He Yirong closed his eyes: "I will not give up, as long as there’s no news of Jingyao, I will not give up for one more day!"
His son, his most outstanding son, absolutely cannot be in trouble!
Liu Minjun took a deep breath and looked at him: "No matter if Jingyao can come back or not, is there something you should deal with first?"
"What?" He Yirong looked up at her.
Liu Minjun spat out three words through gritted teeth: "He Yizheng!"
He Yirong’s face twitched violently.
Liu Minjun, seeing this, gave a slight cold smile: "What, you still can’t bear to do it? He wants to harm you, and indirectly harmed Jingyao... Do you think, if something happens to Jingyao, at least you still have a son?"
"No, of course not!" He Yirong denied somewhat awkwardly, "He even wants me dead, how could I still have expectations for him? I just... don’t know what to do."
"What to do? You are his father now, not his brother, isn’t it just a matter of one sentence how to handle it." Liu Minjun said coldly, "If he were your brother, out of consideration for the old man’s face, you probably really couldn’t do anything to him, but now... hum."
He Yirong frowned and remained silent.
The next day, the HI Group board meeting was held under a heavy atmosphere.
After the meeting ended, the others quickly and silently left, afraid of getting involved, soon leaving only He Yirong and He Yizheng in the office.
He Yizheng’s face was clouded, his handsome face appeared somewhat twisted.
"Dad, why?" His voice was extremely suppressed, "During this time, I’ve followed your instructions and haven’t contacted the President’s office at all, why did you remove me from my position?"
He Yirong looked at him calmly: "Because you’re incompetent."
"Incompetent?" He Yizheng suddenly stood up and kicked the chair beside him hard, "For so many years, I’ve worked like a bull for HI, the achievements made in S country were evident to everyone... and you say I’m incompetent?" Follow current novels on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
He Yizheng exerted all his strength just to hold back his resentment!
Why, why didn’t this old man die in Lingdu?
If he had died, HI would be his, and what business would this old man have?
He Yirong looked at his snarling face and suddenly laughed.
"Yizheng, since you were little, I didn’t pay much attention to you, after all, you were just a half-brother to me then." He Yirong said calmly, "Now I know, you are my son. But I would rather you were my brother, then you wouldn’t think HI belongs entirely to you, nor would you do such a dastardly thing."
He Yizheng was slightly shocked, and suddenly looked up: "Dad, what do you mean by that?"
"If you want nobody to know, then don’t do it." He Yirong shook his head in disappointment, "You secretly arranged the meeting for me to go to Lingdu, didn’t you? Did you really think you could hide it from me?"
He Yizheng’s pupils contracted violently.
"Dad... your accident, was just an accident." He Yizheng forced a smile, "You can’t pin this crime on me because of it, that’s not fair!"
"Do I need to throw evidence in your face to call it fair?" He Yirong sneered, "He Yizheng, I never realized you were such a selfish, cold-blooded, careless person!"