Zhang Family’s old house.
Zhang Anfeng walked into the main hall with his wife Lin Yi, followed by their eldest daughter’s family of three.
Seeing the old man seated at the head of the table, the couple immediately put on bright smiles, "Dad, why did you suddenly ask us to come back for dinner today? If I’m not mistaken, the family dinner is supposed to be tomorrow, right?"
He didn’t have the leisure his own father enjoyed, only needing to paint and write whenever he felt like it, and even having a rule where no one could visit him unless, like in ancient times, they sent a visiting card in advance and received a reply stating the allowed visiting time.
Although he managed to run his art company successfully thanks to his father’s connections, he couldn’t avoid putting in some effort.
Just today, when he was busy at the company, he received a last-minute notice from the old man, asking the whole family to return to the old house for dinner.
The notice was abrupt, but thinking of the old man’s increasingly irritable temper, Zhang Anfeng didn’t dare delay. He ended his work hastily and rushed the family to the old house, with only his son still away on a business trip. They managed to arrive just in time for dinner. Read full story at novel•fire.net
Zhang Nachuan, who never appreciated his son, who lacked any talent in painting and calligraphy and was now utterly tainted with the stench of money, snorted coldly at his words, "Can’t you stop by to see this old man even if it’s not time for the family dinner? Just having a meal with us and it’s delaying our big chairman Zhang’s money-making?"
He swore he just asked casually!
Lin Yi was already used to this father-son bickering routine, and smoothly intervened, "Dad, listen to you! We always want to come and see you, but without your summons, we’re afraid to disturb your work. Come on, Nannan, go call great-grandpa!" As she spoke, she gently nudged her granddaughter.
Since their daughter and son grew up, only this great-grandchild could now ease the old man’s temper a bit.
The little girl with pigtails in a pink princess dress stumbled forward, grabbing Zhang Nachuan’s leg, and looked up with wide eyes, saying in a sweet voice, "Great-grandpa, Nannan is here to see you!"
Even though he suspected the words were taught by either his daughter-in-law or granddaughter, Zhang Nachuan’s expression softened, and he picked up the child, "Alright, everyone sit down. I’ve called you over today to announce something very important."
Just as Zhang Anfeng sat down, his heart skipped a beat at these words.
Was the old man finally planning to distribute that pile of assets under his name?
Lin Yi tightened her grip on the armrest. Although the old man had only her husband as a son, and the missing little sister could be disregarded, given his temper, he might impulsively the most valuable museum under his name without compensation.
Zhang Nachuan didn’t look at the changing expressions of a few people. After putting the child down, he picked up a document folder by his side.
The document folder contained a paternity test report, though it was not the original; the original had been taken by Xu Ling’an. This contained a copy.
Seeing the document folder, Zhang Anfeng became even more excited and hurriedly went over to receive it with both hands.
As he opened it, he asked, "Dad, what is this..."
Why use a document folder? Could it be deeds for transferring ownership of the museum and its paintings?
"It’s a paternity test report."
Zhang Anfeng froze as he was about to take out the contents.
Had the old man found out about the mistress he secretly kept, who also bore him a young son?
How did he find out? Could it be that shameless woman bypassed him to meet the old man without his permission?
Thinking of his wife sitting behind him and his eldest daughter’s family of three across from him, Zhang Anfeng suddenly felt the document folder in his hands weigh a thousand pounds.
The old man, with his traditional mindset, despised such matters. So today... could it end well for him?
"Dad, this matter, I..."
Zhang Anfeng, while speaking, summoned the courage to look over, but seeing the old man’s somewhat smiling expression, he faltered.
The rest of "can explain" got swallowed back down.
Was the old man happy because there was another grandson, or was he confused from anger? He truly couldn’t tell.
"Why aren’t you taking them out? This is a great joy for our family. Never thought this day would come, I’m truly ecstatic!"
Zhang Anfeng: "..." Or maybe this day could be his funeral!
With trembling hands, he finally took out the thin two sheets of paper inside.