When Su Ming was hiding in the bushes and eavesdropping on the conversation between Zhuang Li and Sun Baixi, Zhuang Shimiao was also hiding nearby and eavesdropping.
Because of this, he finally understood why Zhuang Li was willing to pay 2 billion to terminate the contract with the Sun family. Sure enough, the incident had been exposed, and it had been exposed so early. No one had expected Zhuang Li to be a master hacker.
Zhuang Li never received a good education, nor did he see the vast world outside, but he still became a top talent through self-study.
Before this, Zhuang Shimiao had never believed in the theories of race and genetics, but now he had no choice but to believe. The Zhuang family had gifted Zhuang Li with the best treasures since he was born: excellent genes and a smart brain.
Zhuang Shimiao pondered as he walked, his unwillingness growing stronger. If he lost to Zhuang Li due to external factors, he admitted that he didn't think he couldn't catch up or even surpass him through future efforts.
But he was born with a low IQ, a shortcoming he could never overcome. No matter how much effort he put in, he could never become a genius.
However, Zhuang Hong's favorite thing is genius. He graduated from the University of New Jersey with two doctorates. He is a genius himself and also advocates for the "Gray Man Theory."
In other words, from the day Zhuang Li returned to the banker's house, Zhuang Shimiao had already lost.
This realization tormented Zhuang Shimiao. Returning to his room, he belatedly realized that Sun Baixi's exposure also meant Zhuang Li had seen through his own thoughts. How would this man deal with him?
Zhuang Shimiao pondered this question all night. He could imagine that starting tomorrow, he would be ostracized by Zhuang Li, and that Sun Baixi, Duke, and others would also come after him to curry favor with Zhuang Li.
Zhuang Shimiao, who had long been accustomed to being highly praised, could not stand this grievance, so the next day, he naturally fell ill, and was very ill.
There was a lack of medical facilities on the island, so everyone had to call a boat to send him back early.
Zhuang Li and Su Ming stayed on the island to continue their vacation.
Six days later, Zhuang Li, who had not gotten any tan at all, returned to City C and just happened to have dinner with his grandfather.
As usual, Zhuang Hong sat in the main seat, with Zhuang Qingfeng and Huang Yaping sitting on his left and right respectively. Zhuang Shimiao was not there.
The food on the table was already half cold, but the bowls and chopsticks of the three people were neatly placed and had not been touched at all.
This shows that when Zhuang Hong received the call from his grandson, he ordered that he must wait until his grandson returned home before eating.
Zhuang Qingfeng's face was filled with impatience, but Huang Yaping smiled warmly. She hadn't seen her son for a few days and she missed him.
Zhuang Li handed the luggage to the housekeeper, walked straight towards Zhuang Hong, and stretched out his arms as if to hug him from a distance.
Zhuang Hong also stood up, laughed heartily, hugged his grandson, patted his grandson's back gently, and asked, "Did you have fun?"
"Happy! They originally wanted to play for a few more days, but I said my old man must miss me, so I have to go back." Zhuang Li spread his hands and smiled, "So, I'm back first."
Zhuang Hong was so coaxed by his grandson that his eyes were filled with smiles, but he waved his hands impatiently: "Go away, who misses you!"
Even so, he stretched his neck and shouted towards the kitchen: "Lao Wang, quickly bring out the soup that has been stewing all day."
In order to welcome his grandson home, he asked the chef to prepare food early in the morning.
Zhuang Li's laughter grew even more hearty, and he even ruffled his grandfather's white hair in a rebellious gesture. Both grandfather and grandson had the same curly hair. It was precisely because of this distinctive feature that the original owner had been recognized.
Zhuang Hong personally served a bowl of soup to his grandson and told him to drink more, but he himself did not eat a single sip. He just sat aside and watched kindly.
Zhuang Qingfeng, who had never enjoyed his father's love, had tears in his eyes. He also wanted to drink his father's soup.
Zhuang Hong glanced at him and said calmly, "Xiao Li, your father has asked Zhuang Shimiao to work in the company as the deputy director of the R&D department. What do you think? I want to send him abroad. Do you agree?"
Zhuang Qingfeng immediately looked at his son, his face full of dissatisfaction. Who was Zhuang Li to question his decision? What did he know?
Zhuang Li scooped a spoonful of soup and drank it slowly, his tone as cold as the old man's: "Let Zhuang Shimiao go to work in the company? This will kill him. I agree with Grandpa's opinion. Send him abroad and tell him not to come back again."
Zhuang Qingfeng was completely shocked. On the day he secretly took Zhuang Shimiao to complete the employment procedures, the old man said to him when he received the news: "You will kill Zhuang Shimiao by doing this."
What was going on between these two? Why were they both saying they would kill Shi Miao? Were they simply so intolerant of Shi Miao? After twenty-two years, even a dog would have developed feelings for him, right?
Zhuang Qingfeng was furious and heartbroken. He realized that his son was just as cold-blooded a monster as his father.
The smile on Huang Yaping's face vanished, and every bite of food tasted different. People are biased, and the deep affection they had for twenty-two years made her care more about Zhuang Shimiao's feelings.
She put down her dishes with a bang, wanting to scold her son for his heartlessness.
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Hong slapped the table and laughed heartily, praising: "As expected of my grandson, Zhuang Hong, you have a long-term vision. If you were really like your father—"
He glanced at Zhuang Qingfeng, his tone extremely disappointed. "I should have considered handing Hongtu over to professional managers. He's incompetent yet self-righteous, emotional and indecisive, listens to rumors and is stubborn. Your father has all the potential to ruin the family. I, Zhuang Hong, have been strong all my life, but in the end, I gave birth to such a loser son. How many old people will laugh at me when I go out?"
Zhuang Qingfeng gripped his chopsticks tightly, a look of humiliation on his face. He had grown up listening to these words.
He really didn't understand how he could be a satisfactory father. Was it his fault that he wasn't a genius?
Zhuang Hong sighed deeply, and his cloudy eyes lit up with joy as he looked at his grandson. "Fortunately, my grandson has inherited my excellent genes. Hongtu will be able to achieve great things in the future. Hahaha!"
He smiled happily, but Zhuang Qingfeng broke the chopsticks with a snap.
Just as the father and son were about to start arguing again, Zhuang Shimiao walked in carrying a briefcase, his face pale and his eyes moist. He seemed to have heard everyone's conversation.
"Grandpa, what did I do wrong? Tell me and I will change. I joined the company to help you." He slowly walked to Huang Yaping, his tone full of sadness.
Huang Yaping quickly held his hand, offering him silent comfort. She didn't have much say in the Zhuang family, but she had her own opinions. Of her two sons, she naturally supported Zhuang Shimiao, with whom she had a deep affection.
"Dad, why do you say that letting Shi Miao join the company will harm him? I really don't understand this."
After Huang Yaping questioned the old man, she looked straight at Zhuang Li and said carefully, "Xiao Li, Shi Miao told me that he won't fight with you for the Zhuang family's property. He just wants to work hard and make money to build a small family of his own. You don't need to be on guard against him or exclude him. He will never harm you, and please don't harm him. I don't expect you two brothers to love each other. I just hope that you can coexist peacefully and keep your distance. Is that not okay?"
Zhuang Qingfeng immediately chimed in: "In my eyes, they are both the same brothers. I won't be partial to one over the other. If Zhuang Li can go to work in the company, then Shi Miao can too."
Zhuang Qingfeng threw away the broken chopsticks and said in a firm tone for the first time, "Dad, I brought Shi Miao into the company. If you want to fire him, fire me first. I'll give this house to you and Zhuang Li, and I'll take Shi Miao and Ya Ping to live out. It's my freedom to decide who to leave my property to in the future. You have no right to interfere."
He is not completely penniless. When his mother passed away, she left him a legacy worth over ten billion yuan and 5% of Hongtu's shares. He will leave all these things to Zhuang Shimiao in the future.
As for Zhuang Li, doesn't he still have his old man? He can't afford to lose.
Huang Yaping agreed with her husband's words, but she did not agree with him. She just shook Zhuang Shimiao's hand tightly, implying that his parents would never give up on him.
This round seemed to be a draw. The dealer was completely divided into two camps.
Zhuang Hong stared at Zhuang Qingfeng for a long time, his eyes filled with disappointment and regret. His wife had instilled in their son the idea that "Dad is bad, you must stand on Mom's side and hate Dad together," so much so that he couldn't find a way to improve his relationship with his son.
He is not an emotionless machine, but his emotions need to be reciprocated. Every time he shows love and care, he is met with resistance and hatred, and he will get tired.
"Then you should move out today." Zhuang Hong said calmly.
Zhuang Qingfeng's fingertips trembled slightly. He had wanted to leave this home for a long time, but when the day finally came, he felt very uncomfortable.
Huang Yaping ordered the housekeeper, "Help us pack our luggage." She calmly accepted her father-in-law's decision.
Zhuang Shimiao subconsciously tightened his grip on his mother's hand, trying to maintain a calm exterior, but his heart was churning with grief. He simply didn't want to leave the Zhuang family.
Having lived as the eldest grandson of the Zhuang family for over twenty years, he had long since considered everything here his own. How could he possibly care about Zhuang Qingfeng's billion-dollar inheritance? He wanted it all! He wanted the grand plan and the connections behind the old man!
He wanted Zhuang Li to disappear completely. He wanted everyone to know that he was not a bastard, but the rightful heir of the Zhuang family!
But now he could only suppress these ambitions, lower his head and pretend to be sad.
Huang Yaping also patted the back of his hand sadly.
Zhuang Hong saw through Zhuang Shimiao's disguise immediately. He shook his head and sighed. His son and daughter-in-law were so stupid that he was at his wit's end.
Zhuang Li finally finished his soup.
He put down the spoon, picked up a wet tissue and slowly wiped his hands, then said slowly, "Grandpa has already arranged the best way out for Zhuang Shimiao. If he doesn't leave, and you don't let him leave, then no matter what happens in the future, you can't blame others. The path you chose is your own."
"Who are you threatening? What do you want to do to Shi Miao?" Zhuang Qingfeng slammed the table angrily.
Huang Yaping also showed an expression of extreme disappointment. This son's character had grown distorted. He was just like his grandfather, a cold-blooded animal who would do anything to achieve his goal!
Zhuang Hong shook his head and laughed sarcastically.
Zhuang Lizhe stood up, slowly approached Zhuang Shimiao, and whispered in his ear, "Do you believe that character determines destiny?"
Zhuang Shimiao pursed his lips and said nothing, his face extremely pale. He seemed to be very afraid of Zhuang Li's revenge.
"Grandpa wants you to live in peace, so I will respect Grandpa's opinion and not do anything to you." Zhuang Li patted Zhuang Shimiao's shoulder and predicted, "But if you insist on staying, then there's nothing I can do. I won't do anything to you because you're already on the road to self-destruction."
Zhuang Hong put down his bowl and chopsticks and said coldly, "What's the point of talking to these idiots? If they want to leave, let them go. No one should come back crying and beg me in the future."
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