Zhou Leyong’s tone wasn’t blameful, it sounded more like teasing.
Zhou Yiran thought to himself that if that family heard the old man’s tone, they’d probably be even more infuriated.
"To tell them to scram is letting them off lightly. These fools who can’t weigh their own worth, I’ve never had much regard for them."
Zhou Leyong laughed, "At least keep up appearances on the surface and don’t go too far."
"That’s where you’re wrong. Some people, you give them an inch, and they think they can open a dye shop. They insisted on provoking me; I can’t let them push me around."
The son always knew where to draw the line. Although he disliked Zhou Xitong, he rarely denied her face.
Zhou Leyong couldn’t help being curious.
"What did they do to provoke you? I heard it was over a young girl?"
Just now, when Zhou Xitong called to complain, she made it sound exceptionally ugly, painting the girl as a seductive fox spirit.
Far from getting angry, Zhou Leyong was rather amused.
"Looks like I might get to hold a grandson in a couple of years?"
Zhou Yiran drawled, "Don’t even think about it, that girl’s just like my sister." Of course, unlike the idiot Zhou Xitong.
Listening to that tone, Zhou Leyong immediately said with regret, "Not even a slight chance?"
"None! Don’t even think about passing on the torch, just keep being a money-making machine."
As if he didn’t know what the old man was thinking—just how old was he, and already dreaming about retiring every day, as if he couldn’t wait for him to get married and have kids so he could lay down his burdens.
He was going to answer the call of the nation and practice late marriage and late childbearing.
Zhou Leyong sighed. "Ah, it’s a life of toil for me. I was thinking of handing Yongle over to you early."
Zhou Yiran snorted, "Keep dreaming. Who’d want to take over your mess, a bunch of old fogies living off past glories and lying on their laurels."
If words of this conversation between the Zhou family father and son got out, who knows how many people it would infuriate. The two treated the Yongle Group as if it were a hot potato, passing it back and forth.
They seemed like players who hit and run, not wanting to take any real responsibility.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yiran still felt a headache coming on.
A perfectly fine junior sister, why did it turn into dating as soon as they met again? He hadn’t even given that kid a permit yet.
On the other side, the Zhou Leping family sat in the sedan, still waiting for the big brother’s response.
Zhou Xitong’s eyes were all red.
"Zhou Yiran actually treats me for the sake of Yue Qingqing. I’m his sister, and he’s blind to like that kind of vixen."
Xing Ying comforted her daughter, "Your dad has already called your uncle. He will definitely discipline him."
Zhou Leping was indignant as well, "How could my brother have such a bastard son, so disrespectful! To drive us out in front of so many people. Over the years, I’ve followed my brother—even if I haven’t earned any great merit, I’ve still done my fair share of hard labor, not to mention we’re relatives. And he treats me ?"
While he was speaking, the mobile phone rang.
Zhou Leping purposely waited a few rings before picking it up.
"I’ve scolded Xiaoran, but as you know, when kids grow up, they’re out of their father’s hands. He’s had that crappy temperament since he was small. Now that he’s got wings, he’s even less obedient."
Zhou Leping’s face darkened. He could hear the other side soft-soaping and straightforwardly asked, "His treatment of me is truly disheartening. At the very least, he should apologize to me and Xiaotong."
"You know the kid, making him apologize is harder than asking him to reach the sky." Some noise came from Zhou Leyong’s end, and he answered it, then spoke into the phone again, "I’m a bit busy here, Leping. You and your sister-in-law take Xiaotong out for some fresh air, go shopping. Buy whatever you want; the bill’s on me."
With that, he hung up the phone.
Chin up with expectation, Zhou Xitong asked, "What did big uncle say? Did he make Zhou Yiran apologize to me? Did he mention that vixen?"
Zhou Leping didn’t speak, his hand gripping the phone kept tightening.
He saw clearly now; this family simply didn’t take them seriously, planning to brush off such a big incident with a slap on the wrist.
He is the man’s own brother!
If things continued , where would his standing be once Zhou Yiran inherited the Yongle Group?