Evidently, the Zheng Family Members all knew about Qin Bo's intention to acquire Feng Xiaoyue's Xinghai.
Thus, at the reception where Qin Bo came to mourn, although Liu Zhizhong saw the hosts collectively welcoming him, it seemed somewhat perfunctory, and very much so.
Liu Zhizhong could sense the inner resistance and reluctance of the Zheng Family Members, and even a bit of helplessness.
This indicated that Qin Bo was indeed a powerful figure in Tiandu! Really not comparable to local powerhouses, huh?
But Liu Zhizhong sneered, regardless of how powerful you claim to be in Tiandu, don't you follow the basic decorum? Don't you have any shame? Can you endure the disdain that people talk about behind your back?
Demon Liu's heart steadied!
However, he still observed secretly as the Zheng couple ushered Qin Bo to the front row seat.
Upon his arrival, Qin Bo displayed an arrogant smirk towards Qian Xuan and Xiang Wenhua, his old classmates. He did not offer a handshake but merely patted their shoulders and said something with a smile that was hard to interpret.
Qian Xuan and Xiang Wenhua reacted differently.
Qian Xuan, always the wild one, even brushed off his shoulder where Qin Bo had touched as if Qin Bo's hand were dirty, and then pointed at Qin Bo's nose, saying a few words.
Ultimately, Qin Bo just gave a cold and indifferent smile in return, said a few words, but the situation remained conflict-free, with emotional disturbances within controllable limits.
As for Xiang Wenhua, he was not as wild as Qian Xuan. He simply smiled lightly, sat down, crossed his legs, and said something to Qin Bo. Qin Bo continued nodding and shaking his head, his arrogant smile undiminished, then proceeded to take his seat.
Once seated, Qin Bo ignored Xiang Wenhua and Qian Xuan, opened his briefcase, took out a tablet, and held it, busying himself with something, occasionally taking phone calls, oblivious to those around him.
Other significant figures at the scene, including Li Tanglu and Luo Tianlin, looked at Qin Bo's silhouette with a mix of respect and fear. Liu Zhizhong could truly feel that this young man held a significant position among the powerful families of Tiandu.
Before long, Liu Zhizhong heard over the radio that members of Feng Xiaoyue's family had arrived, shaking him to his core. It was Feng Xiaoyue's parents who had come, just the two of them.
It was evident that Mr. Feng had graying hair, a stern expression, an iron-like visage, and even used a cane. His expression did not seem like one suffering from the loss of a son-in-law. Liu Zhizhong deduced that perhaps… Mr. Feng had always had a strong opinion about this marriage, yet had been helplessly forced into it?
In the affairs of the powerful, who could truly grasp the full picture?
Mrs. Feng appeared quite young, well-maintained, looking like someone in her forties rather than her early fifties, petite and delicate, yet with an aristocratic aura.
Upon their arrival, they received a quite formal reception, as expected.
All procedures proceeded as intended. As the parents-in-law, they lit incense sticks, stood there without bowing, and directly inserted the incense in front of the spirit tablet; they then went to their seats. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥
At that moment, the Zheng couple escorted their in-laws, accompanied by their widowed daughter-in-law, Feng Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue clung to her mother's hand like an innocent child.
Liu Zhizhong felt somewhat heavy-hearted witnessing this scene.
A confidante, and a woman capable of independently handling insightful affairs, she was surely competent to have managed such a large business.
But at times , after losing her husband, when her family came to visit, her traumatized spirit was laid bare—her mother was her immediate pillar of support!
Perhaps, even the strongest individuals have moments of emotional frailty and helplessness?