"Huh? How did you know?"
Liu Zhizhong smiled bitterly and said, "If he were alive, wouldn't he show up at his brother's funeral personally? It's just my simple logical deduction!"
Qian Xuan nodded and said, "Hmm, correct judgment. Zheng Changsheng died that night."
"Oh... because of Director Feng's ashtray?"
"Not just because of her, but also because of her brother's kick."
"What?" Liu Zhizhong stood up, "Director Feng has a brother?"
"Yes, he's called Feng Xiaohu, three years older than us. At that time, he came over to join the drinking, since I called him over after returning from the army. Xiaohu is quite an upright guy, and has a pretty good reputation in our circle."
Liu Zhizhong was curious, "And then?"
"Then, when he came over, he saw Zheng Changsheng coming downstairs, holding his head. Xiaohu asked him what happened. Zheng Changsheng drunkenly said, 'I just touched your sister's butt, and she hit me with an ashtray.' Xiaohu kicked him and sent him tumbling down 19 steps. He twitched a few times at the bottom and then died."
Liu Zhizhong fell silent...
Qian Xuan continued, "Later, the private forensic report showed that Feng Xiaoyue's ashtray hit already caused internal bleeding. Feng Xiaohu's kick made Zheng Changsheng fall down the stairs and hit the corner of the wall, which exactly hit the injured spot again. The already serious head injury was made worse."
As he spoke, he spread his hands, extinguished his cigarette, drank tea, and shook his head, indeed quite emotional.
"And then? Director Feng married Zheng Sanjing. What about her brother?"
"This was an internal accidental injury of one of the Southwest's top local wealthy families, but it was a big deal! At that time, Zheng Sanjing was crippled, and the Zheng family placed their hopes on Zheng Changsheng and Zheng Shishi. Shishi was very excellent, no doubt, but after all, she was a daughter. The Zheng family's honor ultimately depended on Zheng Changsheng, but he died. Can you imagine how furious the Zheng family was?"
Liu Zhizhong took a deep breath and nodded, "Indeed, it's understandable... after all, it resulted in a death, and life is paramount..."
"So, after negotiations between the Zheng family and the Feng family, no case was filed. They just used investigative means to figure everything out, so that's why there was the private forensic report. This matter, except for us involved, stayed absolutely secret. Anyway, Feng Xiaoyue married Zheng Sanjing as an apology to protect her brother. Because if it wasn't for Xiaohu's kick, Zheng Changsheng might not have died."
Liu Zhizhong nodded silently, it seemed to indeed be the case. Follow current novᴇls on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Then, the Feng family paid 20 million for Feng Xiaoyue to set up a film and entertainment company, but Zheng Sanjing took all the shares. Also, Feng Xiaohu was sent abroad, and apart from normal visits back home, he was not allowed to do business in the country or engage in any investments."
"The Feng family ceded part of their economic privileges to the Zheng family. That's how the matter finally calmed down."
"Now that Zheng Sanjing has died, sigh... Can you imagine how desperate the Zheng family members must feel? Third Uncle Zheng was once such a prominent figure, but in his old age, both his sons died one after another, and he has no grandchildren. In our circle, this is called what? Extinction of descendants! It's something to be ridiculed."
"Only sons count as heirs, daughters don't count. This is the custom passed down from our ancestors; and modern medical science says sons naturally have the Y chromosome, which represents the family bloodline, right?"
Liu Zhizhong smiled bitterly, "So, indeed sons are the rightful heirs. But now, as you say, Third Uncle Zheng has no heirs, so what?"