Chapter 27 Chapter 27

The theological experts came to us on their own initiative.

Secretary Qian calmly looked at the master who claimed that he had something important to deliver personally to his boss. He heard from the receptionist that the old monk had been waiting at the company's front desk for several days, saying that he had something to deliver personally to the boss.

The front desk suspected that he was a liar and did not call the secretary's office until Secretary Qian passed by the front desk today and saw the old monk and asked the front desk, only then did he know the whole story.

It’s not the girl at the front desk’s fault. If she hadn’t just suggested to her boss yesterday that they try some metaphysical methods, she would never have bothered with the old monk today.

Even now, Secretary Qian is still half-believing and half-doubting, with all kinds of conspiracies running through his mind, including but not limited to business wars, family infighting, fraud, and so on.

No matter what Secretary Qian was thinking, the old monk opposite him always had a smiling face and a kind look on his face, making it difficult to tell his true nature.

Secretary Qian: "I wonder what the master wants to pass on to the boss. Can I do it for him?"

The old monk shook his head but smiled without saying anything.

Secretary Qian knew that this was a rejection of his proposal.

"Well," Secretary Qian hesitated for a moment, "I need to ask the boss for instructions. Could you please wait for a moment?"

The old monk nodded in agreement.

So Secretary Qian walked aside, took out his phone, called his boss, briefly told him about the old monk, and then waited with bated breath for his boss' decision.

Zong Xuecheng lowered his eyes. Even if he wanted to seek help from metaphysical power, he should not easily trust someone who came to his door. But for some reason, Zong Xuecheng's heart was beating wildly at this moment. This feeling... was exactly the same as every time he woke up from a dream.

"Promise him," Zong Xuecheng exhaled slowly, "bring him to see me."

"Okay, boss."

Secretary Qian no longer hesitated, hung up the phone, turned around and said to the old monk, "Master, please follow me. Our boss wants to see you."

The two walked quietly to the president's office. Secretary Qian knocked on the door, and a low voice came from inside, "Come in."

Secretary Qian pushed the door open and gestured with his hand, then stood at the door. After the old monk entered, he left the office and closed the door.

"Mr. Zong, how are you?" The old monk saluted with his hands clasped together upon seeing Zong Xuecheng.

Zong Xuecheng stared at the old monk who walked in. The look behind his gold-rimmed glasses was shocking: "Oh? So the master and I are old acquaintances? Why didn't I know this myself?"

The old monk just had a tolerant look on his face, and his eyes seemed to contain everything in the world. He looked at Zong Xuecheng without avoiding or dodging, without explaining or saying a word.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Zong Xuecheng retracted his gaze, stood up, walked to the sofa area for guests, and said to the old monk, "Master, please sit down."

The old monk readily accepted the advice and sat down.

Zong Xuecheng: "I heard from the secretary that you came here to give me something?"

The old monk nodded and shook his head, "I am indeed here to return something."

The word "还" is very subtle.

Zong Xuecheng had lived with Song Lingxi for a long time in recent years, so he inevitably picked up some of Song Lingxi's bad habits. Suddenly, he said very bluntly, "Do all monks like to be mysterious like you?"

At this point, the old monk finally revealed a sly smile, "Monks never tell lies, I just told the truth."

After saying that, he took out a palm-sized black box from somewhere and handed it to Zong Xuecheng.

Zong Xuecheng took the black box, but did not rush to open it. Instead, he said thoughtfully, "According to the master, this thing originally belonged to me, so why is it in the master's hands?"

The old monk really liked to be mysterious. He still did not answer Zong Xuecheng's question. Instead, he glanced at the black box in Zong Xuecheng's hand and said calmly, "As long as you open it, all your questions will be answered. I hope it's not too late this time."

Zong Xuecheng's heart skipped a beat. It was still in time. What could be too late?

Without waiting for Zong Xuecheng to ask again, the old monk stood up and said goodbye. Before he opened the door and left, he suddenly turned around and sighed, and said to Zong Xuecheng in a warning tone, "Donor Zong, the things here were exchanged with me by you giving up everything. I hope you will not neglect them."

The old monk, who had been trying to be mysterious since he entered the room, finally said something that was not so plausible, but it made people even more confused.

"I gave up everything in exchange...?"

Zong Xuecheng stared at the black box in his hand, thought for a long time, and finally opened it.

The box contained a bracelet made of Bodhi beads. The Bodhi beads looked ordinary and there was nothing special about them.

Zong Xuecheng carefully fiddled with the beads in his hand, thinking about the mystery behind the old monk's words and the special features of this bead string.

"Boo"

The beads collided with each other and made a crisp sound. One of the beads did not have a hole in it, but was embedded in the bead string. Upon careful observation, the texture of this bead was very different. Even Zong Xuecheng could not guess what it was made of.

Zong Xuecheng tried wearing it on his wrist. The size was just right, neither too big nor too small, as if it was tailor-made for him.

That's strange, but there have been so many strange things happening recently that the fact that the bodhi beads are so suitable doesn't seem so strange anymore.

And the old monk once said, "This originally belonged to him."

Zong Xuecheng was about to take off the thing on his wrist when the string of beads suddenly broke. The lights in the office began to flicker as if affected by something. Zong Xuecheng held the unique bead in his hand and sensitively felt the invisible changes around him.

Is it a magnetic field?

Before he could think about it carefully, scenes that he had never experienced before suddenly appeared in his mind. No, they did not appear inexplicably. His intuition told him that these were his memories.

At the same time, in the Zong and Xie family villas, Zong Fei and Xie Qiao covered their heads at the same time.

…

"Give me back my mother!"

The boy's hatred was tangible, but the person opposite him was not affected by this hatred at all. Or rather, this usually cold-blooded man also had hatred in his eyes that was about to be suppressed.

Zong Xuecheng said indifferently, "That's impossible. Your mother didn't tell you before she passed away that I would help you study abroad."

Not only did he seize his mother's ashes, but he was also going to be sent abroad. Did he want him to never see his mother and sister again?

Xie Qiao is indeed a genius among geniuses. Even though his brain is filled with hatred, he is still sensitive enough to notice Zong Xuecheng's emotions. He seems to understand but still relies on his intuition to make Zong Xuecheng "hurt".

"Before she died, my mother said she wanted to be buried with my father. They were a legitimate couple and should have been buried together. Who do you think you are and what qualifications do you have to possess her ashes?"

The lethality of this sentence may be really great. At one moment, Zong Xuecheng's eyes made Xie Qiao think that he was about to be killed, but doesn't it mean that he succeeded?

It turns out that Zong Xuecheng cares about Song Lingxi.

Such a ridiculous answer struck Xie Qiao as extremely funny, and he actually laughed.

"So that's how it is." Xie Qiao had never fallen in love with anyone, nor did he understand love, but he had witnessed the deep love his father had for his mother. At this moment, Zong Xuecheng's jealousy and hatred were nothing more than the torture of not being able to get what he wanted.

"You don't deserve it." Xie Qiao stabbed these three words contemptuously and sharply, driving them into Zong Xuecheng's heart word by word, tearing his already wounded heart apart with blood. Zong Xuecheng had never hated Xie Qiao's cleverness so much.

The more pain he felt, the happier Xie Qiao felt.

"You warned her in front of Zong Fei and me not to dream of relying on Zong Fei to get to the top, and announced your wedding date with the eldest daughter of the Wang family while she was pregnant... This is what you call love. Even if my mother knew that you loved her, she would definitely despise it. Please stop pretending and dirtying her path to the afterlife..."

"Xie Qiao! Shut up," Zong Fei rushed into the room and interrupted Xie Qiao, "Dad, don't be angry, I'll take him out first." Before Zong Xuecheng could no longer hold back, he was dragged out of the room.

"What's wrong with you?" Zong Fei heaved a sigh of relief only after he took Xie Qiao to the open grass. He looked at Xie Qiao with complicated and fearful feelings.

Xie Qiao lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face. "Did I say something wrong?"

Zong Fei was speechless and looked back at the window of the study. He used to feel sorry for Aunt Song, but now...

"I know you're sad about Aunt Song's death. I'm sad too, but... don't irritate my father so much. I'm afraid something will happen to you."

"Exciting?" Xie Qiao's handsome face flashed with sarcasm. "Is that exciting? I'm just telling the truth. Besides, he looks very calm. I guess it won't be long before he can start over with his fiancée."

"Is there anything wrong with me coming here to take my mother and sister away?"

Zong Fei sighed, "The Wang family is gone. You don't know how terrible my father can be when he gets ruthless. Forget it, I'll take you to see A Zheng."

Xie Qiao suddenly raised his head, grabbed Zong Fei's hand and said, "Is my sister okay?"

Zong Fei's face was not very good, "A Zheng is also my biological sister, don't question me in this tone."

Moreover, although her father had never visited Zong Zheng, he would not allow anyone to neglect her, and he hired four or five nannies, childcare workers, and nutritionists. Zong Fei herself wanted to hold this little princess, who was a dozen years younger than her, in her hands and kiss and hug her every day.

Xie Qiao followed Zong Fei all the way around the manor, listened to him talk about Zong Zheng, and carefully observed Zong Fei's tone and attitude when he talked about his sister. In the end, he concluded that Zong Fei was not lying, and he was relieved.

They walked all the way to the villa where Zong Fei lived. It turned out that Zong Zheng was arranged to be next to Zong Fei. When they opened the door of the nursery, the princess-style interior decoration came into view. The nanny saw Zong Fei coming and hurriedly got up from the chair and whispered, "Master, the young lady just fell asleep."

Zong Fei nodded, "You go out first."

After the nanny left, Xie Qiao looked around and saw several cameras installed in the room. Zong Fei said, "Are you relieved now? I have been taking care of the little princess these days."

At this point, Zong Fei lowered his voice, "Xie Qiao, A Zheng is not only your sister, she is also my sister."

Xie Qiao did not comment, but touched the soft, white little hand in the crib, "Where is your father? What is his attitude towards Ah Zheng?"

Xie Qiao obviously had reasons for asking this. Zong Xuecheng was extremely wary of Song Lingxi. Not only had he never intended to give Song Lingxi a legitimate status, they had never had a child in more than ten years together. Even his accidental friendship with Zong Fei caused Zong Xuecheng to misunderstand Song Lingxi.

What's worse is that Zong Xuecheng is now in love with Song Lingxi, and she died after losing vitality after giving birth to her sister. Life and death, not to mention Zong Xuecheng, even Xie Qiao himself can't sort out this complicated emotion.

If Zong Fei told him now that Zong Xuecheng didn't like his sister, Xie Qiaosi would not be surprised at all. If he thought more viciously, he would not be surprised even if Zong Xuecheng gave his sister to someone else to raise or sent her to an orphanage.

So, in addition to wanting to take back his mother's ashes, Xie Qiao also wanted to take his sister away. It didn't matter if they went abroad or moved to another city, as long as their family could always live together.

But it seems a little difficult now, Zong Xuecheng will never agree to it.

Zong Fei was suspicious. He could never guess what his father was thinking, and he and Xie Qiao thought the same thing. It was Zong Zheng's birth that led to Aunt Song's death. It was hard to say whether his father would blame the innocent little Zong Zheng.

"I don't know," Zong Fei said honestly, "but you can't take your sister away. First, the family won't agree. The girls of the Zong family also have inheritance rights. She was listed in the family tree when she was born. Her father and grandfather gave her the original shares of the group and other miscellaneous things. Her current net worth is not comparable to that of ordinary people. It's not safe for both of you to take her with you."

Xie Qiao frowned. Most of the original shares of the group were prepared for the heirs. Zong Zheng was just a newborn baby. Having this thing meant that danger would always accompany him. "What does he mean? Is he afraid that Zong Zheng will be hurt by others?"

"Not really," Zong Fei scratched his head, "I was originally the designated heir, which means that only A Zheng and I have a direct interest relationship. As long as I am not instigated to harm A Zheng, no one else dares to touch her under my father's nose."

Xie Qiao looked at Zong Fei meaningfully, "Do you think your father and grandfather did this for no other reason? Are you willing to let a newborn child take away everything from you?"

"...Maybe they are afraid that I might not be useful in the future so they are training me as a backup." Zong Fei touched his chin and said bluntly.

Before Xie Qiao could say anything else, Zong Fei rolled his eyes and said, "I advise you not to waste your energy on me. We can talk about the future later. At least I won't be provoked by you now."

Xie Qiao was silent, his voice hoarse: "Zong Fei, he wants to force me to go abroad, but I want to stay by the side and watch A Zheng."

This time it was Zong Fei's turn to remain silent. His father was a dictator who never changed his mind easily. Xie Qiao had just deliberately angered him...

"Do you want to hide first?" Zong Fei had no choice. His current strength was not enough to fight against his father.

Xie Qiao was speechless, and only now did he feel regret for angering Zong Xuecheng.

Things turned out just as Zong Fei had expected. The next day, Xie Qiao was sent abroad by some unconventional means.

One year, two years later... on the surface, Zong Xuecheng was still the most capable person in charge of the Zong family. Except that he was colder and more ruthless than before, it seemed that the death of his lover had no effect on him.

Zong Fei also thought so at the beginning. He went from being nervous at first to returning to his normal state of mind. But one day, Zong Fei felt the dark surge beneath the calm surface.

His father no longer interfered in his relationship with Qi Jinzhao. He even arranged for Jinzhao's mother to be hospitalized for surgery and to deal with Jinzhao's scumbag stepfather and a series of other things. His father didn't even ask and was completely indifferent.

Is it because of Aunt Song’s passing that my father has come to understand more deeply the value of love?

Zong Fei sighed. Even he himself didn't believe this reason.