Cheng Yanmo arrived at Mr. Cheng's bedside like a star surrounded by stars. He lowered his eyes to look at his father, who was lying on the bed, taking a long, reluctant breath. His expression remained calm and composed.
"dad."
Hearing his eldest son's voice, Cheng Zhanxiong opened his eyes with difficulty.
Noticing only his eldest son by the bed, but not his youngest, Cheng Ziang, the brilliance in Cheng Zhanxiong's eyes dimmed. "Where's Ziang?" With his breath fading, Cheng Zhanxiong couldn't even pronounce Cheng Ziang's name.
Cheng Yanmo did not answer his question, but turned sideways and looked around at the directors and shareholders standing in the ward.
Seeing Cheng Yanmo looking over, they knew that the father and son had something private to discuss, and they all left the ward in tacit understanding. Cheng Yanmo's entourage guarded the door to the ward, not allowing anyone to approach.
Cheng Yanmo dragged a chair over and placed it beside the bed. He sat down and first massaged his tired temples before answering Cheng Zhanxiong's question: "Zi'ang was delayed and couldn't come."
Cheng Zhanxiong had phlegm in his throat. He opened his mouth and made a "ho ho" sound, as if accusing Cheng Ziang of being unfilial.
Cheng Yanmo quietly looked at his father who was trying to show off his power before his death, with an indifferent expression, as if he was watching a stranger's painful struggle.
Cheng Zhanxiong's excitement gradually calmed down, and his voice came out intermittently from under the ventilator: "He hates me. He won't see me. But I am his father. I am his father."
How dare he not come to see him for the last time!
Hearing Cheng Zhanxiong's words, Cheng Yanmo's eyes suddenly filled with sarcasm. "Yes, you are indeed our father. But you are also the murderer who killed our mother."
Cheng Zhanxiong was shocked to hear such outrageous words suddenly from Cheng Yanmo.
Cheng Yanmo had always presented himself as a gentle and kind person to everyone, speaking politely. While Cheng Yanmo didn't exactly respect his father, he wouldn't openly disobey him.
This was the first time Cheng Yanmo mentioned his mother in front of Cheng Zhanxiong, and his tone was full of resentment.
Cheng Zhanxiong found it both ridiculous and pathetic. "Why, even you hate me?"
Cheng Yanmo did not answer Cheng Zhanxiong's question, but the look in his dark pupils behind the lenses became increasingly gloomy, like layers of dark clouds in a sky full of lightning and thunder.
Cheng Zhanxiong understood.
He snorted and asked Cheng Yanmo again, "If you hate me so much, why don't you take revenge on me and avenge your mother?"
Hearing this, Cheng Yanmo finally answered in his usual calm and indifferent tone, "I hate you because you made us brothers become motherless children. I won't retaliate against you because you are my father."
That's all!
If Cheng Zhanxiong was not Cheng Yanmo's father, Cheng Yanmo would have cut him into pieces long ago.
The year his mother died, Cheng Yanmo was already in his teens.
As the eldest brother, Cheng Ziang could do whatever he wanted, but Cheng Yanmo couldn't. His grandfather had told Cheng Yanmo since he was little that he would be the future successor of the Chuandong Group and that he couldn't act on impulse.
He will always remember what his grandfather said:
Be patient when you should be patient, and be ruthless when you should be ruthless.
Therefore, even though he hated Cheng Zhanxiong, Cheng Yanmo would never show obvious dissatisfaction and hatred towards Cheng Zhanxiong before he completely took control of the group.
Those who try to fight against a rock with an egg are fools.
Cheng Zhanxiong suffered a critical blow from his eldest son.
He always thought that his eldest son still respected and loved him, but he didn't know that his eldest son's obedience was just an illusion he pretended to be.
Although Cheng Zhanxiong had a chaotic private life in his youth, he only had two children: Cheng Yanmo and Cheng Ziang. When he was dying, both sons still hated him, which made Cheng Zhanxiong feel like a failure.
Cheng Yanmo suddenly glanced down at his watch. It was past midnight, the minute hand pointing to three minutes past midnight. He suddenly said to Cheng Zhanxiong, "My mother died at seven minutes past five in the afternoon."
Hearing Cheng Yanmo's incoherent words, Cheng Zhanxiong felt confused. "You..." He wanted to ask Cheng Yanmo, what do you mean by that? But he felt short of breath and had difficulty speaking.
At this moment, Cheng Yanmo slowly stood up. He bowed deeply to Cheng Zhanxiong who was lying on the hospital bed, and then said, "Dad, there are so many sufferings in this world. Please rest in peace. I hope you can be reunited with my mother in the afterlife."
After saying that, under Cheng Zhanxiong's horrified gaze, Cheng Yanmo stretched out his hands and took away Cheng Zhanxiong's ventilator with an expressionless face.
Cheng Zhanxiong was already breathing heavily, and without the help of the ventilator, he could only breathe out but not in.
Cheng Zhanxiong's cloudy eyes began to tremble slightly. He stared at Cheng Yanmo, his fingers trembling as he raised them. It seemed as if he wanted to scold him, or curse him.
Cheng Yanmo stood quietly aside, looking at Cheng Zhanxiong pointing his finger at his chest. He smiled and said, "Dad, don't worry and go. Don't miss the auspicious time. I will run the company well. Have a good trip..."
Cheng Zhanxiong's eyes widened, and he cursed incoherently: "You, you are not a human..."
Cheng Yanmo's expression didn't change at all. "You were the first one to stop being human, you can't blame me for not being human."
Cheng Zhanxiong's fingers trembled more and more violently. He was so excited that his eyes widened and he died on the spot! Cheng Yanmo watched Cheng Zhanxiong take his last breath before he glanced down at his watch.
Seven minutes past twelve.
very good.
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