"Alright, you can rest now!"
Yin Ruohong was not very polite and simply got up to leave.
However, before he could even leave the room, Huo Wenyuan called him back.
"President Yin, please wait!"
Yin Ruohong slowly turned around. "Is there anything else?"
Huo Wenyuan didn't speak, but simply beckoned him over. Yin Ruohong frowned in disdain, but couldn't bear to argue with an elder of his father's generation.
So he pulled a long face and plopped down on the sofa next to Huo Wenyuan's bed.
Old Master Huo looked at him, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his lips.
"What's going on?" Yin Ruohong glanced at his watch. It was almost lunchtime, and he needed to rush to the Yufeng Media building to see his precious daughter!
"President Yin," Huo Wenyuan's smile faded, his expression turned serious, and he asked in a low voice, "Have you found anything?"
Yin Ruohong's face stiffened, and his gaze darkened.
Huo Wenyuan understood seven or eight parts of the meaning just by looking at that expression.
“It’s alright, feel free to speak.” He chuckled. “I’ve lived for seventy or eighty years, what storms haven’t I weathered? Your little matter won’t scare me.”
Yin Ruohong pursed his lips. Even if he couldn't scare the old man, he still had to be careful with his words.
This is a habit he developed over many years of medical practice: to tell the truth, but not to be too blunt.
Just as he was thinking, Huo Wenyuan asked directly, "Is there something unclean in my medicine?"
Yin Ruohong straightened up, looked into his eyes, and nodded slightly.
Then he told him the truth: "I analyzed the dregs of the medicine. The medicine was made from the best ingredients, but the proportions were wrong. That kind of ratio will make you have a big appetite, especially if you like to eat high-oil and high-salt foods."
"Sir, at your age, eating high-oil and high-salt foods is harmful to your health in every way."
Huo Wenyuan's expression gradually turned grim.
“Furthermore,” Yin Ruohong continued, “your medicine contains an addictive ingredient, which, in my opinion, is a plant from Southeast Asia.”
"Poppy?"
“No,” Yin Ruohong said calmly, “but there are indeed many similar things in Southeast Asia. Some unscrupulous merchants will crush these kinds of plants and knead them into food, so that diners will always miss their food.”
Huo Wenyuan narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded gently.
This result was within his expectations, but hearing Yin Ruohong say it with his own ears still surprised him.
"Sir, it's best if you keep this to yourself and don't tell anyone," Yin Ruohong said in a low voice. "Your grandson, Huo Zhixing, is already investigating this matter in secret, so the fewer people who know, the better."
"Yes, I understand." Huo Wenyuan said without changing his expression.
The Huo family has many collateral relatives, and Huo Wenyuan has five children, three of whom live abroad, while only Huo Zhanpeng and Huo Zhanhe stay by his side.
It would be the easiest way to poison him.
Over the years, he has witnessed countless ups and downs, including deceit and betrayal, and even blood relatives turning against each other.
I never expected that despite my careful planning, I still couldn't escape this calamity.
Now that he is ill, the various factions within the Huo family have begun to stir again, each with their own agenda.
However, Huo Zhanpeng was not capable of handling things, and Huo Zhanhe had limited intelligence, so only Huo Zhixing was capable of shouldering heavy responsibilities.
Huo Zhixing had never disappointed him, and this time was no exception. He not only suppressed those forces but also managed the Huo family business in an orderly manner.
But all of this is done externally.
Internally, the Huo empire needs a mistress to manage household affairs, finances, balance relationships and interests among various parties, and be a strong support for the men.
The men fight on the front lines while the women guard the home front; this is how the Huo family can continue to prosper generation after generation.
Huo Wenyuan sighed deeply.
Over the years, he has only focused on cultivating a successor, but has neglected to choose a suitable matriarch for the successor.
Actually, Jiang Can was quite nice. After getting to know her a few times, he found that she didn't have the affectation of a typical girl. Instead, she exuded a noble air from the inside out, and her every move was poised and elegant. She wasn't intimidated at all standing next to Huo Zhixing.
only……
He had opposed it so vehemently before; he wondered if Jiang Can would be willing now.
“Sir,” Yin Ruohong stood up and nodded respectfully, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now. Tomorrow at the same time, I’ll unblock the meridians on the other half of your body.”
"Oh, okay." Huo Wenyuan said apologetically, "I'm so sorry to have made Chairman Yin laugh. It's easy to get distracted as you get older!"
Yin Ruohong took the coat from the maid, smiled casually, and said, "Old sir, you must have thought of something good?"
"It's about my grandson Huo Zhixing's wedding!"
"What?"
Yin Ruohong's eyes widened like saucers, and without even leaving the door, she plopped down on the sofa.
"Huo Zhixing is getting married? To whom?"
As far as he knew, Old Master Huo didn't seem to be too satisfied with Jiang Can, simply because he disliked that she didn't have a strong family background.
Now Huo Zhixing is actually getting married...
So, according to Huo Wenyuan's idea, he should definitely find someone of equal social standing! Huo Zhixing actually didn't object and even accepted it gladly?
That little bastard, how dare he play tricks on his daughter?!
Aren't you afraid he'll kill his grandfather with a single needle?
Huo Wenyuan was taken aback by his bitter and resentful expression.
"President Yin, what's going on...?"
Yin Ruohong shot her a sharp look, clenching her teeth tightly, and her face looked somewhat... ferocious.
Huo Wenyuan was even more confused.
How come the doctor got hurt just from getting an acupuncture needle?
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