Shen Changchuan: "You never remember what I say." He said this without any emotion, his calmness sending a chill down one's spine.
Shen Lao Er remained defiant. "Did I say something wrong... ah..."
Shen Changchuan kicked him in the leg with all his might.
Shen Lao Er wanted to scream in pain, but he couldn't make a sound because Zhou Gang had covered his mouth.
Grandpa Shen gripped the blanket tightly; he knew how hard his son's kick had been. "Is your second brother's leg broken?"
Shen Changchuan: "It's no use keeping legs if you don't learn your lesson!"
Old Master Shen suppressed his anger. "Are you trying to teach my second brother a lesson?"
I see you and Su Zhaohai have some dealings going on, otherwise, would I be able to sit down and talk to him?
Zhou Gang covered Shen Lao Er's mouth and dragged him out. Only then did Shen Changchuan speak.
"I've never told you that I'm on good terms with him, have I?"
If I had said a word to his eldest son, to delay things, perhaps he wouldn't have died. But I didn't say a word.
Of course, his death was deserved.
"So Su Zhaohai's wife cursed me, saying I shouldn't have found my son, that my son should have died out there, and that my son's children shouldn't be alive either." After saying this, Shen Changchuan looked at his father.
"What? This...this...is everything you said true!" Old Master Shen asked.
"Back then, my sister-in-law took Yinghong to see the ducks she was raising..." Shen Changchuan slowly told his father the story of raising ducks.
"...Not only Su Zhaohai's eldest son, but his youngest son would not have died without me and Wei Aiguo."
Moreover, it was my instigation that forced Su Zhaohai to kill his own youngest son. Although I have no evidence, I am certain that his youngest son killed him himself.
Su Zhaohai is well aware that I stood idly by regarding his eldest son's affairs.
He knew I had fueled his youngest son's affair.
With such animosity, how could he possibly be a close friend to you despite the age gap?
Will the things he encourages you to do be good for you?
You've come to my door three times already, I wonder what good you've gotten out of it?
I've said it before, Xiaoyan is definitely not someone you can control.
How does it feel to be called a traitor by a junior?
Old Master Shen patted the bed, "You never talk to me about these things, how am I supposed to know what you're thinking?"
Shen Changchuan sighed, his voice filled with endless weariness and helplessness. "You're good at scheming but not at planning."
When my father-in-law was alive, you were the housekeeper because you were good at math, and also because of your friendship with him.
With his vast fortune, you can answer any question about his business, from the inflows and outflows of funds to events within the last five years, even something as small as a few feet of cloth, without needing to check the accounts. You can explain everything perfectly without any discrepancies.
He said you're a walking abacus.
The task he asked you to do was manage the financial inflows and outflows of his large business.
All interpersonal relationships and business operations were entrusted to the manager, Quan Laifu.
The reason is that you're not good at planning!
When my father-in-law was in charge of the family business during the Qingming Festival, he later handed it over to my sister-in-law. As the housekeeper, you have no say in anything.
Don't you know that Quan Laifu's words carry more weight than yours?
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