Chapter 261 Wei Chizheng, are you trying to turn the world upside down?
Wei Chizheng raised an eyebrow sarcastically, "So, when you die, I'll go and offer incense for you on time."
Wei Huaibo was so angry he almost lost his balance. If Butler Zhou hadn't caught him, he probably would have fallen.
Butler Zhou immediately helped him sit down, then reprimanded Wei Chizheng, "Second Young Master, the Master's health is not as good as before, especially in the last three years. The Master has been grieving over your death quite a bit. Can't you talk to the Master properly?"
Wei Chizheng pursed his thin lips, his expression turning icy. "Who do you think you are?"
Butler Zhou frowned. "Second Young Master, I know you look down on me, but you really shouldn't have treated the Master like this. The Master knows you're still alive, and he came all this way to find you, which shows your importance in his heart. You..."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud crash, and Butler Zhou was sent flying several meters away, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He looked weakly at Wei Chizheng.
As for Wei Chizheng, he stood tall and exuded an imperial aura. He looked down at the fallen Butler Zhou and said, "I hate dogs like you the most, dogs who can't tell right from wrong."
Wei Chizheng used all his strength in that kick, and Butler Zhou tried several times but couldn't get up.
Wei Huaibo glared angrily, gritting his teeth, "Wei Chizheng, are you trying to turn the world upside down?"
Wei Chizheng looked down at him casually, "What do you think?"
Wei Huaibo was stunned. He couldn't see any fatherly affection in Wei Chizheng's eyes, only cold-blooded ruthlessness.
Did he really do something wrong?
No, he can't be wrong, he can't be wrong in his entire life.
Wei Huaibo stared at him. "Tell me, how can you let the Wei family go?"
Wei Chi laughed out loud, then sat down again, crossing his legs with a lazy air. "See, this is the real reason you came, not because I'm still alive."
The feigned fatherly kindness was so obviously fake.
In Wei Huaibo's mind, nothing and no one is more important than his interests. If a conflict arises, he will not hesitate to sacrifice the other party.
Just like him, this biological son, once he lost his usefulness, he became an obstacle.
Then, Wei Chizheng pursed his lips, which were as sharp as blades, and said, "Since that's the case, let's make a deal. As long as you stand up and prove that Wei Jing is Pei Jingchuan who changed his name, I will kindly help you persuade my wife to let the Wei family go."
Wei Huaibo frowned, his brows furrowing even deeper. "Impossible."
Pei Jingchuan is also a wolf cub, but the two are too deeply intertwined in their interests. Just as he said, if his true identity is exposed, it means that he will also be dragged down.
Wei Huaibo will not allow himself to get into that situation.
Wei Chizheng sneered, "Fine, then let's change the terms."
Wei Huaibo's eyes lit up.
Then, Wei Chizheng said softly, "Go kneel down in front of my mother's grave and repent until she forgives you."
Suddenly, Wei Huaibo's face froze, as if he saw someone's shadow through Wei Chizheng. He remained silent for a long time before lowering his head.
"Ah Zheng, your mother committed suicide by jumping off a building due to depression. Isn't it unfair that you're blaming me for her death?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Chi clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force, as if sparks were stuck in his bones, ready to ignite at the slightest friction. A suppressed growl rolled down his throat, like a trapped beast whose tail had been stepped on, about to break free of its chains in the next second.
Just then, Xie Nanzhi grasped his tightly clenched fist, and at that moment, Wei Chizheng's tense body was relieved.
He gradually loosened his grip, his emotions calmed. "I'll try my best to let you see your life's work destroyed before you close your eyes."
Wei Chizheng had lost the desire to communicate with him. He got up and left. Wei Huaibo wanted to say something, but Xie Nanzhi stopped him.
"Mr. Wei, please wait a moment."
After saying that, he called a servant and said, "Show the guest out."
Several servants came over, blocked Wei Huaibo's way, and pointed to the doorway, saying, "Please come this way, gentlemen."
Wei Huaibo was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He knew his son's personality better than anyone else.
After giving him a deep look, Wei Huaibo snorted coldly and left.
Wei Chizheng went straight to the study. Xie Nanzhi knew he wanted to calm down, so she didn't follow him.
When Xie Nanzhi turned around, Nianchi was looking up at her with his head held high. "Mommy, that old man just now, wasn't that my biased grandpa?"
Because Nian Chi is mature, she mentioned Wei Huaibo when she talked about her past conflict with Wei Chi, and he knew quite a bit about him.
Xie Nanzhi gestured for silence and took her son's hand as they went downstairs.
Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, Xie Nanzhi nodded. "That's right, he's your grandfather."
Nianchi rested her chin on her hands, feeling a little sorry for Wei Chizheng. "Actually, he's had a tough time too, Mommy. I feel sorry for him."
Growing up in that environment, witnessing his mother die before his eyes, he never experienced maternal love, and almost never received paternal love. Later in life, he was abandoned.
If it were anyone else, they might have collapsed long ago and wouldn't be alive now. Wei Chizheng has already done very well.
Such a love-starved person knows how to love others.
This in itself is a miracle.
Xie Nanzhi looked at the tightly closed door upstairs, feeling only heartache.
After a long while, Xie Nanzhi gently pushed open the door to the study.
She immediately noticed Wei Chizheng's hand hanging by his side, his knuckles bruised.
At that moment, the cold wind from outside blew in through the half-open window, lifting the cuff of his shirt and revealing a scar on his forearm.
It was an old wound. Wei Chizheng had told her a little about it; he had cut himself.
His mother's death had a great impact on him. For a period of time, he went to extremes and harmed himself. This wound is the deepest, so much so that it can still be clearly seen now.
Wei Chizheng seemed oblivious, his head bowed as he looked at the documents, his brows slightly furrowed, his chapped lips pressed together, continuing to read. His once bright eyes seemed to have lost some of their sparkle.
Xie Nanzhi's fingertips had become cool at some point as she held a cup of warm water, with fine beads of water condensing on the cup's surface.
As she quietly walked to his side, she saw Wei Chizheng raise his hand to press his temples, his fingertips rubbing his brow, the movement revealing his unconcealed exhaustion.
"Have some water and take a break."
Xie Nanzhi handed over the water glass, speaking very softly, as if afraid of disturbing something.
He looked up at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then smiled. The moment she took the cup, she felt the temperature of his palm, which was even lower than the water temperature.
Wei Chizheng took a sip of warm water, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
Xie Nanzhi looked at the prominent veins on his neck and suddenly felt her eyes well up with tears.
At that moment, her heartache reached its peak.
He seemed to be used to processing all his bad emotions alone, carrying all the sharp and heavy burdens on his own, and only offering her the smooth, warm parts.
Even now, though he's clearly in so much pain, he still shows tenderness, saying, "Thank you, my wife."
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