Rong Shaoze offered a faint smile, "Grandfather, you’ve finally admitted it. You favor Rong Mingyan as compensation. You do indeed plan to hand over the company to him, perhaps even all of the assets in your hands, right? Because you think I’ve acquired Secret Gate, you feel Shengjue should go to Rong Mingyan, don’t you?"
Rong Guangguo was slightly stunned but had to admit it.
"That’s right, that’s what I think. You are both my grandsons, and I want you both to have a good life, each inheriting a part of the family assets."
"But the Secret Gate is what I inherited from Grandma, not from you."
Rong Guangguo glared back, "So what?! You got what you wanted. What’s wrong if Shengjue goes to Mingyan?"
Rong Shaoze couldn’t help but laugh. He spoke calmly, "Grandfather, you’re getting old and entertain the thought that assets should be split equally. Nevertheless, that also shows that Mingyan and I hold the same importance in your heart. But what I want to tell you is, obtaining Secret Gate was through my own strength. The price I paid is enough for me to deserve it. Shengjue’s current success includes my contributions; I’ve put in no small effort. I only know that everything I’ve struggled for on my own is mine. I won’t surrender my things to anyone over sentiments or a few words from you; I don’t share them equally with others. In my world, there are only things that belong to me, and those that do not. Never has there been a situation where something belonging to me ends up belonging to someone else."
His words were light and breezy, but they conveyed a clear message of his arrogance and dominance.
He disregarded others; in his world, there were only things he deemed should or should not be done.
No one could influence his thoughts or decisions.
Rong Guangguo admired this assertiveness, but at this moment, he also detested it.
"Shaoze, Shengjue is mine. Whom I decide to leave it to shouldn’t require your consent," Rong Guangguo was equally uncompromising.
Having managed Shengjue for decades, he too possessed determination and ruthlessness.
Indecision was not Shaoze’s style, nor was it Rong Guangguo’s.
Rong Shaoze smiled slightly, stood up, and tidied his suit, speaking indifferently, "Whatever decision you make, of course, doesn’t require my consent, just like when you drove me off and let Rong Mingyan take over, you didn’t ask for my opinion. Grandfather, I won’t interfere with your decision, but I want you to know that Shengjue, as of now, is mine. Even if you want to leave it to Mingyan, you’ll have to see what you can give him."
Rong Guangguo was shocked!
This statement from his grandson not only severely wounded his pride and dignity, but it also hurt his heart.
Everything was his own fault, the karma he created that led family to turn against each other without a shred of compassion.
"Grandfather, as long as you don’t meddle with Shengjue’s affairs, you will always be the most respected grandfather in my heart. I am determined to deal with Rong Mingyan. But I have promised you, I will try to spare his life; that is the limit of my tolerance."
"Good, very good!" Rong Guangguo stood up, shaking his head in pained laughter. His aged face looked even more desolate.
"As expected of the successor raised by your grandmother, you fully embody her ruthless ways; truly, you are her grandson."
A strange light flashed in Rong Shaoze’s eyes. He pressed his lips together and said nothing.