Chapter 8: Breaking Ties
Shen Wanjun's purpose in coming to the Zhong family was to sever ties with Zhong Ming, and she thought it would be difficult to do so.
If he insists on taking care of her in her old age, she's not going to do the kind of menial work that involves cleaning up after him.
Although Zhong Ming is still young, she will not be needed for at least the next twenty years.
Just thinking about it made her feel disgusted, like she had swallowed a dead fly.
It's so painful.
To everyone's surprise, before she could say more than a few words, just that she wanted to sleep on the floor there, Wang Fang started making a scene.
Upon hearing that she had donated all her family's assets, Zhong Ming immediately dropped all pretense and wanted to get rid of her, even at the cost of severing ties.
Very good, excellent.
Shen Wanjun was very satisfied, just like yesterday at the police station, everyone wanted to make a big scene and leave the other party no way out.
This time, Shen Wanjun and Zhong Ming's goals were surprisingly aligned.
Wang Fang was afraid that if she delayed even a second longer, Zhong Ming would regret it.
They managed to find paper and pen in the room, which looked like a ruin.
"Ah Ming, hurry up and write it, don't let this ungrateful wretch come and harm us again."
Besides this large mansion, the Zhong family also owns properties elsewhere, where they naturally hide valuable items.
Now they just need to wait for Shen Wanjun to leave before they go there.
Like a cunning rabbit with multiple burrows, Wang Fang and Zhong Ming naturally wouldn't put all their eggs in one basket.
Wang Fang glanced at Shen Wanjun. "Foolish thing. Donating so much of your family fortune to the country, what good is it except for gaining a good reputation?"
Will the government provide you with food or clothing?
Zhong Ming quickly wrote the letter severing ties with Shen Wanjun and threw it at her, saying, "Get out."
He wanted to say every single word more.
Shen Wanjun said with a grin, "No need for that."
As he spoke, he walked to the door and waved to the three reporters who had been hiding not far away.
Reporters rushed into the house and snapped photos of Zhong Ming and Shen Wanjun, including the note announcing the severance of ties.
"What are you doing? You're trespassing!" Zhong Yaozu punched and shooed the people away.
The reporters had already taken the footage they wanted and didn't plan to linger.
Shen Wanjun instructed, "Remember to put it on the front page for me, it should be released tonight."
The reporters gave an OK sign and ran off quickly.
Shen Wanjun sighed, "As expected, being a reporter requires boldness, meticulousness, and long legs."
If an ordinary person were threatened like that by Zhong Yaozu, they would have been terrified long ago.
They were fine; they calmly took photos and calmly left, showing remarkable composure.
Zhong Ming was so angry that his nose twitched. "Shen Wanjun, what have I done to wrong you that you treat me like this?"
If the news of severing ties is released, what will people in Shanghai think of him?
They say that this son-in-law, having crossed the river and then burned the bridge, was ruthless towards his own daughter.
They say he sucked the blood of the Shen family, and then turned around and accused them?
Zhong Ming could already imagine how the press release would be written; those who wield the pen are the best at poking people where it hurts.
Zhong Ming felt like dying. How could he possibly work at the steel factory and manage it after this?
"Where did this mad dog come from?" Shen Wanjun covered her ears. "It's so noisy."
"How dare you! I'm your father, how dare you talk to me like that?" Zhong Ming's chest heaved violently with anger.
Shen Wanjun covered her mouth and laughed, "Old man, I'm not your daughter."
They've severed ties, yet he still wants to act like a father figure. Who gave him that audacity?
“You…” Zhong Ming’s hair stood on end, and he gritted his teeth like a mad dog.
"Is anyone inside?" A commotion suddenly erupted at the doorway.
Shen Wanjun kindly ran to open the door, and exclaimed in surprise, "Police officers, what are you doing here...?"
A group of police officers saw people in the room and asked, "Who are you? Come out quickly, this place needs to be sealed off."
"What? It's shut down?" Zhong Ming's mind went blank. "Why...why is it shut down?"
Wang Fang subconsciously looked at Shen Wanjun, pointing at her and trembling, "It's...it's you again?"
Shen Wanjun pinched her finger and said, "Auntie, didn't your mother teach you that pointing at people like that is very impolite?"
Wang Fang, having been called "old auntie," didn't have time to argue. She grabbed a policeman and asked, "What's going on? What exactly happened?"
The police officer produced a document and said, "This house has already been donated by the owner. Pack your things and leave quickly."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Zhong Ming waved his hand confidently and said, "I am the homeowner, I did not donate."
He's not as stupid as Shen Kun; why would he donate a perfectly good house to the country?
He didn't take the wrong medicine.
The police officer thought he had made a mistake, took out the documents, looked at Zhong Ming, and asked, "You...you're called Shen Biyun? Shen Biyun is a man?"
Upon hearing Shen Biyun's name, Zhong Ming's legs went weak, and he fell backward.
Zhong Yaozu and Zhong Chuchu each grabbed one of his arms, asking, "Dad, Dad, what's wrong?"
Zhong Ming's face turned deathly pale, and he was speechless. He gritted his teeth and looked at Shen Wanjun with a look of hatred that seemed to want to devour her alive.
Zhong Chuchu said sadly, "Sister, are you trying to force Dad to his death by doing this?"
"What do you mean 'our dad'? That's your dad." Shen Wanjun looked around and sneered, "This house was left to me by my mother, and I have the right to do what I want with it."
"Get this straight, this house belongs to the Chen family, not the Zhong family. Some people are shameless; they not only occupy other people's property, but they also want to take it for themselves."
Keep dreaming, keep your pipe dreams.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I've never seen anyone with such thick skin."
Shen Wanjun's words caused a variety of reactions from the Zhong family.
The police officers understood that if a father doesn't act like a decent human being, he shouldn't blame his daughter for being unsympathetic.
"Thank you for your hard work, officers."
Shen Wanjun thought to herself that the neighborhood committee auntie was really fast; she had just finished giving her instructions when the police arrived.
"Go, go, go, all of you hurry up and leave." The police chased away the Zhong family members and efficiently affixed large seals to the door.
Shen Wanjun patted her behind and left gracefully.
Zhong Yaozu clenched his fists. "Mom and Dad, we can't let her get away with this."
Wang Fang said resentfully, "She's still your father's daughter. Your father is sentimental. What can we do if we don't let her go?"
Zhong Chuchu pouted: "Dad, you don't expect her to take care of you in your old age, do you?"
The mother and daughter's words made Zhong Ming even more furious.
"Yaozu, do whatever you want. Even if she dies, don't expect me to collect her body."
Ultimately, Shen Wanjun is an outsider to Zhong Ming, and the only people he can rely on in the future are Zhong Chuchu and Zhong Yaozu.
To be precise, it was only Zhong Yaozu.
After all, Zhong Chuchu will get married eventually. A married daughter is like water spilled from a cup; it's already quite good if she can help her family on a regular basis.
Zhong Ming didn't expect Zhong Chuchu to amount to anything; he had placed all his bets on Zhong Yaozu.
Unfortunately, Zhong Yaozu was not good at studying, was lazy, and could not endure any hardship.
He usually prefers to hang out with a few close friends and is rarely home.
But in Zhong Ming's view, this shows that his son is capable.
In this life, the most important thing is connections, not rote learning and studying.
With his father's permission, Zhong Yaozu quickly found his older brother—a bald, pot-bellied middle-aged man.
"Big brother, do you want a woman?"
"Woman? Where?" The pot-bellied man puffed out a puff of smoke.
“My sister—oops, a capitalist’s daughter—is free for you to play with,” Zhong Yaozu flattered.
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