Feng Zhicheng turned around and saw Lu Feng. He frowned slightly and said, "I've come to see my father, is that not allowed?"
“Regardless of whose father it is, we have to follow the doctor's orders. Not only you, but even Feng Zhiyao can't see him. This is a crucial time. The doctor said that after a maximum of six months of treatment, Mr. Feng can be discharged.” Lu Feng smiled at Feng Zhicheng and said, “I'm truly happy for you!”
The words "discharged from the hospital" struck Feng Zhicheng like a hammer blow, filling him with apprehension. If his own father were discharged and learned that Feng Zhiyao was working as a waiter in a restaurant, he feared he wouldn't get a single penny.
"You have no right to stop me from seeing my father!" Feng Zhicheng shouted at Feng Zhiyao, "Where is my father? Is he in the hospital room, or have you taken him somewhere?"
“Because there’s a lot of public concern about Dad’s health, we came directly to this hospital. Besides, it’s not your money, and the hospital has a confidentiality agreement, so they won’t tell you.” Feng Zhiyao stepped forward and continued, “He’s doing very well now. They recently bought a new, highly effective drug from Europe, and I believe he’ll be discharged soon.”
"I don't believe you. I won't believe anything you say unless you let Dad tell me himself." Feng Zhicheng stared at Feng Zhiyao suspiciously.
“Believe it or not, you should leave Sun Hung Kai now, leave the position that belongs to me. Now, whether it’s the company or the old house, they all belong to Dad’s property. He’s not dead yet!” Feng Zhiyao said angrily. “I trusted you before and treated you like family. You signed the agreement and kicked me out of the house. What belongs to me, I’m going to take back what was lost!”
"Can I take back what you gave me to someone else?"
"I gave it to you? Produce the gift agreement! If there's no gift agreement, then proceed according to the will. Besides, Dad's not dead yet!" Feng Zhiyao shouted, "You're worse than an animal!"
Feng Zhicheng's face changed after being scolded, and he stared intently at Feng Zhiyao, saying, "Then go ahead and sue me. If you get it back, I'll walk away headfirst!"
After saying that, Feng Zhicheng strode away.
Lu Feng turned around and looked at Feng Zhicheng's back with a worried expression. He really couldn't understand how Feng Zhicheng could be so confident. Everything was going against him now. If he really went to court, he was afraid he would lose everything.
"Hurry up and file a lawsuit!" Lu Feng patted Feng Zhiyao on the shoulder and said, "First, return the property rights to your father, then make a clear will, take back your position in the company, and let the court kick him out."
"I'll talk to my lawyer tomorrow. I never expected someone to be so shameless," Feng Zhiyao said indignantly.
Lu Feng sensed that the other party was confident in saying this, and he was afraid that someone in the UK was supporting him in doing this, which would be troublesome.
The next morning, major media outlets once again focused on the Feng family, with renewed feuds within the wealthy family, including the youngest son returning as a waiter to fight for the family fortune. The various headlines were sure to grab attention.
After discussing it with his lawyer, Feng Zhiyao formally filed the lawsuit. Outside the courthouse, a large group of reporters frantically surrounded the lawyer, asking him questions.
Many people are concerned about Mr. Feng's health. Feng Zhiyao told the camera that his father's condition has improved slightly. Before he died, Feng Zhicheng rushed back to seize the family property, take over the company, and kick him out of the house.
Feng Zhiyao appeared much more mature when faced with various questions from reporters.
At a golf course, after hitting a shot, Chris Patten casually handed his club to the caddie next to him, turned around and walked towards the rest area, saying to Feng Zhicheng beside him, "Did you read the newspapers this morning? They were all criticizing you."
“It doesn’t matter. These trashy media outlets are like prostitutes; they’ll go wherever they’re paid. Compared to that, I care more about your opinion. Anyway, you’re still in charge now.” Feng Zhicheng said, looking at the other person.
"I support my friends. By this time next year, I'll already be back in my hometown." Chris Patten sat down, took a sip of water, and said leisurely, "I still hope someone can contribute something here. If you support us, I'll support you!"
“Absolutely support. Mr. John supports me, so of course I support you. I’ll trouble you to take care of the court matters,” Feng Zhicheng said with a smile.
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