Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
As soon as he said that, everyone present, except for Old Master Zhuang and the butler, was not surprised. Everyone else had a puzzled expression on their faces.
What adoption? What ingrate? He wasnât Old Master Zhuangâs biological son?
Old Master Zhuang sat on the sofa and sighed. âSeventh Uncle, whatâs the point of saying all this now?â
âWhatâs the use?â The Seventh Elder walked to the coffee table with his walking stick and pointed at Third Uncle Zhuang with his walking stick. âSuch a heartless ingrate can be punished however he wants. You donât have to hide it for him. Just send him to prison for life.â
Old Master Zhuang was a kind person. Otherwise, he would not have adopted Third Uncle Zhuang when everyone was against it. However, his kindness had harmed his eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law, and almost killed his most beloved grandson.
Originally, he wanted to lock up Third Uncle Zhuang and his son for a few days so that they could reflect on their mistakes and take the initiative to turn themselves in. However, it seemed that they did not know how to repent at all.
âCall the police.â Old Master Zhuang said weakly.
âNo, you canât call the police. Iâm your biological son. You canât give up on me!â Third Uncle Zhuang panicked and knelt on the ground. âDad, save me, save Ah Che. Ah Che is your eldest grandson!â
âIs there something wrong with your ears or your comprehension ability?â The Seventh Old Master knocked the Zhuang familyâs third son with his walking stick. â1 already said that youâre not his biological son. Why are you still thick-skinned enough to call him âfatherâ?â
âHow am I not my fatherâs biological son? What proof do you have that Iâm not his son?â Third Uncle Zhuang did not believe it.
The Seventh Old Master said, âYouâre as bad as your own father! Your biological father embezzled public funds, owed the wages of migrant workers, killed several migrant workers, and was finally hacked to death!â
âHow is that possible? Youâre talking nonsense.â Third Uncle Zhuang shouted.
âThird Master, itâs true.â The butler continued, âYou were only two months old. Your mother was afraid of revenge, so she abandoned you and left the city. Sir took pity on you, and youâre the child of Sirâs cousin, so he brought you back and raised you as his own son.â
âYouâre all lying to me!â Third Uncle Zhuang suddenly stood up and pointed at Old Master Zhuang. âYou must have deliberately asked them to lie to me because you didnât want to give it to me. 1 donât believe your nonsense. Hurry up and give me the position of the head of the Zhuang family. You have to give me 40% of the shares.â
The Seventh Old Master commented, âHeâs the same as his father. Not only does he not repent for his mistakes, heâs also a heartless ingrate.â
Old Master Zhuang massaged his eyebrows and said, âCall the police. Donât say anything else.â
Hearing that he was going to call the police, Third Uncle Zhuang cowered again. âDad, weâve been father and son for so many years. How could you just throw everything away?â
âThen why did you poison your brother, sister-in-law, and your nephew?â Old Master Zhuang asked. âWhy are you involve in these illegal businesses?â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIâ¦â Third Uncle Zhuang could not answer.
Zhuang Che came out of the bathroom. He did not hear the conversation in front of him. He only heard Old Master Zhuangâs question. Hence, he replied, âBecause youâre biased, Grandpa. Theyâre all your sons. Why did you give all the good things to First Uncle and his family? Iâm your eldest grandson, but I donât have anything. If we donât think of a way to get some benefits ourselves, weâll starve to death.â
After he finished speaking, everyone looked at him strangely. He asked in confusion, âWhy are you looking at me? Isnât Grandpa biased?â
The butler cleared his throat. âEldest Young Master, Third Master is actually not Sirâs biological son. Sir is just his adoptive father. By the same logic, you are not Sirâs biological grandson.â
âWhat?â Zhuang Che was also confused. âWhat nonsense are you talking about? How am I not my grandfatherâs biological grandson?â
âEnough with the nonsense. Hurry up and call the police to arrest them.âThe Seventh Great-Grandfather dialed 110. âIf you donât want to call them, Iâll do it. I donât like them anyway.â
âNo!!!â Third Uncle Zhuang wanted to snatch the phone.
Zhuang Liu stopped him. âThird Uncle, this may be the last time I will call you this. 1 donât know how many years it will be before we meet again..â