Bian Wei was tough his whole life, and his only weakness was his grandson Bian Feng.

His son and daughter-in-law passed away early, and he raised Bianfeng single-handedly. The bond between grandfather and grandson is evident. Under his pampering, Bianfeng was indeed a bit willful, but he was also a filial child.

He took a breath and said calmly to Bian Feng, "Ah Feng, don't worry, even if it costs me my life, I will definitely save you. Don't be afraid, now give the phone to President Xiao."

Xiao Yang's voice came quickly from the other end of the phone. His voice was cheerful, and it was clear that he was very satisfied with Bian Wei's address of "President Xiao." Before today, Bian Wei had always called him by his name whenever they met.

It seems this old guy still knows what's good for him.

With his only grandson in Xiao Yang's hands, and having lost a finger, Bian Wei had no choice but to be pragmatic, no matter how unwilling he was.

That's why he deliberately addressed Xiao Yang as "President Xiao".

Qian Yue'e and her son Xiao Yang seem clever, but they are more cunning than intelligent. Qian Yue'e, in particular, is very particular about how others address her after she rises to power because of her humble origins.

Having grown up surrounded by such things, Xiao Yang also cared a lot about how others addressed him. It has to be said that Bian Wei's address of him as "President Xiao" pleased him greatly.

Once he was satisfied, he became smug, "Bian Wei, I never thought you'd call me President Xiao one day."

Bian Wei gritted his teeth and said, "President Xiao, you have been President Xiao since Mr. Xiao passed away."

Xiao Yang was very satisfied with his answer and laughed heartily, telling him to make a decision: between his only grandson and Xiao Anhe, whose fate was unknown.

Is there even a question?

From the moment Bian Wei addressed Xiao Yang as "President Xiao," the answer was already clear.

Xiao Yang was satisfied with Bian Wei's choice. He gave Bian Wei an address, told him to pick him up, and then hung up the phone.

That's right, Xiao Yang did fall, not hang up the phone.

Although he was the eldest son of Old Master Xiao, he was not born from the womb of the real Madam Xiao. He was sent abroad by Old Master Xiao after birth. He thought that this was how his life would be, but he never expected that the real Madam Xiao would die young.

He was taken back to the Xiao family and gradually changed his previously unfavored status.

However, he did not change his childhood habit of smashing things when he was unhappy or happy. Moreover, in order to show that he was the eldest son of the Xiao family, the things he smashed became more valuable, and he especially liked to smash iPhones.

In his words, he just loves the crisp sound of an iPhone breaking when it's dropped.

Sure enough, he just smashed his phone, and his subordinate handed him a new one. That's how it is to be rich and willful; you can squander money without restraint.

Hearing the loud crashing sounds coming from the other end of the phone, Bian Wei knew that Xiao Yang had smashed his phone again.

Looking back on his life spent with Grandpa Xiao and witnessing the untold hardships he endured, he felt deeply saddened.

No matter how painful it was, nothing was more important than his grandson's life. Before rushing to the place Xiao Yang had mentioned to pick up Bian Feng, he made a phone call to Xiao Anhe.

For the sake of his son and daughter-in-law who died young, he had to preserve the only continuation of the Bian family line. Besides, he was indeed too old and didn't have the energy or the desire to get involved in the Xiao family's affairs anymore.

Ultimately, regardless of whether Xiao Anhe or Xiao Yang is in power within the Xiao family, it is still in the hands of someone with the surname Xiao. Behind closed doors, this is entirely a family matter. Even an upright official would find it difficult to settle family disputes, let alone Bian Wei.

With this thought in mind, Bian Wei ultimately did not reveal the news that Xiao Anhe was still alive to anyone else, not even his own grandson.

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, the phone rang again. She took it out and saw that it was Bian Feng calling. As soon as she put it to her ear, Bian Feng's voice came through, "Grandpa, when are you coming? I've lost a lot of blood, and I'm so afraid I'm going to die."

In his anxiety, Bian Wei quickly opened the door.

There was a person standing outside the door. The person was wearing a black baseball cap with a large brim that almost covered most of his face, revealing only a small part of his chin. Even so, Bian Wei recognized the person at a glance, his eyes widening in shock, "Xiao..."

Just as he opened his mouth, about to call out the person's name, a cold light flashed before his eyes. He felt a chill on his neck, realized what was happening, reached up to touch his neck, and then looked at his trembling hand, which was almost uncontrollable.

Blood, my hands were covered in bright red blood!

"Why...why..." His body began to shake violently beyond his control, and he only managed to utter those three words before collapsing to the ground.

He wanted to say a few more words to the person standing tall in front of him, but he was too weak to do so. He collapsed to the ground, making a gurgling sound in his throat, like water boiling.

He had lived a long life, and in the early years of following Master Xiao, he had killed people, but he never imagined that one day he would be killed, and by someone else...

Soon, he stopped breathing. He was dead, but his eyes were wide open; he died with his eyes open in disbelief.

The man in the black baseball cap, seeing that he had stopped breathing, was still a little worried. He squatted down, felt the carotid artery in the man's neck, and checked his breathing. Only after confirming that he was really dead did he get up and leave.

From the moment he appeared outside Bian Wei's house to the moment he swiftly slit Bian Wei's throat and left, he didn't make a sound. Even when he checked Bian Wei's pulse, he wrapped his hand in a handkerchief, leaving no fingerprints.

This shows that this person is either extremely experienced or extremely cautious.

Xiao Anhe was always quick-witted. When Bian Wei's throat was slit, a very bad feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

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