Then someone tore over two rough pieces of burlap and shoved them into the mouths of the two men. Chairman Luo made a muffled "woo-woo" sound in his throat, his fat cheeks bulging out, while Miyata Takejiro bit down hard on the burlap, his eyes filled with humiliation and resentment.
Cheng Muyun turned around, his gaze sweeping over the Luo Mansion, which had witnessed countless illusions and upheavals.
Crystal chandeliers hung from the gilded dome, refracting delicate light.
The European-style tapestry on the wall is embroidered with hunting scenes, and the gold thread gleams faintly in the shadows.
Even the carvings on the stair railings are inlaid with tiny gemstones, every inch exuding the luxury accumulated over time.
He tapped lightly on a warm, patina-covered mahogany pillar with his fingertips, his tone carrying a hint of regret that was hard to describe: "It's such a pity that such a nice house burned down."
"Woof—woof!" Chairman Luo arched his body and struggled violently, like a dog whose tail had been stepped on.
His obese body twisted on the ground like a fish out of water, the rope tightening so much that the veins on his wrists bulged, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Cheng Muyun glanced down at him, a cold smile curving his lips: "Don't worry, Chairman Luo, I will definitely make good use of what you've accumulated over most of your life."
He looked up at the lustrous porcelain on the display shelf and the jade in the sandalwood box, his voice filled with undisguised sarcasm, "These bottles, jars, calligraphy and paintings, and gold bars could definitely fetch a lot of money if traded for weapons or grain."
He suddenly squatted down and gently patted Chairman Luo's sweaty cheek twice with his calloused fingertips, as if teasing a pet.
“I forgot to tell you,” he said in a low voice, with a mocking laugh that was like poison laced with sugar, “am I not your good son-in-law? When you forced Luo Yunqiao on me, you smiled and said, ‘We’re family, no need for formalities.’ Now I inherit all these things, it’s perfectly legitimate, isn’t it?”
Chairman Luo's face suddenly turned a deep liver color, the burlap in his mouth was chewed out of shape, and turbid tears mixed with snot streamed down from the corners of his eyes.
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