Chapter 81 Doing something wrong will get you punished
When the old lady saw the guests on the balcony, she came down to greet them.
She had the maid bring out fresh tea and snacks, and Mr. Zhang, holding his hat, sat down in an empty seat under the parasol.
His body was bulky, and when he sat down, the chair creaked under the weight, as if letting out a long sigh.
Lou Hongjian glanced at him and muttered, "Why invite him for tea?"
Zhang Weihai pretended not to hear.
He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and couldn't help but sigh as he put it down.
"The Marshal really knows how to raise children," Zhang Weihai exclaimed. "The young masters of the Lou family are all outstanding individuals, and even Miss Lou is obedient and sensible, never causing any worry. The Marshal is truly blessed."
Lou Hongjian: "Even if you praise us a few more times, we won't change our minds."
Old Madam Lou said calmly, "Ah Hong."
"I didn't say anything wrong." Lou Hongjian muttered, "You think you can get away with just a few nice words? Dream on."
Zhang Weihai sighed: "Third Young Master, there's no need to be so aggressive."
Lou Hongjian: "You just told us to let Zhang Jing'an, that murderer, go, and now you're blaming me?"
Zhang Weihai tried to smooth things over: "Third Young Master, everything is negotiable."
Madam Lou picked up her English bone china cup and took an elegant sip of tea: "Chairman Zhang, those kidnappers mistakenly abducted my granddaughter by accident. It wasn't your intention to do so, so we won't pester them."
Otherwise, why would we have kept him for tea? We would have kicked him out long ago.
Madam Lou said, "However, the law should be established so that your son should be punished accordingly. Even when the emperor is on the throne, if the emperor breaks the law, he is guilty of the same crime as the common people."
Zhang Weihai fell silent.
Under current criminal law, hiring someone to commit murder is considered a joint crime, and the mastermind and the perpetrator are guilty of the same offense.
Those bandits will not escape death, and even if the crime was unsuccessful, Young Master Zhang will still be severely punished.
Madam Lou put down her cup: "Your son hired someone to kill, and the victim was his own brother. Chairman Zhang, with such a morally corrupt and inhumane son, what reason do you have to save him?"
Zhang Weihai smiled wryly: "After all, he's my son."
Lou Hongjian was horrified: "He dared to kill his own brother? Aren't you afraid he'll kill you one day?!"
Zhang Weihai: "..."
Lou Yansui coughed: "Third Brother."
Lou Hongjian immediately turned his head, his face full of deep affection: "A-Sui, don't worry, you'll be my brother for life. I would never be that kind of scum... Pah, pah, pah," he muttered to himself, "How could I lower myself to compare myself to an animal?"
Zhang Weihai: "..."
“Chairman Zhang, I’m just an outsider and shouldn’t be meddling.” Old Madam Lou shook her head and said, “Although I haven’t been in Haicheng for long, I’ve heard that you’re a great businesswoman who runs a conscientious business and is fair in your dealings with people. That’s why everyone respects you and elected you as the chairman of the Haicheng Chamber of Commerce. Why can’t you be so clear-headed about your son?”
Zhang Weihai sighed, "It's all my fault for not teaching him well, which led him to do wrong things."
Mao Mao blinked.
I understand that!
“Uncle, you get beaten for doing something wrong,” Mao Mao said. “My third brother has been beaten several times.”
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Lou Hongjian picked up some snacks from the table and fed them to his sister, saying, "Don't tell outsiders about this kind of thing."
Mao Mao puffed out her cheeks: "Hmm?"
Lou Yansui nodded: "That's right. Although Third Brother is also a scoundrel, at least he knows his limits and knows what he should and shouldn't do. He never gets beaten for nothing."
Lou Hongjian: "...A-Sui, you eat too."
Mao Mao: "Hmm!"
Old Madam Lou ushered the three siblings into the house.
She turned back to Zhang's father and said, "Look, even a child as young as our Mao Mao understands such a simple principle."
The big white cat jumped onto her lap, and the old lady slowly stroked the fur on its back. "If a child does something wrong and isn't properly taught, he will cause even bigger trouble sooner or later. Now that things have come to this, don't let the other children be hurt too."
Mr. Zhang thought of his daughter.
His daughter is remarkably successful. Compared to her eldest son, Zhang Jingshu inherited his business acumen and even surpassed him. He entrusted the business to her, and she managed it very well.
After the accident, his daughter argued with him incessantly and held a grudge for many days. Lately, she hasn't given him a kind look.
Mr. Zhang leaned back in his chair: "Sigh—"
Melodious music drifted from the villa.
Grandma Lou glanced to the side and, through the large French windows of the small living room, could vaguely see the figures of her grandchildren.
A lively Western dance tune played from the gramophone. Lou Hongjian bent down and held his younger sister's hand; the two of them, one big and one small, were dancing happily. Lou Yansui's wheelchair was parked beside them; he held a manuscript paper in his hand and was writing quickly.
Zhang Weihai also noticed this, and after watching for a while, a hint of envy appeared in his eyes.
"Madam Lou, your grandchildren have such a good relationship."
His children were always at each other's throats whenever they met. As a father, he hoped to see his children get along well and work together, but fate had other plans.
Madam Lou picked up her teacup and took a sip, a faint smile appearing on her aged face: "They have a very good relationship, they play together every day, and no one can separate them."
From a distance, Zhang Weihai's gaze lingered on the little girl's innocent and naive face for a moment; the joy radiating from that adorable face seemed to travel over a great distance.
He stared at it for a long time, then picked up the teacup in front of him and drank the tea in one gulp.
He had made up his mind when he put the hat back on his head.
In addition to benevolence, being able to become the president of a chamber of commerce sometimes requires ruthlessness and decisiveness.
...
Grandma Lou held her cat, drank tea in the garden for a while, enjoyed the breeze and the scenery, before slowly leaning on her cane to go back home.
As soon as she entered the door, the big white cat scurried past her feet, its tail held high, and ran to the small living room to play with Mao Mao.
A moment later, it puffed out its tail and rushed out in a hurry, turning into a white shadow and disappearing into a corner of the house with a "whoosh".
Before Madam Lou could react, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the small living room, like a deafening roar that shook her whole body.
Old Madam Lou clutched her pounding chest, her face filled with astonishment and uncertainty: "What? What was that sound?!"
Before I could react, I heard a series of loud bangs, like someone was tearing the house apart.
The clanging and banging were loud and unpleasant, and the noise never stopped.
Old Madam Lou, leaning on her cane, walked briskly toward the small living room.
The Western music playing on the gramophone had stopped at some point, and the white cloth covering the corner was lifted, revealing a beautiful white piano underneath.
Mao Mao was sitting on a tall piano stool, her short fingers resting on the black and white keys, swaying her head and tapping away with a look of pure bliss.
Her two older brothers stood beside her, each covering one ear, and together they directed her: "Press here... Yes, yes, that's it, do-re-mi."
Old Madam Lou's lips moved slightly.
Is Mao Mao playing the piano?
Since it's Mao Mao... if Mao Mao likes it, let her play.
Thump!
Bang!
Knock knock knock!
Clang!
Clang! Clang!
Old Madam Lou: "..."
Old Madam Lou closed her eyes.
Mao Mao likes it, so she endures it...
"Bang bang bang bang—"
Old Madam Lou suddenly opened her eyes: No! I can't stand it!
She stormed in, raised her cane, and struck her third grandson on the leg.
"You're right, my foot! What kind of teaching are you giving me!"
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