At this moment, Pei Wuwang was accompanying Shen Qingtang in the courtyard to look at the account books when Old Madam Pei quickly walked forward.

Her face crinkled with wrinkles, and her tone was deliberately ingratiating and kind: "My son, look what your grandmother brought you?"

She handed the stew pot to Pei Wuwang, lifted the lid, and the sweet and soft aroma of pumpkin instantly filled the air. "This is the baked pumpkin you loved to eat when you were little. Your grandmother made it especially for you. Try it, it still tastes just like before."

Pei Wuwang raised his head, his gaze falling on the pumpkin in the stew pot, then looking at Old Madam Pei's wrinkled, ingratiating face.

His expression was completely calm, as if he had only seen something insignificant.

He didn't reach out to take it, nor did he say anything.

He simply stared at Madam Pei in silence, his eyes deep and unfathomable, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Madam Pei's smile froze for a moment, then she quickly urged, "My child, eat up, it's freshly stewed and still warm. When you were little, you could eat half a bowl in one sitting, so your grandmother specially stewed a full bowl for you, all of it is your favorite sweet flavor."

As she spoke, she tried to shove the stew pot into Pei Wuwang's hands.

At this moment, Pei's father also came over and stood beside Old Madam Pei. Looking at Pei Wuwang, he said with a hint of urgency and persuasion, "Pei Wuwang, this is a token of your grandmother's affection. She made it especially for you. She loved you the most when you were little, and she always saved the best things for you first. Try it quickly, don't let your grandmother down. She is your own grandmother."

Pei Wuwang remained motionless, only slowly turning his gaze to his father, his eyes devoid of any warmth. Suddenly, he abruptly reached out and grabbed his father's collar.

With his other hand, he grabbed Pei's father's neck, the force of which made Pei's father's face turn red instantly.

Difficulty breathing.

Pei Wuwang held the stew pot to his father's lips, his voice icy cold: "My dear father, this is something Grandma specially made. You are the elder, so you should eat first. What, Grandma dotes on me so much, shouldn't you, as my father, try some for me?"

"You...you let go of me! You unfilial son! You unfilial son!" Pei's father was choking him and couldn't breathe. He desperately tried to pry Pei Wuwang's hands off, his face flushed red, and tears were almost welling up in his eyes. "That was for you to eat...what am I going to eat...let me go!"

Madam Pei was terrified and rushed forward to pull Pei Wuwang away, crying out, "Son, let go! That's food for you, why are you letting him eat it! Let go of your father, you'll strangle him!"

She cried and pounded on Pei Wuwang's arm, but Pei Wuwang's hand was like an iron clamp, not moving an inch.

Pei Wuwang looked at his father's painful struggle and a mocking smile appeared on his lips: "Father? Grandmother? When you conspired against me and Qingtang and drove us to the brink of despair, did you never think that we were family? When you were trying to kill us for money and power, did you never think of this kinship?"

He tightened his grip even more, "You have to eat this pumpkin today, whether you like it or not!"

Mr. Pei was choked until his vision went black and he almost suffocated. He could only open his mouth subconsciously, and the stew pot in Mrs. Pei's hand tilted.

The scalding hot pumpkin puree flowed down his chin and into his mouth.

It was so hot that he screamed in pain, but he couldn't swallow it. His face and neck were covered in sweet, greasy pumpkin paste, making him look extremely disheveled.

Seeing this scene, Madam Pei cried her heart out, yet there was nothing she could do.

Pei Wuwang released his grip, and Pei's father collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

He was panting heavily, coughing incessantly, and his eyes were filled with fear and resentment as he looked at Pei Wuwang, but he dared not utter another word of advice.

Pei Wuwang glanced at the stew pot on the ground and the disheveled father and son, his eyes showing no emotion, and then turned to walk to Shen Qingtang's side.

He reached out and put his arm around her waist.

Her voice instantly softened: "Let's go inside, don't let these people taint your eyes." Shen Qingtang nodded, and the two walked into the house side by side, leaving Old Madam Pei and Pei's father in the courtyard, one of them wailing and crying.