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Chapter 177 He's grown old

Chi Zhendong's expression suddenly changed. He blinked repeatedly and raised his voice, scolding, "What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by 'listen to me'? You got involved yourself, and now you're blaming me for not being able to handle it? Second brother, you should have a conscience. Haven't I helped you enough over the years?"

"Brother, if I hadn't stopped the ambulance back then, would your plan have gone so smoothly? If I told Chi Jinghui, you'd be in big trouble!"

"Shut up," Grandpa Chi interrupted their conversation. "Have you two had enough?"

"Second brother, what nonsense are you talking about!" Liu Fengni lowered her eyes, blinked hard, and her voice was dry and somewhat hoarse.

"We're talking about Chi Ruiche, what nonsense are you spouting?" Chi Zhendong's expression grew increasingly tense, his eyes blazing with anger as he stared at the second brother.

Ignoring their glances and hints, Chi Zhenwei said without restraint, "If we had killed this brat back then, none of this would have happened. Chi Ruiche schemed against us just to seize the Chi family business. Kill him, and the Chi family business will be ours."

"boom--"

Grandpa Chi slammed the white porcelain teacup onto the ground, shards and tea splashing everywhere. The sound was like a crack tearing through the air. "I'm not dead yet."

"Dad, no, we..." Chi Zhenwei realized he had said something he shouldn't have, but it was too late.

Grandpa Chi frowned, his expression became unusually serious, his eyes flashed with anger, revealing ferocity and dissatisfaction, and his body was tense, as if he might explode at any moment.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

Liu Fengni's sudden cough broke the silence, "Ahai, cough cough—"

Grandpa Chi snapped out of his reverie, took Liu Fengni's hand, his eyes full of concern, and his voice softened, "Don't worry too much, your health is the most important thing."

Liu Fengni shook her head and leaned back on the armrest of the chair, giving off a feeling of both fragility and strength. "I'm sorry to have troubled you. It's my fault for not educating our children properly."

"Debts owed to children".

Liu Fengni's heart felt like a stone suspended in mid-air, each beat accompanied by a tense tremor.

“Ah Hai, I know that I have done a lot of things against my conscience for us over the years. I’m sorry. If I hadn’t appeared back then, you and Sister Qiuping wouldn’t have had a rift, and you wouldn’t have lost so many shares. I know you feel sorry for me and the children. I just hope that our family can be together.

"It's none of your business. Don't take all the blame on yourself. If you don't come to me, who will you come to? My wife and son are starving to death. Is it so hard for you to come to me for a bite to eat?"

Grandpa Chi comforted her, patting her hand as if to give her emotional support.

"It's my fault. I'll go find Sister Qiuping to atone for my sins after I die." Two lines of clear tears streamed from the corners of Liu Fengni's dry eyes.

"Fine, let's do it your way." Grandpa Chi finally gave in, ceasing his futile struggles and judgments, his expression somewhat complicated.

Perhaps, as he once said, he is indeed old.

"Dad, you can't."

Zhao Chunlan clenched her fists tightly, her eyes brimming with tears, and whispered, "Thank you, Dad. Thank you, Mom."

"Let's call Xiao Che."

Chi Jinghui heard everything clearly downstairs. His eyes were tightly closed, but he gripped the steering wheel of his wheelchair tightly. The veins on his thin arms bulged as if he was trying his best to suppress them, but his red eyes were fixed on the upstairs.

Chi Ruiche, who was in a meeting, received a call from his grandfather, and hung up after a few brief words.

The marketing manager, who was giving a report, exchanged glances with those around him, and the report abruptly stopped, like a cassette tape stuck.

"continue."

Chi Ruiche's voice was mechanical, his face expressionless, and his deep eyes were cold and still, like a stagnant pool of water.