When Wang Fufeng is mentioned, everyone has mixed feelings.
At first, they guessed that the eldest and second branches of the Wang family were fighting for power, and the eldest son of the third branch was deliberately feigning illness, waiting for the two sides to fight so that the third son could benefit.
However, Zheng Ruqian personally confirmed that Wang Fufeng was indeed terminally ill and as frail as a willow in the wind.
It's impossible for the third wife to fight over the family property for a sickly son.
Previous speculations were overturned, and Wang Fufeng's position became unclear. He seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist, making him impossible to see or understand.
That's fine. As long as he's a member of the Wang family, and as long as he wants to stir up trouble in the Wang family's mess, Xu Mo is willing to cooperate with him.
But now, Wang Fufeng is gone.
Not only did the entire Wang family keep quiet about him, but the third branch of the family also showed no sign of anxiety. The third master of the Wang family even held a banquet at Youranju to entertain his friends, and he got so drunk that he was completely satisfied.
Those who know him are happy because the Sun family is in chaos, but those who don't might think he's celebrating the disappearance of his eldest son.
Xu Mo sent people to investigate the vicinity of the Wang family several times. They could talk about anything, but whenever Wang Fufeng was mentioned, the servants of the Wang family would shut their mouths, as if they couldn't say anything.
Left with no other option, Master Zheng was sent out of the mountains and leisurely approached Wang Mingyu.
This son of the second wife still acted arrogantly, always believing he was right. Anyone who dared to argue with him about fairness would be either humiliated or beaten.
When Zheng Ruqian found him, he was pointing his finger at a young man in plain clothes and scolding him.
“I want this, so what? There’s no first come, first served, only how much money you’re willing to pay. I’ll pay more, and the boss is willing to sell it to me. What are you arguing about?” Wang Mingyu glared at him. “If you’re so capable, then you pay for it.”
As expected, a scoundrel is a scoundrel. No matter how righteous he is, he has no connection with the word "good person".
Zheng Ruqian stood behind him and coughed lightly twice.
Before Wang Mingyu could even turn around, a string of curses came first, "Who's coughing behind me? If you don't need your trachea, you can have it removed. I'll pay for a doctor for you..."
Upon realizing it was Zheng Ruqian, his eyes lit up, and he quickly swallowed the rest of his vulgar words, chuckling, "Brother Zheng, what brings you here?"
Zheng Ruqian's principle for communicating with scoundrels is to go along with them and occasionally offer a small suggestion, making him seem a little different from those who fawn over others.
Faced with the current situation, Zheng Ruqian said, "You've taken a fancy to the same thing as someone else again? It does suit you very well, but we are the young masters of the Wang family, and we don't lack this kind of thing. Why do we have to compete with ordinary people? Let's look over there, what if there's something better?"
Wang Mingyu straightened his back after hearing this.
Yes, yes, he is the son of the Wang family. How could he compete with ordinary people for things? Brother Zheng is right.
Wang Mingyu immediately waved his hand arrogantly, "Brother Zheng is right. Let's go take a look ahead. This piece of junk is yours."
After saying that, he waddled forward like a rooster with its feathers standing on end.
Zheng Ruqian suppressed a laugh and followed, and when he passed the young man in plain clothes, he didn't forget to cup his hands in apology.
The young man in plain clothes, "..."
Wang Mingyu enjoys shopping at markets with Zheng Ruqian, not only because Zheng is good at flattering and offering insightful opinions, but also because Zheng has a keen eye for bargaining and has saved Wang Mingyu from being ripped off several times.
The jade pendant that the merchant clearly wanted for ten taels of silver could be taken away for only one tael of silver after Zheng Ruqian spoke to it.
Wang Mingyu was deeply moved, tears streaming down his face, realizing how much money he had lost in the past.
“It’s nothing, you’re doing a good deed.” Zheng Ruqian shook his head. “You’ve saved so many impoverished merchants.”
In the past, you needed to sell three orders to have enough to eat, but selling you one order can feed you for half a year.
"Really?" Wang Mingyu was stunned.
Seeing that they had already bought several jade pendants, more than a dozen paperweights, and more than a dozen bundles of Xuan paper, and that the arms of their two personal servants were almost touching the ground, Zheng Ruqian finally invited Wang Mingyu to go to the teahouse for tea.
Incidentally, I kindly asked the two servants to take the things back.
The servant was moved to tears, and Wang Mingyu remarked, "Brother Zheng is truly kind-hearted."
Zheng Ruqian grinned, showing his big teeth, and poured himself a cup of cheap tea, secretly pleased that he had finally gotten rid of the person.
After Wang Mingyu finished his tea, he asked thoughtfully, "Brother Wang, do you know Wang Fufeng?"
Steam immediately rose from the tea table.
Wang Mingyu swallowed a mouthful of tea and then vomited it out, asking, "Why are you asking him about something?"
"Well, I just thought the name sounded a bit too girly, so I was just curious." Zheng Ruqian said casually. "If you don't know, you don't have to answer."
Oh dear, Young Master Wang's temper is flaring up.
Others might not know, but how could he not? He's the young master of the Wang family!
"I'm telling you this, but don't tell anyone else," Wang Mingyu said in a low voice, feigning mystery. "This Wang Fufeng is my cousin."
Zheng Ruqian remained expressionless; he knew that.
Wang Mingyu continued, "However, my cousin is sickly. The whole family knows he doesn't have many years left to live, so no one usually takes care of him. Even my third uncle values me more than him, hoping that I will take care of him in his old age."
This is also the key reason why he acted recklessly and without restraint.
Zheng Ruqian nodded, his expression finally showing a slight change.
Wang Mingyu thought he had shocked him, so he continued to spill the beans, "But my third uncle just didn't care much about him before, but a few days ago he directly had someone lock him up, saying he was going to teach him a lesson. It's a pity that my cousin is so weak, he might die if he's locked up for a few days."
Zheng Ruqian was taken aback, his expression gradually became serious, and his heart sank.
"You know, my third uncle is really too much. My cousin may not live long, but he's still his own son. How could he be so heartless?" Wang Mingyu pouted. "How can there be such a father and son in the world? Luckily, he's not my father."
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