The Feng family's old house, which was once bustling with activity, now fell into an eerie silence. The only sounds in the entire living room could be heard: the applause of Feng's father and Feng Ming's laughter.
After a long time, Feng Laoer followed his father and clapped his hands vigorously.
Feng Ming was genuinely happy, but Feng Er and Feng's father's expressions revealed a hint of gnashing resentment. They finally realized that they had been tricked.
The rest of the Feng family felt a surge of jealousy and bitterness, and were utterly miserable. The red wine they drank seemed to have transformed into a corrosive liquid like sulfuric acid, burning their hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys.
How had Yilan achieved this? Why had the unsuccessful third child been the one to rise to prominence overnight? What had he done?
His father was right. He had no other advantages since he was a child except luck! He was lucky!
Everyone had pink eye except Liao Meilan.
She was stunned for a long moment before she exclaimed, "Ah!" and opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. Praise her son's achievements? But it seemed all these achievements were created by Secretary Zhuang, and just a few days ago, she had been calling for his death, even trying to get rid of him with a million dollars.
When the check for one million was slapped in that person's face, he must have thought it was extremely ridiculous, right?
Thinking of this, Liao Meilan's cheeks turned red for the first time.
It was not until this moment that she realized how stupid and short-sighted she was, and that she almost destroyed everything for her son with her own hands.
Liao Meilan looked at Feng Ming tremblingly, but all she received was a cold, indifferent look. He no longer cared about his mother's opinion or attitude. Whether she was happy or sad, it couldn't affect him in the slightest.
As he said before, his mother's influence on him is almost zero.
What did a mother do to have her children treat her like nothing?
Liao Meilan's eyes trembled and tears welled up in her eyes. She gradually realized that she had done too many wrong things and had destroyed her son's respect and trust in her with her own hands.
No matter how successful the son is, he doesn't think these precious things can be shared with his mother. He just wants to return to the person he loves most as soon as possible.
Sadly, Liao Meilan was once the person he loved the most, but now she has been replaced by Secretary Zhuang.
"Where are you going?" Seeing her son get up and about to leave, Liao Meilan asked hurriedly.
"Sit down." Father Feng also ordered at the right time.
Feng Ming waved his hands impatiently. "I've already recorded the video of me giving up my inheritance rights. What else do you want? The press conference is over, so of course I have to go back to attend the celebration party. My boyfriend texted me to urge me to go."
He raised his phone and shook it, smiling very proudly.
Now that he is separated from his family, he can openly admit his relationship with Secretary Zhuang.
Father Feng sneered, "Boyfriend? Are you sure Secretary Zhuang thinks so? They sold you out, and you're still helping them count the money."
Feng Ming didn't want to listen to these divisive words, so he just got up and left.
Father Feng said in a deep voice, "Your beloved Secretary Zhuang played a big game. He's the only person who set a trap for me twice and made me jump into it unknowingly. The first time, he took advantage of Yilan's chaos and your desperate gamble to cheat all of Yilan's shares from me. The second time, he used your love affair with him to force a break between father and son. Do you think he really wants to be with you? He just uses you as a tool!"
Father Feng rubbed his thumb and index finger lightly and ordered, "Give me another cigar."
The mistresses and illegitimate children standing behind him hurriedly cut a cigar, lit it and handed it to him.
Hearing the last sentence, Feng Ming froze.
Father Feng looked at his tall, straight, yet slightly panicked figure and snorted coldly, "Do you know what Yilan's situation is like now? I've lost my shares, my people have all left, and you're left with nothing! Besides Secretary Zhuang, who else do you have close confidants of? Do you know how many close confidants Secretary Zhuang has in the company?"
Father Feng took a deep drag on his cigar and continued, "From R&D to marketing to management, everyone in the company is his confidant. He was also the one who negotiated the partnership with the State Investment Corporation, wasn't he? It seems he and Zheng Yan have a good personal relationship. Do you know how influential Zheng Yan is? Do you know how formidable Secretary Zhuang's connections are now?"
"Don't you realize you've become a loner? How could he, a straight man, date you so quickly? How could I possibly remove all my confidants without forcing a father-son split? Once Yilan goes public, the company will have to reissue shares, and I can use the shares held by these people to regain control of Yilan. He forced me to cut off my arms, and I didn't realize it until now."
Father Feng applauded again, then shook his head and sighed, "Secretary Zhuang is truly amazing. He knows every single person's mental state and behavior so well. He knows exactly when and which move to make for the greatest benefit. And you're just his most useful pawn."
"Look at the way he seized Yilan. Every move was calculated and deadly. He would eliminate anyone who stood in his way. You've also seen what happened to Lu Jiangbai, the man who betrayed him, right?"
Father Feng pointed at his children and sneered, "If these people are wolves, then Secretary Zhuang is a tiger. You've heard the saying, 'There's no room for two tigers in one mountain,' right? Now you're a lone commander. Apart from that little bit of stock, what bargaining chip do you have to compete with him? Sooner or later, he'll take all of Yilan away. His world won't accommodate anyone except himself."
Father Feng stubbed out his cigarette with a hammer and waved his hands wearily and dejectedly, "No one can control Secretary Zhuang, not even me. You're on your own. I can't help you."
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and sighed.
Feng Ming stood there, with his back to everyone, motionless for a long time.
Feng Lao Ba murmured, "No way. Secretary Zhuang is just a secretary. He deliberately became gay with Third Brother just to deal with you? That price is too high, isn't it? What's his intention?"
Don't think she didn't see the kiss mark on San Ge's neck. How could an average straight man tolerate being pressed down by another man?
Father Feng sneered, "You should ask your third brother about this. He gave away 20% of his shares to Secretary Zhuang in order to keep her. Secretary Zhuang isn't just a secretary; he's the boss of the company! If he gets rid of me, the boss behind the scenes, Yilan will have the final say."
20% of the shares? How much would that be worth after Yilan went public? Feng Laoba roughly calculated the amount and was immediately shocked.
Hundreds of millions or even billions of wealth can indeed drive anyone crazy.
Liao Meilan screamed, "What? You gave all these shares to Secretary Zhuang? Why didn't you give them to me? I'm your mother!"
In the blink of an eye, she was lost in this huge wealth. No amount of introspection can change a person's greedy nature.
Feng Ming was heartbroken by the scream. He finally moved his stiff legs and strode out of the old house.
This home was always filled with darkness and calculations. Every time he came back, he couldn't feel a trace of warmth, only endless disappointment and coldness.
Feng Ming rushed back to the company.
When he confirmed through text message that Mr. Secretary was waiting for him in the office, he wanted to smile, but the corners of his mouth were stiff and unable to move.
The thin door seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he had to use all his strength to push it open a crack.
He stood in front of the door, too frightened to go near.
Zhuang Li saw him through the crack in the door and waved him with a smile: "Come in and change your clothes. I've prepared a formal dress for you to wear to the banquet."
Feng Ming walked in with his head held high, and sat stiffly on the sofa, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the person who was so close yet so far away.
He always knew that this relationship began with revenge, impulse, and a crazy idea.
But none of this matters, he believes that sincerity will be reciprocated with sincerity.
However, his heart was torn when he realized that this relationship might have just started out as a carefully planned conspiracy.
Calculating sincerity without intention is like multiplying 0 by 1; the answer is always 0. Under such circumstances, how could he possibly win? Secretary Zhuang was probably weighing his sincerity on the scales, calculating its value.
Feng Ming clenched his fists, feeling so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.
Zhuang Li immediately noticed his abnormality and reached out to untie his tie while asking, "What's wrong with you?"
Feng Ming blocked his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you using me? You agreed to date me so that you could plot against my dad, right?"
Only after learning that his son had come out publicly would Feng's father resort to the irreversible tactic of revoking his inheritance rights to force his son to surrender.
So, everything was planned, right?
Zhuang Li withdrew his hand and slowly leaned back in his chair. The expression on his face changed from relaxed to serious and deep.
The suddenly cold atmosphere made Feng Ming vaguely realize that his father was right.
The complete break between Yilan and the Feng Group, the collective resignation of senior executives, the major purge within the company, and the sudden emergence of new products were all the result of this person's calculations.
Feng Ming's eyes gradually became damp and hot, and the dull pain in his heart tortured his nerves again and again.
If the real Secretary Zhuang was such a heartless person, he didn't know how to move forward in the future. He felt hopeless.
7480 sighed, "That's just the beginning! Is being used by the master so strange? Who in this bureau hasn't been used by the master? Wu Qiqi, Wu Zirui, Lu Jiangbai, Zhang Hu, Zhu Bi, your second sister, your mother, your father...everyone, from the smallest to the smallest, has been used to their heart's content. Do you feel better now that I've said that?"
It’s a pity that Feng Ming couldn’t hear what 7480 said. Even if he heard it, he wouldn’t feel comfortable, but would only feel more uncomfortable.
Zhuang Li took off his glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with a fine velvet cloth. His extremely handsome face was completely calm and unfathomable.
This is his habitual action when thinking about problems.
Usually when he takes off his glasses, something bad happens.
Feng Ming finally broke free from his confusion and pain, and said fearfully, "Forget it, you don't have to answer me. I'm going to go change my clothes!"
Rather than exposing everything and being ruthlessly abandoned, he would rather live in lies all his life.
He must be out of his mind to run to Secretary Zhuang and ask such a question that is equivalent to breaking up the relationship!
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