Gao Shengqing and Zhang Hu hurried to the police station.
The director of the Sacred Heart Orphanage was making a big fuss in the mediation room, saying she would sue the Zhang family to death.
Luo Chu was almost strangled to death by Wu Zirui and is now admitted to the hospital.
Wu Zirui was completely numb. He sat in the interrogation room, banging his head against the wall. To prevent him from getting into an accident, the police had to move him to a sobering room, which was covered with sponge partitions to prevent him from harming himself.
He seemed to be more shocked than the victim Luo Chu.
No matter how the police interrogated him, he refused to tell the truth and just kept begging: "Don't look for my dad and grandma, please! Don't look for them, I can handle it myself."
But what else could he do besides kill? Without Zhuang Li and Zhu Bi, he was worse than trash. He couldn't even handle Luo Chu.
The impact of this incident on Wu Zirui was devastating. He began to doubt himself, the world, and even the meaning of rebirth. He simply didn't want to live anymore.
Zhang Hu and Gao Shengqing were also extremely annoyed.
The director of the Sacred Heart Orphanage is a mercenary with no moral compass. She repeatedly threatened to report the incident to the media, even alleging that Zhang Hu, while visiting the orphanage to show his love, had also molested the children. Wu Zirui learned how to molest Luo Chu from him. Both father and son are not good people.
These things were of course unfounded, but the headmistress had control over all the orphans. They would say whatever she told them to.
In the eyes of the public, children will not lie. The rumormonger only needs to open his mouth and the victim will not be able to clarify even if he runs himself rashly.
What's more, Zhang Hu's reputation is not good to begin with, and he will inevitably be questioned and attacked by everyone.
In this age of advanced consulting, spreading rumors is free of charge.
"How much do you want? Name your price!" Zhang Hu said with a grim face.
Gao Shengqing pressed the back of his hand, signaling him not to act rashly. This kind of person is a bottomless pit. Give her money once, and she'll come back for it a second time, and a third time. The best way to deal with this is to find evidence of their fabrication.
"Fifty million!" The dean stretched out a slap.
She would ask for 20 million just for Wu Zirui's child, so of course she would ask for more for this wealthy mother and son.
Zhang Hu burst into laughter and was about to curse when his phone rang like a death rat. He had no intention of answering it, but after checking the caller ID, he suppressed his anger and ran outside the mediation room.
"Hey, little genius, why did you think of calling your uncle?" Zhang Hu smiled brightly, with no trace of his previous anger on his face.
How could he not answer the phone when the little girl called him for the first time? What if she encountered a problem that she couldn't solve and asked him for help?
If he missed this call, Zhang Hu would feel uneasy all day long.
However, his worries were completely unnecessary. Shu Bi said with a smile, "Uncle, you wanted to sponsor my studies before and even found me a good school, but I didn't thank you properly. You are a good person. You helped me, and I want to help you too.
"I deleted all the photos and videos from the director and Luo Chu's phones. I also told the children in the orphanage not to help the director lie. I sent you a few recordings on WeChat, please listen to them. I have been monitoring the director and Luo Chu's phones the entire time, and I knew last night what they were planning to do. I recorded their conversations, and this is all evidence of their lies."
Zhang Hu was stunned. It took him a while to process what he heard before he asked in surprise, "Are you a hacker?"
"Yeah, I'm super awesome!" ShuBi smiled proudly, then ordered crisply, "Uncle, on your way home, remember to pick a few pomelo leaves and take them back with you to bathe in. They can dispel bad luck. Anyone who gets involved with Wu Zirui will be unlucky, I tell you!"
"Okay, I understand." Zhang Hu agreed in a daze.
"Uncle, am I being righteous?" Zhu Bi first stepped on Wu Zirui and then lifted herself up.
"You are so loyal." Zhang Hu couldn't stop laughing.
"Hahaha, you're nice to me, so of course I'll be nice to you too! Uncle, I still have a lot of work to do, so I'm hanging up now. Bye."
"Bye. No matter how busy you are, remember to eat and sleep on time. You are still growing." Zhang Hu reminded him worriedly.
In response, he was greeted by Zhu Bi's silver bell-like laughter.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Hu opened WeChat, listened to the recordings, and then completely relaxed.
Good deeds are rewarded; that's truly true. He had just regretted donating to the Sacred Heart Orphanage, but now he felt incredibly grateful. There are always some people in this world who make you realize how joyful it is to help others.
After returning to the mediation room, Zhang Hu played several recordings to the dean without saying a word.
The confidence and arrogance on this person's face gradually turned into guilt and fear.
In the end, Zhang Hu successfully rescued Wu Zirui, and then went to a large hospital to help him find a very professional psychologist.
The psychologist conducted a series of psychological tests on Wu Zirui and issued a hospitalization order on the same day.
Zhang Hu rushed around to settle Wu Zirui down, and was exhausted when he left the hospital. This son was simply here to collect debts!
On the way back, he asked the driver to drive slower and take a longer route. He leaned against the window, staring at every tree along the way, repeatedly asking, "Mom, is this a pomelo tree? Mom, look, look, is this a pomelo tree? Mom, do you know where there are pomelo trees in G City?"
Gao Shengqing: "..." This son is also mentally disturbed!
After walking around the city three times, Zhang Hu finally found a few pomelo trees. He secretly picked a handful of pomelo leaves and took them back to take a bath.
But the bad luck could not be washed away after all.
Wu Zirui became quiet after returning from the hospital, and seemed to have grown sensible. He always liked to hide in a corner, reading a religious book silently. He would not deliberately try to please anyone, but was immersed in his own world.
Over time, Gao Shengqing softened her heart and would find time every day to talk to her grandson and enlighten him.
But half a year later, the servant in the family secretly told Gao Shengqing that she saw the young master pour all the medicine into the toilet and replace it with another kind of pills.
Six months later, Zhang Hu's surgery was successful and he entered the recovery period. He had to swallow a large number of pills every day to ensure the self-growth and repair of his vas deferens.
If the medicine is not suitable, the final result will be failure. Zhang Hu will never be able to have a healthy body.
Gao Shengqing could guess without thinking why Wu Zirui did this.
He is like a cuckoo chick that pushes all the eggs in the nest, even the hatched chicks, off the treetops and smashes them to pieces. He wants to make sure he is the only child in the family and thus monopolize all the resources.
That's his nature, and it can never change.
Gao Shengqing held his forehead and smiled coldly. After laughing, he told the servants not to say anything, then took a few pills from the bottle and took them to Mr. Zhuang's research institute for testing.
The test results came back quickly. These pills were just cold medicine or vitamins. They wouldn't kill him, but they would delay Zhang Hu's treatment. If he didn't take the pills for a week, his vas deferens would become necrotic.
This scared Gao Shengqing so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly called his son and asked him to come to the institute for a physical examination.
Fortunately, Zhang Hu had not stopped taking his medicine for seven days, so he would be fine after taking a few bottles of medicine.
This incident completely chilled Gao Shengqing's heart. After returning home, she dumped the bottles of medicine he had replaced into the trash can in front of Wu Zirui and asked, "Do you know why I did this?"
Wu Zirui, who had been wearing a mask of melancholy, finally couldn't pretend anymore. He took a few steps back, his body shaking uncontrollably.
"I can't teach you anymore. You should leave the Zhang family tonight." Gao Shengqing waved his hand tiredly.
She had given the child chances, time and again, but he had made the worst choice every time.
Zhang Hu didn't even show his face. He was almost furious! He was afraid that if he walked into the living room and saw the child's miserable face, he would be unable to help but raise his fist.
Wu Zirui was sent to the militarized school that night.
He could even intentionally harm his own father, so his psychological endurance must be very strong.
Before, Gao Shengqing was afraid that he would hurt himself, so she thought of taking him home to take care of him. However, this decision almost made her regret for the rest of her life.
She would never trust this child again.
---
A year later, the inheritance dispute game set by Feng's father also ended.
On the day when the results were to be announced, Feng Ming brought Zhuang Li back to the old house to watch the show.
"Dad, this is my boyfriend, do you know him?" Feng Ming happily took Zhuang Li into his arms.
"Hello, Mr. Feng." Zhuang Li bowed.
"Hey, are you bringing this back to meet your parents? Are you ready to cross the river?" Feng Lao Er walked in from outside with a smile and teased, "Come here, sister will give you a red envelope."
Feng Ming rolled his eyes.
Zhuang Li opened his palms and said, "Okay, thank you, Second Sister." This was an admission that he was here to meet the parents for a brief conversation. Feng Ming's second sister was naturally also his second sister.
He was using practical actions to tell the Feng family: I am serious about this relationship, and Feng Ming is not just one-sided.
Feng Ming opened his eyes wide, his face filled with disbelief. He had thought he would have to wait a long time for this day.
Feng Laoer reacted quickly and immediately took out his mobile phone to send a WeChat red envelope.
Liao Meilan's face was shaking all the time. She wanted to laugh but couldn't, and she wanted to be angry but didn't dare. Her expression looked very distorted.
Father Feng, with a solemn expression on his face, was only slightly taken aback before he pulled out a red envelope from his pocket and sighed, "I actually prepared some for you. Take it. Love is no joke. Since you're together, just be good to each other and don't make trouble. Feng Ming is young, so please bear with him from now on. It's his luck that he met you."
"I will treat him well, please rest assured. I am not young anymore and can't stand the hardship. It's fine for us to live like this for the rest of our lives." Zhuang Li took the red envelope respectfully.
His attitude made Father Feng very satisfied, so a smile appeared on his face.
He could accept his son's homosexuality because of the longevity drugs and cancer vaccines, and also because of Yilan's strong rise.
As people age, they become afraid of death; this is inevitable. After word spread that Feng Ming and Zhuang Li were a couple, countless high-ranking figures called Feng's father, asking him to help them connect with Zhuang Li and eagerly expressing their admiration.
Only then did Feng's father come to his senses.
Yes, his son had taken care of Zhuang Li, which was a good thing! Why would he stop him? He had so many children, was he counting on Feng Ming to carry on the Feng family line?
If such a capable son-in-law runs away, it will be a loss of hundreds of billions!
Therefore, when Feng's father heard that Zhuang Li was coming to visit, he prepared a red envelope.
Although the other members of the Feng family were quite unhappy, they all put on fawning smiles and offered their blessings one by one.
Feng Ming was so happy that he was silly. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have wanted to hug Mr. Da Mi and give him a few big kisses.
Father Feng raised his hand and pressed it down, motioning for everyone to take a seat. He then slowly said, "Feng Ming will be the heir to the Feng family from now on. I will unload my burdens as soon as possible and complete the retirement procedures. The Feng family will rely on him from now on."
Everyone was stunned, including Feng Ming.
Only Zhuang Li and Feng Laoer showed the expected calm expressions.
"Dad, Feng Ming has issued a statement giving up his inheritance rights. He is not qualified to inherit the Feng family!" Someone growled.
Someone immediately chimed in, "Yes, Feng Ming's company has already gone public. He made so much money last year. Why would he come back and fight with us for the Feng family's wealth? Why would he take advantage of everything in the world? Dad, there has to be a limit to your partiality!"
"As long as I'm still here, no matter how many statements he makes, it's all in vain." Father Feng looked around at the faces of the crowd, some resentful, some unwilling, and sneered, "I chose him as my successor because he won more beautifully than anyone else, not out of favoritism. Have you ever considered the real reason why I gave each of you a company?"
Everyone was silent.
They never thought about this problem.
"Turning a profit is naturally one of the criteria for success, but in my heart, I have another standard, but it's too high, so I haven't expressed it. I always tell you: Your wings are strong enough, and if you want to fly, you can do so anytime, and I will never stop you. But have any of you truly considered what it means to have strong wings?
"I'm giving you a company. Who among you wants to completely control it? Who among you has ever thought about turning it into your own private property? What does it mean to have strong wings? If you can get rid of me and the Feng family, you can still fly higher. That's what it means to have strong wings!"
Father Feng lit a cigar and, through the swirling smoke, looked at the shocked children one by one. He continued, "My real purpose in giving you the company is to allow you to start your own business. A Feng family that belongs entirely to you, a business that you manage with your own hands. This is the property I plan to share with you. Cash, real estate, antiques, and jewelry are all empty promises."
"Only those who can do this will I trust Fengshi with confidence. I want to choose an eagle, not a sparrow! You take whatever I give you, and if I don't give it to you, you won't even dare to touch it. I despise such cowards!"
The living room was completely silent. The standard set by Father Feng was so high that it left everyone speechless.
It turns out that what he hoped to see was counterattack and transcendence, not obedience.
"But Feng Ming didn't win either! He can be where he is today because Zhuang Li is helping him! This is not fair!" Feng Lao Ba shouted unwillingly.
"Is it so hard to admit you're inferior to others? If Zhuang Li were your secretary, would you dare obey him in everything? Would you dare sell all your property to help him fill his hole? Would you dare give him half of your shares for free? Would you dare to trust him wholeheartedly and not be afraid of backlash? If you don't dare, he can only be a secretary under you."
Father Feng's words shut everyone up.
Yes, without Feng Ming's courage, no one could make good use of Secretary Zhuang. Only by partnering with Feng Ming could he fully unleash his talents. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been buried in the Lu Corporation for so many years.
"Whoever thinks he can do a better job than Feng Ming in taking over the Feng family, please raise your hand so I can see." Father Feng passed a lit cigar over each person.
No one raised their hand. Feng Ming had Zhuang Li's help, so who could defeat him?
Feng Ming tried to raise his hand. He didn't want the Feng family.
Zhuang Li, however, held the back of his hand, signaling him to accept the decision. Managing the Feng family wasn't a big deal. If Feng's father wanted to give it to them, why wouldn't they take it?
Feng Ming is also a member of the Feng family, so he is fully qualified.
Feng Ming immediately held Mr. Da Mi's hand and lightly tickled his palm with his fingers, indicating that he would be obedient.
Seeing the two people's little movements, Feng's father's tense face slowly relaxed. Feng's family was under the management of Zhuang Li, so he was naturally relieved.
7480 sighed, "What a lucky god! With a master, he has everything!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
