Chapter 165 Transaction

The entire upper class of Linhai knew that when the only son of the Han family was sixteen years old, the crowd drove the Zhou family's mysterious third uncle out of the Han family because of a fortune-telling. The old man even said that if someone in Linhai wanted to ask him for help in the future, there would be no discussion unless Han came to ask for help again. Later, he left Linhai in a fit of anger and stayed there for ten years.

But only Zhou Changming knew that in Zhou Yannan's eyes, Han Zhong was like a junior, and he would even often ask him about Han Zhong's recent situation. He would never get angry and leave Linhai because of such a trivial matter.

It was he who asked Zhou Yannan to leave the Zhou family and leave Linhai because the Zhou family would kill Zhou Yannan and he wanted Zhou Yannan to live.

The phone buzzed and the caller was Zhou Changyi.

"Brother, it's me, Changyi, are you free now?"

“I’m in the hospital.”

"…Is Third Uncle okay?"

"What is it? Just tell me."

"Dad...is dying. He wants to see you."

“…”

"elder brother?"

"Let him die."

He hung up the phone without hesitation, but the next moment it rang again. It was Zhou Changyi again. He picked it up expressionlessly, but before he could say anything, his aunt's sharp voice came from the other end -

"You are an unfilial son! He is your biological father! You are a cold-blooded and heartless ungrateful person! If you don't come here, he will die with his eyes wide open!"

"Then let him die with his eyes open."

"Zhou Changming! Are you crazy? Don't you want the family property anymore?!"

"It's a pile of dirty stuff. You can take it if you like."

"How can we get it if you don't come?! He has to see you before he announces the will! I tell you to come quickly! Otherwise I will-"

Before she could finish her words, the call was hung up again. A few minutes later, Zhou Changyi sent him a text message from his mobile phone, saying that Zhou Yannan was already old and that day was inevitable, so he should not be too sad. He also said that Zhou Gaozhen was his biological father after all, so he should take a last look at him to avoid regretting it later.

His words revealed one meaning: Zhou Gaozhen was his biological father and the pillar of the Zhou family, while Zhou Yannan was just an elder from a side branch. It was obvious who was more important.

Zhou Changming laughed angrily, so much so that he wanted to curse. He wanted to rush into Zhou Gaozhen's ward, grab him by the collar and ask him who helped the Zhou family get successful, how did all the wealth, power and fame come from, how did his mother die, how did Zhou Yannan end up like this, and how did he, Zhou Gaozhen and his son survive.

But he was too tired, both physically and mentally. He hadn't had a good sleep for a week. He was afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, someone would wake him up and tell him that Zhou Yannan was dead. He would feel that he was the one who killed Zhou Yannan, the person who saved him from the fire and grew up with him.

Jiang Wu's call came just in time. He almost asked Jiang Wu for help, but before Zhou Yannan fell into coma, he desperately grabbed his clothes and asked him not to tell Jiang Wu. If he didn't listen to Zhou Yannan, given the other party's temper, he would stab himself and kill him even if he woke up.

The only thing about Zhou Yannan that best reflects his age, apart from his many ailments, is his stubborn, donkey-like temper.

I don't know if he had this temper when he was young, or if he became so stubborn as he got older.

He was looking at the unconscious man on the bed and thinking aimlessly. Suddenly, his cell phone rang again. He was really annoyed. He didn't even want to be nice to Zhou Changyi, so he turned around and answered the phone and scolded in a low voice, "I have no interest in his things. You'd better wait until he dies before calling me!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone. The next moment, a strange woman's calm voice came over, "Sorry to bother Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Changming was startled, took out his phone and took a look. It was an unfamiliar number, not Zhou Changyi. He calmed down a little and asked, "Who are you?"

"Someone who wants to do business with you."

“…”

Zhou Changming was too lazy to even reply, and was about to hang up the phone when he suddenly heard someone on the other end say, "I can save Zhou Yannan."

His hands froze, and Zhou Changming's brain froze for a second before he reacted, "...what?"

"I said I could save Zhou Yannan."

"condition."

Zhou Changming really wanted to save Zhou Yannan, but he was not stupid. The other party didn't even tell his name, and he knew that Zhou Yannan was sick, but he asked to help him save people. It sounded suspicious.

"A drop of my heart's blood."

“…”

Zhou Changming's heart suddenly shook, and he instantly remembered the scene ten years ago when he pushed open the door of the mourning hall and saw Zhou Yannan cutting his wrists and bleeding profusely.

Blood, blood again.

"…What do you want to do with your heart's blood?"

"In order to obtain the innate Qi."

The woman on the other end of the phone didn't seem to be trying to be mysterious, and answered calmly, "In every generation of the Zhou family, there is a male who inherits the innate Qi. This thing is very rare. Now only your Zhou family has it. Your hard work can obtain the innate Qi."

Zhou Changming was not unfamiliar with the term "innate qi". In every generation, the Zhou family would choose one person to become a Taoist priest. He knew some Taoist knowledge and knew that Zhou Yannan had this thing, which was very beneficial for cultivation.

So the other party is also a cultivator, and he wants his blood for the purpose of cultivation?

"Okay, I'll answer—"

He felt a little relieved, and was about to ask how to save Zhou Yannan when a hand suddenly reached out from behind and snatched the phone from his hand. The next second, a familiar male voice rang in his ears, low and lazy -

"I told you to come to me if you need anything, not him."

"I'm sorry, but the Zhou family's fortunes were declining, and he thought you were dead, so he looked for Zhou Changming. This shouldn't be considered a breach of promise."

"Get lost."

“…”

Zhou Changming turned around and saw Zhou Yannan's pale and sickly face. His thin, sleepy eyes drooped over his light-colored pupils, his lips were colorless, and he looked as if he was transparent.

Noticing his gaze, Zhou Yannan lifted his eyelids and looked at him. His voice was not as strong as when he was on the phone just now, and he was a little dazed. "You look like you're about to cry. Do I look bad?"

"Like a ghost that has been dead for three days."

“…”

Zhou Yannan looked at him quietly for a moment, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry to have made you worry."

Zhou Changming couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly threw himself into his arms, holding him tightly like he did before, except that he was half a head taller than Zhou Yannan now, so he didn't need to use his hands and feet to hold him anymore. Instead, he could just easily hold his neck and hold him tightly in his arms.

This old man forgotten by time has not changed in appearance or even in height.

Zhou Yannan was struggling to stand, and he almost fainted when he was squeezed like this. He frowned, but still raised his hand and patted his back, "I'm not dead yet. You can cry after I die."

"Shut up, old man!"

“…”

Zhou Yannan wanted to say that he was "rebellious", but he didn't have much energy. He decided not to waste it on teaching the child a lesson. He patted his head and said, "You won't die. I promised you."

He still clearly remembered the panic-stricken look of the child who broke into the mourning hall ten years ago and looked at the wound on his hand in shock and astonishment, and the look of the child who cried and begged him to leave the Zhou family, leave Linhai, and let him live after learning the truth about the Zhou family's prosperity for generations.

It’s a pity that he couldn’t find a way to live well in these ten years, so he had to come back.

His eyes fell on the call record on the phone, his light-colored eyelashes fluttered, and a ripple appeared in his calm eyes.

Originally he thought he lived for responsibility, but now his responsibility requires him to live, so he has to live no matter what.