"Yuxiang, your transfer order should come after the Chinese New Year. After returning to Qingshan City, you must prepare for the handover as soon as possible. Once the transfer order comes, your family should come back quickly. The Wen family... I will leave it to you from now on." Wen Yiran cruelly didn't even look at Wen Yulong who was expectant, and directly announced the answer.
"Dad?" Wen Yulong exclaimed. If it was the third brother who had taken over everything for Wen Yiran, Wen Yulong would be a little more convinced. After all, the third brother had only spent a dozen years and was already a bureau-level cadre. I heard that he would be promoted to deputy bureau-level cadre after the new year. But the second brother? After more than 20 years in politics, he was only a bureau-level cadre. What was he? Going from bureau-level to bureau-level was an insurmountable gap. Without Wen Yiran's favoritism, the third brother might have remained at this level for the rest of his life.
"Dad?" Wen Yuxiang was also stunned. Wen Yuxiang understood that Wen Yiran meant that the Wen family would be handed over to him from now on. But wasn't it because of his eldest brother? The Wen family should be handed over to his eldest brother.
"Yuxiang, don't think that I am partial to you. I do this under certain conditions. Ten years later, you have to hand over this family intact to Ziqing. In these ten years, you have to guard this family for Ziqing." Wen Yiran looked at his three sons with different expressions and directly used a big move.
"Okay, Dad." Wen Yuxiang nodded, and only then did he feel that the pressure was not so great.
Wen Yuxiang had always felt that he was the least talented of the three brothers, and therefore, he was the most hardworking, always rooted in the grassroots. When Wen Yiran handed the Wen family over to him, Wen Yuxiang worried that he would be more focused on maintaining the family than expanding it. But now that Wen Yiran had explained that he was only going to look after the Wen family for Ziqing for ten years, Wen Yuxiang felt he could still do it.
Wen Yuxiang could somewhat guess why Wen Yiran had chosen him over Wen Yulong. Over the years, his eldest brother had been truly unruly, unable to even manage his own family affairs. Who knew what would become of him if the Wen family passed on to him? Fortunately, his eldest brother had a good son, Ziqing, who had already shown signs of talent at a young age. However, his father would be retiring next year, and Ziqing was still too young. As his uncle, it was his duty to protect the Wen family's legacy until Ziqing grew up.
Wen Yuxiang hadn't considered leaving everything he inherited to his daughter, Wen Ziling. Firstly, Wen Ziling was a girl, and women inherently struggled more than men. Marrying, having children, and managing a household required a significant amount of energy, and as the head of the household, a woman's energy input was many times greater than a man's. Secondly, Wen Yuxiang didn't want his daughter to pursue a career in politics, as it was too arduous. He simply hoped his daughter would find a regular job and marry a man who loved her.
"Dad, I have no objection." Wen Yulun also expressed his opinion. Although Wen Yulun understood that Wen Ziqing might not be interested in Wen Yiran's "family business", it was after all Wen Yiran's heart, and as the eldest grandson of the Wen family, Wen Ziqing was qualified to inherit it all.
"What? I don't agree. What virtue does that rebellious son have?" To the surprise of Wen Yulun and Wen Yuxiang, Wen Yulong became furious.
If Wen Yiran had passed the Wen family business over to the second son, Wen Yuxiang, instead of him, the eldest son, Wen Yulong could have been forgiven, believing his father was "pitying" the second son's incompetence. But when Wen Yuxiang handed the Wen family business back to Wen Ziqing ten years later, Wen Yulong felt like Wen Ziqing had trampled on his dignity. Wen Ziqing was his son, and if the Wen family would eventually belong to the eldest branch, why would his father leave his eldest son alone and instead let him go through Wen Yuxiang's hands? What did this mean? It was his father blatantly slapping Wen Yulong in the face!
"Hmph! A rebellious son? Yulong, I don't know what Ziqing has done to you that he has rebelled against you? Can you tell me, an old man, about it?" Wen Yiran's face darkened when he heard what Wen Yulong said. He sneered and asked.
"He... Ziqing has no respect for seniority. He knows that I, his father, live under the same roof with him, but he hasn't said a word to me in these days. He even beats and scolds Ziyun and Ziqiu, this unfilial son, whenever he wants. Can this behavior be called that of a rebellious son?" Wen Yulong said bitterly with his neck stiffened.
When Wen Yulong thought of Wen Ziqing, he would think of Cao Yumei, who had the same almond-shaped eyes as him. Seeing these familiar almond-shaped eyes, Wen Yulong couldn't help but feel guilty. He usually felt annoyed even looking at them. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent Wen Ziqing to live with Wen Yiran and his family when he was four years old.
When Wen Ziqing was still young, Wen Yulong would often see Wen Ziqing secretly looking at him every Chinese New Year when he returned to Wen Yiran's home. The little Wen Ziqing's eyes were timid, and filled with longing for fatherly love.
Although Wen Yulong always pretended not to notice, he felt a sense of satisfaction. Look! This was his son. Although he was too lazy to pay attention, his son always longed for his father's love and care.
When Wen Ziqing grew up, Wen Yulong would no longer steal glances at him whenever he returned to Wen Yiran's home. But every time he saw him, he would respectfully call him "Father." Although Wen Yulong was too lazy to respond, he was still satisfied with this. He even felt a little secretly pleased. Regardless of whether he, as a father, liked his son Wen Ziqing or not, Wen Ziqing still had to treat him with respect.
Only this time, Wen Ziqing had been home for more than half a month, and when he saw Wen Yulong, he acted as if he hadn't seen him. Not to mention greeting him, he didn't even glance at Wen Yulong. Although Wen Yulong was furious, he didn't dare to "teach" Wen Ziqing, his son who was a head taller than him.
When Wen Yiran asked this question, all these things came to Wen Yulong's mind.
"Yulong, Yulong, I really underestimated you. All these years, have you been preoccupied with these trivial matters? No wonder you..." Wen Yiran laughed in anger at Wen Yulong's words. People should always get along with each other, even family members. Ziqing had longed for Wen Yulong's fatherly love for decades, but when had Wen Yulong ever responded to Ziqing's advances?
As for Ziqing bullying his younger siblings, that's even more of a joke. During the days since Wen Ziqing came back, he's been leaving early and coming back late every day. Wen Ziyun and his sister live in the school dormitory, and the children haven't met each other yet!
"I don't agree to hand this family over to Ziqing. If we have to hand it over, let's give it to Ziyun. Ziyun is much more capable than Ziqing," Wen Yulong argued for his beloved son. His Ziyun, though only a high school senior, had heard from Xiu Li that he not only had excellent grades but was also highly respected by his teachers and classmates. He was sure to have a bright future. Only in Ziyun's hands could the Wen family flourish.
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