58: 58 The Brain of a Genius
58: 58 The Brain of a Genius
Su the Cripple waved at Xiaofeng, “In a couple of days, I’ll go buy it for you.
You go ahead and get out; I need to sleep for a bit.”
Suddenly coming up with the idea of getting two hundred bottles, Xiaofeng sure was daring to dream.
If he hadn’t watched Xiaofeng grow up since she was little, he might have thought that the girl in front of him wasn’t his own daughter.
In the past, asking Xiaofeng to go out and buy something required half a day’s consideration.
Now look at her, outright asking to make two hundred bottles of chili sauce to sell.
He sighed inwardly, Xiaofeng refused to return to the Lin Family, and decided to come back to his side; it seemed she still had her father in her heart.
Seeing as that was the case, as long as Xiaofeng wasn’t mistreating herself, he would let her do whatever she wished.
Now that she was pregnant, he didn’t expect her to earn much money.
Moreover, being able to get thirty thousand yuan in compensation from Boss Huang, Xiaofeng played the biggest role.
With this compensation money, they might not worry about the future, but at least their current life wouldn’t be too difficult.
Su Xiaofeng, having received Su the Cripple’s approval, left the room.
At the Gu Family residence in the Imperial Capital.
A stern-looking man sat on a leather sofa, while an elegant middle-aged woman sat beside him.
The middle-aged woman’s face bore tear stains, “Prime Minister, it’s been three years since dad took Yecheng away.
In all this time, not a single phone call; we don’t even know where they are now.
I’m truly worried to death.”
The man was Gu, the Prime Minister, the head of the Imperial Capital’s Gu Family.
The woman was Yan Junmei, the Prime Minister’s wife.
The moment Junmei thought of her son Yecheng, her tears would fall like they cost nothing, a far cry from her usual poised and graceful demeanor.
Prime Minister Gu, seeing his wife crying so sadly, slowly softened his stern expression, “Dad has his reasons for not contacting us.”
“You know dad well enough; if he finds a place he likes, he could be so happy there that he doesn’t think of coming home,” Junmei had no way to influence her father-in-law.
A prominent figure in the Capital City himself, he had a surprisingly strong penchant for rural life.
“Our Yecheng has been unusually bright since he was young, a true genius.
But who could have known his brain’s capacity was too great for his body to handle?
If it weren’t for that, dad wouldn’t have taken him away from the conflicts of the Imperial Capital, searching for a tranquil place to treat his illness.” Prime Minister Gu extended his arms to embrace Junmei, “Besides, our Yecheng is a natural-born leader.
Even if he hides his identity in the countryside, when he returns, he will surely be a force to reckon with.”
“I can’t help worrying; it’s been three years, and I’m afraid our son might forget us.” Although Junmei was past forty, when she cried, she was just like a little girl—her tears falling incessantly.
“If you’re really that worried, I’ll have someone contact dad.”
“Before dad left, he said that, at most, it would take three years to cure Yecheng.
If they don’t return this month, you must send someone to find them.”
“Alright, if you’re not worried about the Xu Family finding out, then search as ostentatiously as you can, better yet, let everyone in the Imperial Capital know that our Yecheng has been missing for three years,” said Prime Minister Gu with profound helplessness in his voice.
In those three years, Junmei had quarreled with him countless times.
But dad had his reasons for taking Yecheng away.
If the people of Capital City learned that the Gu Family heir had been missing for three years, the Imperial Capital would likely be thrown into chaos.
Hearing Prime Minister Gu’s words, Junmei wiped away her tears and glared at him fiercely, “You would say that; you don’t care about our son at all in your heart, don’t even bother whether he’s dead or alive out there.”
Thinking of Yecheng, she cursed inwardly, heartless wretch.
Your grandfather forbids you from contacting home, but you don’t even think to send a message yourself, you ungrateful little wretch.