Chapter 62 "It couldn't be kept from them for long anyway..."
"We couldn't hide it from them for long anyway. Making such a big fuss is too noisy and makes us a laughing stock."
"And the couple left as soon as they saw me."
Liu Duanhe had never seen the old man so weak, like a withered tree that had lost all its moisture, his face a clear, deathly yellow.
He was so frightened that he almost dared not move forward. Liu Yi, still looking at him, moved his lips and said, "Xiao He, come here."
He gave a weak laugh and said, "Grandpa is too ugly now. Your grandma will definitely be disgusted when she sees me."
Liu Duanhe was speechless.
Liu Yi remained unconcerned and continued talking to himself.
"When I called you back after you injured your head, I didn't actually finish what I was saying."
At this point, he suddenly remembered, "Oh right, Xiao He, close the door."
The medical staff who were sitting on the chair by the bed got up and left, closing the door behind them.
Liu Yi still felt a pang of sadness as he recalled his conversation with his son and daughter-in-law.
Given his son and daughter-in-law's ruthless, hyena-like personalities, nothing is more tangible than financial gain, whether it's companionship or family. If someone offered them a choice between him and his mother combined and the right to inherit the company, the old man would probably choose the company's inheritance without hesitation.
The older Liu Yi got, the more he felt he had seen through money and power. Money was just a piece of waste paper at first, but people gave it value. In reality, people were worth less than money. Liu Rumeng became more and more restless. Everyone was shallow and full of self-interest. Or maybe he had always been like this.
He sighed, “You are just like your father. You always judge others by their value in your heart, picking and choosing them instead of treating them as real, flesh-and-blood people. But the process of objectifying others is also the process of objectifying yourself.”
“I’m not saying this to criticize or blame you. I just hope you can live a good life and be more relaxed and happy. I’ve left almost all the family’s money to you. I’ve only left your father the family’s trust fund, as well as the shares and some shops and houses that were exchanged with your mother’s family.”
Liu Yi still clearly understands that he became a beneficiary because of the blessings of his ancestors, the dividends of the times, his decent personal abilities, and his hard work in his youth. He has the time and energy to think about the social philosophy he studied in college in his later years.
Contentment with poverty is not a spiritual realm that ordinary people can reach. He himself is just an ordinary person with some shallow views. Even if he knows these things, he will still be swept up and unable to sink into them. Without money, it is impossible to move an inch.
Therefore, Liu Yi still secretly hoped that Liu Duanhe could live a happy and fulfilling life without regrets, so that he could at least smile when he saw his wife.
"Grandpa only hopes you can be happy. Choose what you like from what I taught you before. You don't have to do what I don't like. The same goes for your parents. Don't listen to them."
Liu Yi's words were still broken and intermittent. Liu Duanhe listened in silence, wanting several times to interrupt him, tell him to stop talking, get some rest, and that he would be fine.
Of course, when he heard his grandfather admit that he was the final victor, he inevitably felt the satisfaction and happiness he had been looking forward to, but this was followed by confusion and sadness.
His rise to power undoubtedly marks the end of the Liu Yireng era, and his previous guess was correct; his grandfather had held on for him until today.
As he learned how much his grandfather cared for him, he also became almost certain that his grandfather was about to leave him.
Liu Yireng's eyes were almost vacant. It is said that people who are seriously ill and about to die will gradually lose their five senses, step by step losing their sense of smell, taste, hearing, and sight. He seemed to be talking to himself as if no one else was around, slowly recounting his story.
"Only today do I have the courage to admit that I don't know how to raise children. I've corrupted your father. He's a man who doesn't care about his family at all; he only cares about profit."
From the moment he abandoned his college sweetheart of four years and asked me to find him a marriage partner who could best help him, I knew his heart was cold.
You're a good child, Grandpa is sorry.
Liu Yi still turned his head to look at him.
Liu Duanhe took a few steps and knelt down in front of the bed. He used to dislike, even hate, Liu Yi. Every time he opened his mouth, he talked about feelings and family. Even though they hated each other, he still made them maintain a false peace.
Genuine feelings are indeed precious, but because of this, there are many fakes. How much genuine affection exists between blood relatives? How can eating meat in front of a beggar not upset him?
But today, Liu Duanhe was surprisingly calm. He was even able to think along with Liu Yi's words, which he had said countless times and which he could recite from memory. This was probably the first time he had ever done so.
sincere.
Perhaps it exists, and maybe he encountered it.
Liu Duanhe looked up and grasped his aged hand. The flesh that had grown from years of pampered living had been mostly consumed by illness in recent years. Now his hand still had its original large shape, covered only by a layer of skin. Its withered yellow skin matched his face, like a tree by the roadside that had been withered and decayed by the cold.
He murmured, "We should have hardened our hearts and taken you away back then. Your grandmother said that we should take you and raise you. Your parents are really irresponsible and disgraceful."
“I didn’t listen. I felt it was inappropriate to take the child away from the parents.”
Liu Duanhe patted his arm and comforted him, "I'm fine, Grandpa, it's okay."
This is what he says most often lately. Everyone thinks he's not doing well now, but he's actually doing alright. Grandpa is right, maybe he really was spoiled by his parents. He has very low expectations of people.
Lower your expectations; without expectations, without excessive hopes, there will be no disappointment.
Liu Yi's arm was empty under his sleeve, as if it were just a bunch of bones. The hard bones pressed against his hand bones, pressing against each other, resisting each other, and then tightly clasping each other.
Liu Yi still held his hand with his other hand, which was still burning hot.
"That child from the Feng family, you two aren't in that kind of relationship, are you?"
Liu Duanhe was startled by his sudden change of topic. As expected, the old fox was shrewder. Liu Yi, who was holding his hand, immediately noticed his pause.
However, to everyone's surprise, Liu Yi's reaction was calm and he showed no surprise.
“Grandpa understands you, Xiao He. If you really interact with people, it’s not just that. You still hold back.”
"Actually, I was just skeptical at first, but it's also possible that I don't like someone that much. However, whether you're really willing to accept someone you don't like that much is also a question."
"It is said that the wish of the elderly before they pass away is to see their children get married and start their own families. Although I do not expect you to get married, I still hope that you can find someone you truly love."
Liu Yi continued talking about this, and seemed to be in better spirits, with a rosier complexion.
Seeing this, Liu Duanhe got up, poured him a glass of water, and handed it to him.
When Liu Yi was still conscious, he almost never accepted being given medicine or water. As long as he could still move his hands, he refused such care, except for the care from his wife.
Liu Yi took another sip of water and said with great interest, "Last time when you two acted on my behalf without my knowledge, I discovered his thoughts and your thoughts. He treats you differently, and you treat him differently."
This may seem like a pointless statement, but it was actually Liu Yireng's judgment before Liu Duanhe even introduced him to Liu Yireng and the others, demonstrating his keen insight and judgment.
“I can tell he likes you a lot, and you care about him too.”
Liu Duanhe's eyes flickered, but his heart was in turmoil. Feng Xingyun had told him many times that he liked him, but did he like Feng Xingyun?
He was a little confused and bewildered, and couldn't help but ask, "What does it mean to like someone?"
Liu Yi still didn't find it strange. Liu Duanhe was already very young, and he had even skipped two grades in school. He was only nineteen years old this year after the New Year, and the relationships among the people in his circle were so chaotic.
"Just thinking about that person makes me want to smile, I miss him all the time, but sometimes I feel a bittersweet feeling, and I'm filled with anxiety and uncertainty..."
Liu Duanhe murmured to himself, "Is this what you call liking someone?"
Liu Yi nodded again, "But the most important thing is yourself. Very few people can stay together for a lifetime like your grandmother and I. When it's time to let go, let go and just ask to have a clear conscience."
Liu Duanhe felt that this was in line with his principles and bottom line, and smiled, "Okay, I will."
"Gold is easy to obtain, but a sincere heart is hard to find. My child, you must follow your heart."
Liu Yi still talked too much. He was very tired. He vaguely saw his wife standing in front of his bed, looking at him tenderly.
Then he suddenly woke up. How could his wife have such an expression? She always seemed indifferent and rational, just like the person he was learning to transform into.
Liu Duanhe saw that Liu Yi had fallen asleep again, so he gently laid him down by supporting his shoulders.
Although everyone knows that Grandpa Liu's favorite people during his lifetime were Liu Duan and this grandson, he started taking him to the company when he couldn't even crawl.
But no one expected that Old Master Liu would give him almost all of his assets, but not a single share of the most important and valuable group.
Apart from the shares exchanged between the daughter-in-law's family and the other family during the marriage, the second generation was not allowed to have even a single share.
The biological son only received a family trust fund with a monthly limit of one million, as well as dozens of shops and other real estate. Compared to the Liu family's vast wealth, it was not even a drop in the ocean.
It's like being completely kicked out of the circle of power.
While Liu Yi was still conscious, his will was notarized by a lawyer in the presence of the group's senior executives. Overnight, the Liu family's enormous fortune began to shift to Liu Duanhe's name.
In no time, the wealthy and powerful families in Beijing who were already paying attention learned of this news. Some were laughing at Liu Rumeng, some were happy for Liu Duanhe, and some were jealous of Liu Duanhe. They were all in a lively and festive mood, as if they had fallen into a carnival.
Bored people always grit their teeth over other people's business, even if it has nothing to do with them, it doesn't stop them from getting excited about the excitement.
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Author's note: The time is right!
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