"You lousy brat! If you hadn’t messed up, always causing trouble outside, would my Zhang family be in such a big predicament?"
Zhang Bolong angrily scolded Zhang Jian.
Zhang Bolong, despite being Zhang Jian’s father, never intended for Zhang Jian to come into this world. Especially considering that Zhang Jian’s deceased mother had a terrible marriage with Zhang Bolong, it was natural that he wouldn’t think highly of Zhang Jian.
Not to mention that many consider Zhang Jian a failure; in fact, Zhang Jian is a talented young man, yet Zhang Bolong still has trouble seeing him favorably.
Anger surged in Zhang Jian’s heart, yet he dared not speak out.
At this moment, Zhang Xiong’s emotions settled somewhat.
"Enough, enough. Zhang Jian, after all, is the sole heir of my Zhang family. This is all a scheme by someone with intent, not entirely Zhang Jian’s fault."
"Alas, I’ve been strong all my life, so how did I end up with such a worthless grandson?"
Zhang Xiong sat in the Taishi Chair, furious to the point of turning red, pounding his chest and stamping his feet.
At this time, Zhang Bolong, after a brief hesitation, spoke up.
"Dad, I’ve hidden something for many years, and I feel now is the time to let you know."
"You have something hidden from me?"
Zhang Xiong’s expression showed some dissatisfaction.
"Speak, but it better not be as unreliable as the things your useless son does."
Zhang Xiong shouted toward the door.
Immediately, two bodyguards dressed in black brought in a boy around the age of thirteen or fourteen.
Zhang Jian could be called a playboy type, though somewhat rotten; he’s still considered passable in looks, likely taking after his mother. But this child in front of them, burly and coarse, shares some resemblance to Zhang Bolong, giving off an oppressive vibe, making one feel distaste.
Looking at this boy, Zhang Jian kneeling on the ground and Zhang Xiong sitting in the chair were both dumbfounded.
They look alike, too much like Zhang Bolong.
Nearly as if cast from the same mold.
At this moment, a strong sense of impending crisis emerged within Zhang Jian.
Zhang Xiong shouted at the dark-skinned boy.
Immediately, the dark-skinned boy knelt in front of Zhang Xiong and shouted.
The word ’grandfather’ made Zhang Xiong’s head buzz, while Zhang Jian felt as if struck by lightning, completely dumbfounded.
Zhang Bolong explained to Zhang Xiong.
"Dad, when you arranged for me to marry Zhang Jian’s mother, I already had a woman outside, but she had a low status and could not compare to Zhang Jian’s mother’s family. I dared not tell you and kept her as a mistress in another city. About a dozen years ago, she bore me a child, Zhang Qiang here before us. His mother passed away last month, and her dying wish was for Zhang Qiang to be acknowledged by the ancestral family. I’ve always wanted to tell you, but never found the opportunity. Today, I think it’s time for Zhang Qiang to return to the family."
Listening to these words, Zhang Jian trembled all over.
Zhang Xiong looked at Zhang Qiang, kneeling, his expression conflicted.
Back then, to cleanse his own reputation and establish himself in Yang City, he arranged a marriage alliance with someone of high standing in the province, allowing his son Zhang Bolong to marry her daughter. Zhang Xiong, being hot-tempered, was always fighting, engaging in domestic violence, and hardly at home. Especially after the influential figure stepped down, Zhang Jian’s mother lost her value of use, leading Zhang Xiong to become even more severe, to the point of causing her death.
Zhang Jian’s mother chose to drown herself after being badly beaten by Zhang Xiong, never to be found again.
"Dad, by doing this, do you have any face to meet my mom after you pass?"
From somewhere, Zhang Jian summoned the courage to ask Zhang Xiong this bitter question.
Zhang Xiong directly slapped Zhang Jian hard.
"How dare you curse me! You brat! You have no right to talk here!"
"Speak again, and I’ll kill you."
Zhang Xiong glared sharply at Zhang Jian.
Zhang Jian immediately backed down.
In the past, no matter how much rage he endured or how Zhang Xiong berated him, he accepted it because he was the sole bloodline of the Zhang family, and Zhang Xiong would surely die sooner than him. Everything would eventually be his.
But now, the Zhang family has a second heir.
His confidence has totally crumbled.
"Grandpa, Qiangqiang wants to come home."
The dark-skinned boy said.
This boy certainly knows how to please people.
Zhang Xiong immediately felt pleased.
"Alright, my Zhang family has always been sparse in descendants, having another male is certainly good."
"I agree to let Zhang Qiang come home."
"Thank you, Grandpa. Grandpa is the best."
Zhang Qiang immediately stood up to massage Zhang Xiong’s back.
At the same time, he cast a smug glance at Zhang Jian kneeling on the ground.
Clearly, this boy isn’t good either.
"Damn it, this bastard."
Zhang Jian felt frustrated to the utmost degree, yet only dared to be angry quietly.
At this time, Zhang Xiong dealt Zhang Jian another crushing blow.
"Dad, I think this Zhang Jian kid is far too unreliable. Regarding that thirty percent of shares in the family business, it’s better to take them back."
"No! Those were left by my mom and grandfather for me. They’re my personal asset, not the family’s."
Zhang Jian immediately panicked.
Those shares were his survival’s foundation.
Zhang Xiong became furious, standing up to angrily scold Zhang Jian.
"Those are Zhang family shares. As the family head, I could gift them to your grandfather and mother as a betrothal gift, and now I can take them back."
"I’ll give you one last chance: go and deal with Zhang Xiaoshan, act firmly to scare Jiang Hanwen, show him some colors. If you fail to do this within three days, I’ll not only take back the shares, but also expel you from the family."
Zhang Bolong also waved dismissively.
Zhang Jian felt utterly wronged at this moment.
Yet he had no choice.
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Inside, the family of three generations was joyful and harmonious, while he was like a stray dog, pitiful.
"Zhang Xiaoshan, the state I’m in today is all because of you. I’ll definitely deal with you."
Zhang Jian turned to scornfully glance back at the villa.
The next day, around noon, Zhang Xiaoshan and Yu Xiuxiu walked out together from the hotel.
They intended to drive away.
Yu Xiuxiu kept a rigid face, worried.
"Sister-in-law, do you have something on your mind?"
Zhang Xiaoshan, who was driving, asked.
Yu Xiuxiu shook her head.
Then pointed at a milk tea shop on the street.
"Little Shan, I want to drink that, is it okay?"
"Sure, I’ll buy it for you."
Zhang Xiaoshan didn’t think much, stopped the car.
"Sister-in-law, wait for me. I’ll be back as soon as I buy it."
"Okay, I want it hot."
Zhang Xiaoshan got out of the car, walked toward the milk tea shop about three to four hundred meters away.
"Little Shan, sister-in-law will leave without saying goodbye, I’m sorry."
She glanced at Zhang Xiaoshan, who was lining up to buy the milk tea, through the glass window. Beautiful eyes misty, she put down a letter, got off the car, left with reluctance.