Wang Ye was helped into a wheelchair by his bodyguards. He glanced at the familiar car beside him, and his tone softened slightly:
"One person can take me in. It's the old man who's here." Wang Ye thought it was the old patriarch who had come to uphold justice for him.
Although it seemed impossible, a tiny, almost unbelievable hope still flickered in my mind.
However, he was destined to be disappointed.
As soon as I stepped into the building, I heard Old Master Wang roaring, "Do you think you can just say it's not true?"
Then came another sound of porcelain shattering.
It was clear that the old man was really angry.
No one dared to smash pots and pans under the old man's nose, lest they think they were too old to live?
Wang Ye didn't rashly let the bodyguards push him in to get involved. Instead, he asked the trembling servant who was standing to the side, unsure whether to greet them:
"Sister Zhang, someone's here? What's wrong? Did Grandpa and Father have a fight?"
Although Wang Ye rarely returned to the mansion where his father, several stepmothers, and lovers came and went, he was still quite familiar with the personnel appointments there.
Even Sister Zhang, who had been working for three months straight and had never seen 513 before, was surprised.
However, Sister Zhang had clearly been trained before starting the job, and was taught not to say things she shouldn't.
The Wang family is truly different from ordinary families. Ordinary families, if they're not satisfied with you, will simply take the money and leave.
But the Wang family? Whether they give you money or not is secondary; this family could kill you.
Sister Zhang hadn't been there long and had only heard about it vaguely. But she still didn't dare to say much.
However, Wang Ye was not so easily fooled.
Wang Ye nodded to the bodyguard, who immediately brought out the checkbook. Wang Ye smiled and said:
“I haven’t been back for a long time, but I’m the only son in my family. I hope you will take good care of me in the future.”
They fooled Sister Zhang, and now they want money back.
Sister Zhang looked around, swallowed greedily, and quietly took the check into her hand:
"I don't know the specifics, but it seems like someone died, and that old man... oh, you mean the former head of your family, came."
"I threw a huge tantrum, but the man in the house was also very angry, so we started arguing."
It was also said that the old man had arrived not long ago.
Sister Zhang's words sent a shiver down Wang Ye's spine.
It wasn't because my father and the old man had a fight.
But...who died?
Is it Lu Fan, or...?
But after thinking about it, he became discouraged. Maybe it was just a minor character who died, and the old man took advantage of this "windfall" to come and cause trouble for his father, Wang Qishan.
Once Wang Ye got what he wanted, he gave Sister Zhang a cold look and impatiently sent her away.
He then had his bodyguard tidy up his clothes before sitting in his wheelchair and entering the lobby.
The hall, which had been quiet for a while, erupted in anger again with Wang Ye's arrival.
An antique vase from before the Ming Dynasty was swept to the ground by the old man, shattering into pieces.
Millions, all because of that crisp sound.
Wang Ye almost burst out laughing.
However, she quickly greeted them, "Grandpa, Dad."
When faced with Wang Ye, Old Master Wang was even more furious: "Wang Qishan sent you? Well, you haven't even grown wings yet, and you all already know how to oppose me?"
Not only Wang Ye, but Wang Qishan also dared not say so.
Old Master Wang's eagle-like gaze swept over the father and son.
The rage subsided, and he gradually calmed down.
Wang Ye quickly gestured for his bodyguard to come forward and light a cigarette for the old man.
This was a "perk" he used to enjoy as the eldest son and grandson; the old man allowed him to be close to him.
But now Wang Ye has a crippled leg and is unable to move around easily, so he can only signal his bodyguards to do it.
He's blatantly playing the victim.
But no one could say anything about him.
The old man paused for a moment, then rarely praised Wang Ye, saying, "You do have some filial piety."
These words left Wang Qishan feeling like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.
However, his face was flushed, and he remained silent, holding back a single word.
Wang Ye had no choice but to carefully begin the conversation, steeling his resolve as he asked, "Grandpa, what happened that you came so late?"
Even now, Wang Ye only thinks that the old man was dissatisfied with the change of the head of the family, which is why he lost his temper with Wang Qishan.
Who knew that the old patriarch closed his eyes, blinked away a hint of tears, and said in a deep voice:
"What happened? Oh, your good-for-nothing fourth uncle, he's gone."
"ah?"
For a moment, the thread of reason in Wang Ye's mind went awry. Should Wang Qi respond?
He's dead? How could that be?
That was the fourth son of the Wang family, the second son after Wang Qishan.
Moreover, Wang Qiying is different from Wang Qishan, that smiling tiger.
Wang Ye had always known that his fourth uncle had a group of desperados who did all sorts of things that the country didn't allow.
How could such a wicked person die?
He involuntarily looked at his own father, Wang Qishan. Wang Qishan instantly flew into a rage and raised his foot to kick his wheelchair. But the old man deflected his foot with his cane.
The old man, cigar in his mouth, scoffed lightly:
"Now you understand, even your own people suspect you had a hand in this."
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