old master wants to see you."

Wei Chizheng put his hands in his pockets and said, "Hmm."

However, he remained silent for a long time.

After a long silence, Tie Tou sighed, "Second Master, I know you're in a bad mood, but we still have to face what needs to be faced."

Wei Chizheng still vividly remembers what the doctor said.

Wei Huaibo's body was already beyond saving, and there was no need for treatment. Forcing treatment would only add unnecessary suffering to the patient.

Slowly, Wei Chizheng stepped into the ward.

The smell of disinfectant in the ward was stronger than in the corridor, mixed with a faint, heavy odor that made one's chest feel tight.

Wei Huaibo lay on the hospital bed, his cheeks sunken, his breathing weak and shallow, like a candle flame that might be extinguished at any moment.

Wei Chizheng walked to the bedside, his footsteps so light that he could hear his heart beating heavily in his chest.

He instinctively reached for his pockets, his knuckles curling involuntarily.

Wei Huaibo, barely able to speak, said, "Ah Zheng."

He looked at Wei Chizheng with difficulty, his eyes were cloudy, and the corners of his mouth seemed to want to curve into a smile, but it only moved the loose skin on his face, making him look particularly weak.

Wei Chizheng approached with a sullen face, without saying a word.

This was a rare harmonious scene between the father and son, without any confrontation or hysteria.

Wei Huaibo suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the ward, "A-Zheng, I know my physical condition very well. Butler Zhou told me that I should be dying soon."

His gaze remained fixed on Wei Chizheng, with a calm that seemed to have seen through everything. "Ha, I've spent my whole life in the business world, and I never imagined it would end like this."

Betrayed by loved ones, betrayed by the person you trusted most.

Looking back on his life from the beginning, Wei Huaibo suddenly felt that his life was like a joke.

Wei Huaibo said self-deprecatingly, "Perhaps this is my retribution."

Inviting a wolf into the house, pushing away your closest loved ones, will only lead to your own tragic end.

Isn't this karma?

“It is indeed retribution.” Wei Chi looked up sharply, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible resentment.

Wei Huaibo's eyes were filled with emotion, which finally turned into a sigh. "Azheng, I know you've always resented me because of your mother, but I've never felt sorry for her. I married her, gave her the title of Mrs. Wei, and helped her family, giving them the opportunity to transcend social classes. Perhaps you'll say that I forced her to marry me, that she clearly had a lover. But that man didn't truly love her. Rather than saying I separated them, it's more accurate to say that man chose wealth and status and abandoned your mother."