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A moment later he lifted his head again with his hands grabbing the edge of the sofa to keep himself together. “Well—you should be very pleased now. Our family will face bankruptcy soon,” stated Huo Zhenning. He mustered the courage, the remaining bits of himself, as he looked into Xiang Jinxi’s eyes, “You are my son after all. How could you do this to your own fat-”
“Why not?” Interrupted Xiang Jinxi promptly as he beamed at the old man like watching a loser in remorse, “Probably only a father like you could make *both* of your son despise you so deeply in this world. Your corporation is merely a tool for me to further break you. Mother will be delighted seeing you in such pain now, even more so on the last few minutes she lived when she said she regretted forgiving you the whole time, that she should have hated you!”
“…” Huo Zhenning was dumbfounded for a few seconds, he was panting as he leaned against the sofa. He closed his eyes, trying to think through this without sight of Xiang Jinxi but the broken looks of both Qiu Ran and Xiang Ying were imprinted in his mind.
There was not a single word from Xue Yuming. Her jaws were left open the whole time.
I don’t want to hear about his past. Be it Xiang Ying or Qiu Ran, they are already history yet their accursed sons stay!
“I’m getting bored now that your corporation is fully drained—I need a new toy. Hmm—Thunderbolt Corp. though,” teased Xiang Jinxi, looking at how regretful Huo Zhenning was.
“Tsk,” Huo Yunting got up from the sofa, “I might have left the family but it doesn’t mean that I would allow an outsider even more dissociated to destroy it. If you want to play a game, then so it will be a game. Let’s see who will be the toy in the end instead.”
“Oh really? The more I spoke to President Huo, the more I look forward to our little game.” It was silence between them as they stared at each other. There were sparks as their eyes exerted a noticeable pressure to the place.
Huo Yunting flipped his fringe, “Unlike you, I ain’t looking forward to the game at all. Why would I be bothered when it’s very certain that I’ll win?” He walked past Xiang Jinxi and passed a gaze at the formally-dressed bodyguard in leather shoes, snorted, “Oh wow, do you really have to be so defensive when you visit somebody else’s house?” He nonchalantly went to the porch and before leaving the house, he made his last word, “Your life is just like Xiang Yuan Group – all *worthless* in my eyes.”
Well. No one’s savage as Yunting; no one’s infuriating as Yunting.
He sure did pick up something from his practice of insults over the past 500 chapters, that even Xiang Jinxi, the icy man, could not help but to clench his fists, having his eyes widened.
I’ve been hearing stories about harsh remarks this little ‘brother’ of mine could pull off towards people. Looks like it’s very true.
“Anyway, Huo Zhenning, sometimes it’s never too late for a sweet revenge. People will have a taste of their own medicine eventually. Don’t you agree?” He stated as he withdrew his disdainful eyes and walked away.
Like a theater after the play, the living room was empty and quiet again as the sound of Huo Zhenning wheezing echoed in the space. He was sent to his past in his mind as he thought real hard on what he had done to the people around him over the last few decades.
“Dear?” His wife was ignored.
“Dear!” Xue Yuming patted his chests and rubbed pitifully as her mind ran wild.
What should we do?
Seriously, what should we do?!
This old man will get bankrupt soon if nothing is done at this point!
I’ll lose everything!!
Wait—Wait a minute. There’s something I can do…
Lu Zhaoyang.
“I’ll get you to your bed,” said Xue Yuming, lethargically lifting the stunned old man upstairs to his room.
She sang him a lullaby and assured him that everything would be fine. It was only until she heard her husband snoring, she took out her phone and made a deep breath. The phone was shaking in her grip as she tiptoed to the outside after giving one final glimpse at the sleeping man.
She went to the balcony and called Lu Zhaoyang.
“Yes, mother. Is there anything?” Said Lu Zhaoyang coldly though respectful.
