Chapter 677: Stories within Stories: Happy Events and Funerals
Arvin Chen died a violent death. In order to let his son pass away peacefully without resentment, Mr. Chen spent a lot of money to consult Mr. Chen, a Feng Shui master from Hong Kong many times.
After the ritual of salvation, an auspicious auspicious tomb was chosen for burial. However, the fate of the two sisters Mingjia and Mingqi was quite tragic. It was not enough that one life was exchanged for another's, and the burial place was still in the auspicious tomb of three declines and seven defeats, and they suffered for generations.
Old Master Chen lost his son before him, and his resentment is so overwhelming that he has no place to vent it. Anyone who is related to his son's death must not be allowed to live.
As for Zhao Sheng who was injured and escaped, it was only a matter of time before he was caught.
Except for the 7x2k gang in Hong Kong City, which did not participate in the siege, the other two gangs accepted the mission.
There was a lot of commotion outside, but in the Mid-Levels Garden Residence it seemed as if nothing had happened.
Zhao Sheng chats with Grandma Zhong about family matters every day and keeps healthy by eating and drinking well.
After receiving the appraisal report three days later, Zhong Bangyou and his wife Yang Ying confronted Zhong Jiaxu directly.
The matter was carried out in secret and Zhong Jiaxu was completely unaware of it. When he heard the news, he just thought it was a joke.
“Today is not April Fools’ Day if you are trying to get mad at me for my previous life choices.
There is no need to make such a joke. If I am not your biological son, then who is?"
Zhong Bangyou never drags his feet when speaking or doing things. Considering Jiasheng's dangerous situation, he just wants to cut the Gordian knot.
"Jia Xu, the appraisal report is very clear. The facts are before us. You are indeed not our biological child.
Although it is not you who caused the current situation, some things have already happened and we have to face them."
“If you need to consider buffer time, just move to the apartment your mom bought for you.
From now on you are no longer my son and your name needs to be changed."
"And this is all your money over the years and the hard work we put into you."
Yang Ying put another prepared document on the table. Even though she was still reluctant, when it came to major issues, it was always her husband who had more courage and vision who made the decisions.
“Raising a child is a huge investment, and we don’t need your compensation.
I just want you to know that you are the only one who benefits from this matter both financially and emotionally.
We are the ones who have been deceived for more than 20 years and have put in a lot of effort and money.”
Zhong Bang saw that he looked unhappy, but he did not delay because he knew that if he did not make a decision, he would suffer the consequences.
“Your original parents are in the north, I can take you there if necessary.
As for what life is like over there, you know it well from having done research on related topics.”
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Zhong Bangyou was informed of all the pros and cons one by one. He would not be emotional when calculating the gains and losses. If he were to be emotional, it would be unfair to his own son.
In terms of gains and losses, Forex is the one stuck in the mud.
Blood ties are insignificant when it comes to the division of interests, let alone a non-biological son.
Zhong Bangyou and Yang Ying believe that they do not have enough energy to balance the psychology of a child who is not their biological child.
If Zhong Jiaxu had to wait until he was calm and able to accept the situation before taking his biological son back, that would be absolutely impossible.
Zhong Jiaxu didn't know how he could listen to those words that were as sharp as needles and knives. Every word seemed to be digging at his bones and taking his flesh out. The reality was too hard for him to accept.
He recognized all the words on the document, but it seemed as if he knew nothing about it.
"Why are you so impatient? You know I'm not your biological child and you kick me out right away? I have hands and feet, so why would I refuse to leave?"
"We've been together for more than 20 years, and now you just say you don't recognize me. Are you so cold-blooded?" Zhong Jiaxu gritted his teeth, his parents' hands were shaking as he faced the reality that was so terrifying.
"Zhong Xu, think about it carefully. We don't owe you anything. No one owes you anything."
Yang Ying had known that he would have this attitude, and when she met his gaze as he looked at his enemy, she could only sigh in her heart.
It’s okay for Zhong Xu to be mediocre, but he can’t be brainless. When encountering something, instead of discussing the matter, what’s the point of just venting his emotions?
Compared with Jiasheng's neither humble nor arrogant, calm and sensible attitude, the adopted son is really not up to par.
"I hope you can calm down and handle things rationally instead of ranting emotionally."
There is no point in talking more as they have different standpoints. After Zhong Bang explained the situation clearly, he said nothing more.
While Sister Mei and her group were talking downstairs, they had already packed Zhong Jiaxu's luggage and made sure to move it out that day.
Since the adopted son is in the Zhong family, the biological son cannot truly integrate into the Zhong family.
Having already missed out on twenty-six years, we can’t continue making such foolish mistakes.
Zhong Bang didn't have that much free time to waste with his adopted son. Thinking about what Jiasheng had said to him at night, he felt it was a difficult situation.
He was being hunted, so hiding was not a good idea.
If we don't let the people over there give in, the crisis cannot be resolved.
After repeated consideration, he decided to use a trick to survive from the desperate situation.
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After the Lesser Heat, the Greater Heat arrives.
I don’t know if it’s because of the warmer weather, but the Ding family has returned to their former bustling state.
Mr. Ding and Mrs. Ding, who were originally in a cold war, are now living under the same roof because of their son's wedding, ending their six-month long separation.
Lin Yiyi and Ding Li don't understand marriage matters. Apart from spending the whole day together, all the busy work falls on Huo Nina.
Jewelry, dresses, wedding banquets, wedding supplies, drawing up a guest list, choosing an auspicious date...
There are also more detailed things like drinks, dishes, furniture, appliances, and a lot of other things, and nothing can be neglected.
Lin Yiyi got a headache when she saw the long marriage form written by her future mother-in-law. She thought marriage was just about getting a marriage certificate and having a banquet, but she never expected there were so many complications.
I went there five times just to try on the dresses and have them resized, and I also had to change the jewelry I wanted to match the Chinese cheongsam over and over again.
Because her future parents-in-law need her to nod in satisfaction for everything, so she can't be lazy or just have some quiet time.
Another month passed before we were busy.
By the time Lin Yiyi saw the news about the dock burning in the newspaper, it was already a week after the incident.
The newspaper contained a large picture and three small detailed pictures.
The man with severe facial burns could not be identified at all, and only a Hong Kong resident ID card with his name printed on it could reveal the deceased's identity.
More than half of the space on the ID card where the photo was pasted was burned, and other than the name and birthday, everything else was unclear.
Lin Yiyi couldn't believe that the deceased in the newspaper was Zhao Sheng, whom she knew.
How could such a powerful person die so easily?
The last time she met him was when she treated him to dinner. If she had known that Zhao Sheng would have such a short life, she should have been generous and ordered more dishes.
The report did not contain much text, nor did it explain the cause of the accident. When Lin Yiyi saw the last sentence that no one claimed the accident, she suddenly felt sad.
He was the same as she was when she first came into this world a year ago.
If she hadn't met Zhao Sheng that snowy night, and had frozen to death in the wild, would there have been no one to collect her body?
When she thought of this ending, Lin Yiyi seemed to remember the biting cold wind from the north that night.
She had nowhere to escape the fear.
Thinking about my current situation again, the comparison made me feel sorry for him.
A happy event, a funeral.
Some people celebrated her happy life later in life, but no one cried for her.
Thinking that Zhao Sheng, Ding Yan and Ding Li were in the same group, they must have known about his accident.
Since there is this report, it means that something big happened that she doesn't know about, and it even means that people can't be involved with him.
Lin Yiyi was an outsider. Thinking that she had not yet repaid his kindness, and yet she could not make things difficult for Ding Li, she quietly went to the claim office, spent money to buy a cemetery and hired someone to bury Zhao Sheng.
I just felt a moment of heartache when I gave the money. The expenses for the cemetery, paper wreaths, paper people, and the master chanting sutras cost 18,000 yuan.
If she hadn't acted pitiful and bargained, she would have gotten HK$20,000.
Lin Yiyi also thought about burying her body at sea and scattering her ashes, so she wouldn't have to buy a cemetery.
But thinking that he had already been burned once, he softened his heart and changed it to burial.
Once the money was paid, things were done quickly, and Zhao Sheng's funeral was handled in one day.
A new tombstone has been added to a cemetery garden somewhere in Hong Kong.
Tomb of poor man Zhao Sheng, born on August 1, 1949, died on May 20, 1976
Lin Yiyi stood in front of the tombstone and muttered to herself for a while, and finally placed a nameless flower picked from the roadside on it.
Then he excused himself, "It's not that I'm stingy, it's just that it's not easy to save money, don't bother with me."
"There's no need to send me dreams on the night of my return. I'm afraid."
Looking up, it was getting late, so Lin Yiyi pressed the tombstone again and ran away with the cloth bag on her back.
She always felt that the cemetery was eerie, and the sun didn't come out today, and it rained sparsely all day.
After she left, a man holding an umbrella appeared where she had just stood.
After seeing the words on the tombstone and the black-and-white pencil photo on it, the stern man under the umbrella smiled.
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