Chapter 52 Who are you? You're not my brother!
"A scar?" Murong Chen was stunned.
Does Brother Chi have a scar on his left shoulder?
Just then, Kong Ran walked over.
She circled around Murong Chen once, finally fixing her gaze on his face as she scrutinized him: "Don't you remember? You fell off your bicycle when you were learning to ride before returning to China."
Murong Chen swallowed hard: "I...I...my scars have long since healed!"
"All done?" Kong Ran frowned slightly. "So fast?"
"Of course, with my young and small physique, a wound the size of a bowl would heal in no time!"
After saying that, Murong Chen deliberately asked, "Sister, you don't want to see my injuries, do you?"
Kong Ran panicked: "How could that be! Mommy said you fell pretty badly and might have scars, so I can't believe it..."
"Oh, don't overthink it. My wound has healed a long time ago. I'm going to change now!"
After saying that, Murong Chen fled back to his room in a flash.
Only after closing the door, shutting out Kong Ran's suspicious gaze, did his wildly beating heart begin to calm down.
At the dining table, Kong Ran stared at Murong Chen's retreating figure as he fled into the house, still feeling that something was off, and she couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Mommy's diagnosis is correct; how could such an obvious scar disappear?
She couldn't help but think of her brother's strange behavior lately.
For example, my younger brother, who never used to sleep in, has recently been getting up the latest.
My younger brother, who never plays video games, suddenly became incredibly skilled at it;
Also, my younger brother doesn't like mushrooms anymore!
This is absolutely incredible!
How could my little brother not love shiitake mushrooms, which are such a delicious food?!
unless……
A bold idea suddenly popped into Kong Ran's mind—
Unless, the younger brother in front of me is not Kong Chi!
Just as I was thinking of this, Murong Chen came out after changing his clothes.
She stared intently at him.
The little head was still thinking.
But if he isn't Kong Chi, then who is he?
After all, this younger brother looks exactly like Kong Chi!
Murong Chen felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze and stammered, "W-what are you looking at?"
After a long pause, Kong Ran made up his mind and tentatively asked, "Little Chichi, I think you've been very suspicious lately. I'm going to test you!"
"What kind of test?" Murong Chen felt a sense of foreboding.
Without saying a word, Kong Ran asked, "What's my birthday? Tell me!"
"June 18th." Murong Chen paused for a moment, then answered readily.
Kong Ran narrowed his eyes and asked again, "What about Mommy's birthday?"
"The tenth day of the second month!"
Kong Ran's doubts subsided, and after thinking for a moment, she asked, "What was the name of the manor we stayed at when we were abroad?"
"Burton Manor?"
Kong Ran nodded; he had answered them all correctly.
Murong Chen breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her expression.
Fortunately, Chi Ge had given him all this information when they were exchanging it.
Otherwise, we would definitely be exposed today!
Unexpectedly, just a second after he felt relieved, Kong Ran suddenly blurted out a line of ancient poetry: "What is the next line after 'My old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower'?"
Murong Chen: "?!"
He was completely stunned.
Kong Ran scrutinized him: "Little Chichi, you could already recite the Three Hundred Tang Poems backwards when you were three years old. You can't possibly not be able to answer such a simple poem, can you?"
Murong Chen: "..."
Of course he couldn't answer that!
Three Hundred Tang Poems!
Memorizing so many poems would be a nightmare!
Time ticked by, and seeing the growing suspicion in Kong Ran's eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "Drive into Sichuan to buy rabbit heads!"
Kong Ran immediately asked, "What's the next line after 'This old man, in a moment of youthful exuberance'?"
Seeing that she didn't react, Murong Chen continued to make up a story: "He can eat two whole roasted lambs!"
Kong Ran clapped his hands: "The sun shines on the incense burner, producing purple smoke."
Murong Chen: "The chopped chili fish head is so delicious!"
Kong Ran: "If Heaven had feelings, it too would grow old."
Murong Chen: "Two barbecue meals a day!"
Kong Ran: "..."
Seeing that she wasn't asking any more questions, Murong Chen glanced at her, his heart pounding with panic: "Looks like I've given myself away!"
Unexpectedly, just as he gritted his teeth and was about to reveal his true colors, Kong Ran suddenly stood up, rushed over and hugged him: "Waaah, it all comes together! As expected of my learned and talented little brother, it was definitely right!"
Murong Chen looked bewildered, three question marks slowly appearing above his head. Had he stumbled upon the right answer by accident?
Little did people know that Kong Ran was actually only a half-baked poet, only knowing the first line and not the second.
She thought they all rhymed, so she naturally assumed they were correct!
Murong Chen quickly accepted his "talented scholar" persona, patted Kong Ran on the back, and said smugly, "Of course I'm your younger brother, after all, I'm so talented!"
Is it really that easy to get verified?
If I had known, I wouldn't have had anything to be worried about!
Let alone three hundred poems, even eight hundred more like these would be a piece of cake for him to respond to.
Kong Ran nodded earnestly: "Little Chichi, you're the best!"
Murong Chen chuckled: "Ask me anytime if you can't remember a poem next time, and I guarantee you'll get full marks on the exam!"
...
While Murong Chen and Kong Ran were enjoying a loving and respectful relationship, little did they know that their father was at the old mansion, where tensions were running high.
Inside the hall, all of the dozen or so chairs were occupied.
Murong Ting sat in the first seat on the left, his gaze somber: "Second Uncle, the old man is only in a coma, he's still alive. It's rather inappropriate to clamor for a division of the family at this critical juncture."
The man in the main seat, with a thick beard, was around fifty years old and dressed in a Zhongshan suit.
He was lean and wiry, with a straight back. He squinted and slowly said, "Ah Ting, the old man's illness has been going on for a while now. This time, he has fallen into a coma. Although I also hope that the old man will live to be a hundred, the current situation is what it is. Many doctors have come to see him and said that they are powerless to help."
"I advocate dividing the family now to avoid the possibility that if the old man suddenly passes away before he can make a will, it could lead to infighting and an irreparable situation."
Murong Ting sneered: "It's good that Second Uncle has such thoughts, but rest assured, as long as I'm here, the old man won't have any accidents. In other words, even if something really happens, it's not Second Uncle's place to speak here, is it?"
Murong Zheng's expression darkened. Before he could speak, Murong Hao couldn't help but point at Murong Ting and shout, "Murong Ting, the old man is not going to wake up now. My father is the old man's only son and your elder. If his opinion doesn't count, do you think yours does?"
Murong Ting looked at Murong Hao with a cold eye.
His cousin, whom he usually avoids, is now acting arrogantly, taking advantage of the large number of people in the family.
He curled the corners of his lips into a smile: "Of course, it's my decision."
Murong Hao was surprised that Murong Ting would agree, and he immediately choked up, unable to catch his breath, and could only stare at Murong Ting with wide eyes.
Murong Ting stood up and said calmly, "As far as I am concerned, I am the eldest grandson of the Murong family and the successor that the old man values most!"
"Logically, I own 31% of the company's shares, making me the largest shareholder. The Murong family has 36 subsidiaries and 109 branches, and I am in charge of all their daily operations."
"Tell me, if I don't have the final say in the entire Murong family, then who does?"
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