Chapter 10 Fatty, I'm dying.
When Feng Wan called her "sister," everyone's expressions became somewhat subtle. Only Hua Cheng lowered his eyes, looking slightly displeased.
Zheng Feifei was the most confused one.
Some time ago, after learning that Feng He had bought a house for Feng Wan, she had a big fight with Feng He. Feng He, unable to bear her commotion, told her about his deal with Feng Wan.
It was only then that she learned that the illegitimate child in Feng Wan's belly was Hua Cheng's, and that Hua Cheng had a terminal illness and was about to die.
Once Hua Cheng dies, his shares will be transferred to Feng He through Feng Wan, and then the entire Yuncheng Technology will become Feng He's possession.
Although she knew nothing about business, she knew what this matter meant for Feng He, and for herself and her son. So later, whether it was Feng He transferring a large amount of assets to Feng Wan or asking her to cooperate in forcing him to resign at his birthday banquet, she cooperated fully.
...But what's the situation now?
Although they used euphemisms, anyone with a normal intelligence should understand what they meant, let alone a smart woman like Yun Jin.
She already knows the truth, so why is she still so calm? Why can she still care about Feng Wan as if nothing happened?
And Feng Wan, why can she sit so calmly next to Yun Jin? Isn't she afraid that Yun Jin will harm her child?
Zheng Feifei felt her mind was in complete chaos, and instinctively looked at her intelligent and wise husband. But Feng He had a gloomy face, staring intently at Yun Jin and Feng Wan, completely ignoring her pleas for help.
During the eerie standoff, Liu Zhuang looked out the window and suddenly remembered that night a month ago.
He had just returned from abroad that day, full of anticipation for the upcoming Peking duck feast, but he accidentally witnessed Hua Cheng's 'cheating'.
After sulking for most of the day, he found Yun Jin that evening.
Hua Cheng cheated on his wife!
He told Yun Jin everything that had happened that day. Yun Jin's reaction was indifferent; she was only concerned about whether her face mask was about to expire.
Then he turned around and punched Hua Cheng.
"If you can't appease Fatty, you're not going to sleep." She said this expressionlessly and went back to her room to do her skincare routine.
Hua Cheng rubbed his stomach and looked at him with a smile: "Let's chat, Fatty."
Liu Zhuang instantly realized that things might not be as he thought.
As Liu Zhuang followed Hua Cheng towards the study, he calmed down completely and recalled the events of the day, finding them full of inconsistencies.
Upon entering the study, Liu Zhuang sat down on the sofa with a flourish: "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."
Hua Cheng remained silent, but took out a thick stack of documents from the safe and handed them to him.
"What is this thing?" Liu Zhuang frowned as he took it.
“My medical records,” Hua Cheng said, sitting down on the coffee table opposite him with his long legs casually crossed. “Fatty, I have a very serious illness and may not live much longer.”
Liu Zhuang's hand holding the documents suddenly trembled.
The study was quiet, with only the slight white noise from the fresh air system.
After an unknown amount of time, Liu Zhuang spoke softly, "How could this be..."
“At first I also thought it was impossible,” Hua Cheng said with a smile in his eyes. “I went to many hospitals for examinations, and even went abroad, but the results were all the same.”
He lowered his head, exposing the back of his head to Liu Zhuang, and pointed with his finger, "A diffuse brain tumor, located very deep and covering a large area. The failure rate of craniotomy is as high as 85%, and conservative treatment is meaningless. Fortunately, there are targeted drugs that can reduce the pain, allowing me to live like a normal person before I die."
Liu Zhuang stared at the back of his head for a long time before speaking again, his voice a little hoarse: "...When did you find out?"
“Last March.” Hua Cheng raised his head, his eyes gentle.
Liu Zhuang stared at him intently, suddenly remembering that he had been frequently absent for a period of time last spring, after which he began to make frequent and significant moves at the company.
Was it around that time?
Hua Cheng could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, so he smiled and explained, "The decision to take back the shares and step down as CEO was indeed made after I was diagnosed with the illness. I can't be with Yun Jin until the end, but at least I have to pave the way for her before I die. I can't let her deal with my funeral arrangements while also having to deal with Yun Cheng and his group of old foxes."
"Does Yun Jin know about your illness?" Liu Zhuang asked.
"Why would you ask such a question?" Hua Cheng feigned surprise.
Liu Zhuang remained expressionless, showing no interest in playing along with his antics.
Hua Cheng became honest: "She knew even before me. As soon as the test results came out, they were delivered to her desk. I found out from her."
"So after you found out you were sick, instead of researching how to treat it, you were engaged in some kind of internal power struggle?" Liu Zhuang narrowed his eyes. "Did Yun Jin agree to that?"
Sure enough, Hua Cheng shrugged: "Didn't you notice she keeps giving me a cold smile?"
Liu Zhuang sneered.
The study fell silent again.
Liu Zhuang lowered his head and flipped through the medical records page by page. He couldn't understand any of the professional images and text, but he still read them carefully.
Every page.
After turning the last page, Liu Zhuang looked at him and asked, "What's going on with Feng Wan?"
“A few months ago, she learned about my illness and took the initiative to approach me for a collaboration,” Hua Cheng replied. “At that time, she was already a month pregnant.”
Liu Zhuang: "Yun Jin also knows about this?"
“Of course,” Hua Cheng clicked his tongue, “Even if I wanted to keep it a secret, Feng Wan would tell her anyway, not to mention that Yun Jin and I have never had any secrets between us.”
Liu Zhuang: "?"
His mind is a bit muddled right now; he needs to sort it out.
“So,” he tried to conclude, “Yun Jin knows everything.”
Hua Cheng: "Yes."
Liu Zhuang: "...And then what? She didn't do anything about it?"
Hua Cheng: "She's too lazy to pay attention to us."
Liu Zhuang: "..."
“At that time, I had done everything I could, and the approval rating was barely 60%, but it was still not enough for me. I had worked hard for more than a year for this shareholders’ meeting, and I didn’t have much time to prepare for the next vote. I couldn’t afford any unexpected events. Cooperating with Feng Wan meant that I could get Feng He’s support, which meant that everything would be foolproof. Of course, I couldn’t refuse.”
Hua Cheng pinched the bridge of his nose. "Feng Wan also wanted to take this opportunity to trick Feng He. We both had our own needs. Although Yun Jin didn't like us messing around, she wasn't the type to forcefully stop us, so we still cooperated."
Liu Zhuang rolled his eyes at him: "Aren't you afraid Feng Wan will betray you? No matter what, Feng He is her biological father. What if she softens her heart and tells Feng He your plan, and then Feng He secretly goes after the other shareholders? Then you'll..."
“She won’t,” Hua Cheng interrupted directly.
Liu Zhuang was speechless: "What makes you so sure?"
"Because Yun Jin is much more important to her than her own father." Hua Cheng snorted, it was unclear who he was dissatisfied with.
Liu Zhuang: "?"
"Of course, after I started working with her, I didn't give up on winning over the other shareholders, so that even if Feng He found out the truth, it wouldn't affect the final voting results."
"Preparing for both possibilities, huh? You're really capable," Liu Zhuang said sarcastically.
Hua Cheng laughed in a way that was quite infuriating: "Not only that, I also took this opportunity to screen the staff around me to ensure that every assistant I leave to Yun Jin is one of my own."
"So that whole show during the day was a test for me?" Liu Zhuang narrowed his eyes. "If I hadn't come to see Yun Jin tonight, were you still planning to kick me out of your circle of friends?"
Hua Cheng: "Yes."
Liu Zhuang: "..."
"Fatty."
Hua Cheng reached out and cupped his chubby face, forcing him to look into his eyes.
Hua Cheng has a pair of beautiful eyes. When he was young, these eyes were like arrogant goldware, gleaming with a sharp luster. Now, however, they are like fine jade, warm and tender, full of deep affection and loyalty.
“Fat Brother,” he called Liu Zhuang again, smiling broadly, “even if you hadn’t come today, you would still be my best brother. But now that you’re here, you’ll be her most trusted family member for the rest of her life. As long as you’re here, she’s not alone.”
Liu Zhuang stared at him blankly, momentarily speechless.
After a long silence, Liu Zhuang slowly spoke: "Chengzi."
"Um?"
Are you taking me for a fool?
Hua Cheng: "..."
"You can only pull the same trick once. Do you really think I'll fall for it a second time?" Liu Zhuang's tone was calm, but dangerous. "I'll give you one last chance. Tell me why you did that during the day."
Hua Cheng silently let go of him.
Liu Zhuang took a deep breath and slammed the medical record onto the coffee table: "If you keep saying one thing and meaning another, I'll beat your tumor into a pulp."
"I just felt that after keeping it from you for so long, I should tell you about my illness, but I didn't want to upset you, and I had nothing else to do today anyway..." Hua Cheng coughed lightly and looked up at the sky.
Liu Zhuang smiled: "You don't want to hurt me, so you make me angry?"
"How are you feeling? Aren't you less heartbroken now?" Hua Cheng asked sincerely.
His chubby brother is a very emotional person. If you told him in the usual way, he would definitely cry for three days and three nights. The middle-aged fat man has a lot of health problems, and it wouldn't be good if he cried himself into the hospital.
But things are different now. Fatty is too busy being angry to shed tears.
Hua Cheng thought his move was pretty good.
Liu Zhuang stared at him for a few seconds, then stood up with a smile.
As his massive frame approached, Hua Cheng quickly stepped back over the coffee table: "Calm down, I really meant well. You're leaving tomorrow and won't be back for a month. I was afraid that if I didn't tell you now, I might die halfway through your vacation. But if I told you normally, I was afraid it would spoil your vacation. Now it's all good, I've said everything I needed to say, and it won't affect you..."
"Bullshit! You've made me so angry, and you say it won't ruin my vacation?!"
"The power of anger is negligible compared to that of sadness."
"Ah, like Mount Tai pressing down on you!"
"ah!"
The screams of Hua Cheng from a month ago still seemed to echo in Liu Zhuang's ears. A slight smile appeared on Liu Zhuang's lips. The next second, someone passed by outside the side hall, and he regained consciousness.
Three minutes have passed since Feng Wan called out "sister".
Three minutes isn't a long time, it could even be described as short, but in this small side room, it felt like half a century had passed.
Liu Zhuang suddenly felt a bit annoyed, so he simply dragged the timer to the end for them: "Hua Cheng, is the child in Feng Wan's belly yours?"
As soon as he asked the question, everyone looked at Hua Cheng.
Hua Cheng: "No."
Zheng Feifei's expression changed instantly: "Hua Cheng, you can't do this! Our Feng family isn't someone to be trifled with!"
“It really isn’t.” Feng Wan looked up.
When she spoke to Yun Jin, her voice was always soft and reserved, revealing a hint of caution and tenderness. But when she faced other people, she became cold and assertive.
It looks a bit like Nanjing brocade.
Seeing that she was also retorting, Zheng Feifei became even more anxious: "How exactly did Hua Cheng and Yun Jin threaten you that you don't even dare to say who the father of your child is? Don't forget..."
Before she could finish speaking, Feng Wan pulled out a medical report folded into a square from her pocket.
Zheng Feifei frowned: "What is this?"
“During my prenatal checkup, I needed to have a non-invasive prenatal test done, and I also checked the baby’s blood type,” Feng Wan unfolded the test report and laid it out slowly on the table. “It’s type A blood.”
“I remember Hua Cheng has type B blood,” Lan Li said immediately. “What is Miss Feng’s blood type?”
Feng Wan smiled gently at Yun Jin's friend: "Type O."
“Ah…” Lan Li looked regretful, “Type B and Type O blood cannot produce a child with Type A blood.”
At this point, what else is there to say?
Feng He was a man who had seen a lot. After realizing that he had been tricked by his own daughter, he did not get angry in front of everyone. He just gave Feng Wan a cold look and said, "Come with me."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Feng Wan stood up, supporting herself on the table, and was about to leave when Yun Jin grabbed her wrist.
She paused, then looked timidly at Yun Jin, who frowned slightly, revealing an expression of disapproval.
“I have to go,” Feng Wan chuckled, “Sister.”
Yun Jin stared at her for a few seconds and said, "Five minutes."
Feng Wan nodded obediently.
Yun Jin then released her.
The Feng family home is very large; it takes three minutes to walk from the side hall to the study.
Three minutes was enough time for Feng He to calm down and weigh the pros and cons.
Although he was furious, he understood that there was no room for negotiation on the issue of equity. The most important thing now was to get back the assets he had given away, and not lose both his wife and his army.
The study is in a traditional Chinese style, with furniture made of various rare woods standing quietly, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.
Feng He's face was ashen. After Feng Wan closed the door, he said coldly, "I never imagined that one day I would be schemed against by my own daughter in collusion with outsiders!"
Feng Wan smiled slightly, too lazy to argue with him.
Feng He suppressed his anger: "Do you know that by making such a scene, you've directly ruined the Feng family's future in Yuncheng? Do you know what kind of crisis the Feng family will face? You're also a member of the Feng family. Everything I earn in the future will be a share for you. Do you know that what you're destroying now is the wealth you could have obtained in the future!"
“So I’m part of the Feng family too,” Feng Wan said softly. “I thought you were going to leave it all to Feng Che. After all, men value their sons the most.”
She returned the words Feng He had said about Hua Cheng, leaving Feng He so speechless he nearly fainted. He had to smash a Qing Dynasty vase to recover.
He panted for a long time before finally calming down: "You've gone through all this trouble just for your mother's jewelry. Fine, I can give it to you, but on one condition."
Feng Wan looked at him.
“Give me back the assets I transferred to you before,” Feng He glanced at her and said condescendingly. “As for the house in the city, I’ll leave it to you since you’re about to give birth.”
Feng Wan's eyes flickered slightly, but she remained silent for a moment.
But Feng He was certain she would agree.
Her mother died penniless, and these jewels in the Feng family were her only possessions, which Feng Wan had wanted to return for years. Not only did he refuse to give them to her, but he also used the jewels to blackmail her many times, and each time she gave in.
She cared so much about her mother's belongings, how could she possibly refuse his offer?
"I refuse."
“Okay… what did you say?” Feng He looked up in astonishment.
Feng Wan said calmly, "How much are those jewels worth? The assets I've acquired are enough to buy hundreds of sets of jewelry."
Feng He's eyes widened, and he couldn't react for a long time: "But...but those are your mother's..."
“Her belongings are important, of course, but not that important,” Feng Wan lowered her eyes and touched her belly. “After all, the most important thing my mother left behind in this world is me.”
Feng He's mind was practically blank: "How could this be... You clearly care a lot..."
“I was faking it,” Feng Wan looked at him again, smiling innocently. “If I didn’t do this, how would you have let your guard down around me?”
The best way to get close to your enemy is to expose your weaknesses to him, make him feel that he can easily control and drive you, make him look down on you, make him despise you, and at the same time make him value you, so that he will inadvertently reveal his vulnerable side to you.
Then deliver the fatal blow.
This is what her older sister taught her.
A note from the author:
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Feng He: Daughters are easier to control.
Feng Wan: That's narrow-minded, Lao Deng.
The Truth Game is 90% complete. The final 10% will be decided tomorrow, with a chance to win a 50 RMB red envelope!
The previous title was too convoluted, so I changed it again, hehe. Hope you guys can find it!
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