In the study, Mr. Cheng looked at the son-in-law duo before him, then turned his gaze to the painting on the wall—"Nation." The calligraphy was regular and upright, yet it fit perfectly.
"How many paintings has the Chairman given to Jiao Jiao?"
Zhou Xiaozheng smiled at the question.
"Uncle, quite a few indeed. Every year there’s at least one. Sometimes, when he’s in a good mood, he even includes a calligraphy book."
For these matters, Mr. Cheng knew more than outsiders. For example, the child’s thoughtful gesture of giving handmade shoes as a return gift—a genuine display of affection.
She’s a caring girl, wise and discreet. Who wouldn’t want a dozen daughters like her?
Mr. Cheng took the cup handed over by Zhang Guoqing. "A few days ago, Old Man Mo and the others kept asking me why a bunch of you kids were making such a fuss for a gathering?"
Saying this, he glanced at the pair opposite: "Today they’ve all fallen silent. Before coming here, I received two calls. One said it was good; let the kids solve their conflicts themselves. Another said not to let the kids make too much noise, and we, as elders, should intervene when necessary."
Zhou Xiaozheng calmly continued sipping his tea, uninterested in who said what, as long as the kids had valid reasons, he had no intention to compromise.
Zhang Guoqing lowered his gaze, rubbing the cup. Hey, how come he never noticed how nice this tea set was before? No wonder his father-in-law liked to brew tea for fun.
"The attitudes of these people, the meanings they convey, are quite clear. The initially turbulent waters have calmed after you threw a little stone, but the key lies ahead."
Zhang Guoqing looked at him, shocked, "Uncle, isn’t that an exaggeration? I thought we already settled this. Those matters have nothing to do with our family."
Zhou Xiaozheng glanced at his son-in-law with a smile, lowering his gaze to continue listening.
"You see, I originally planned to get a few friends as witnesses to clear things up. Who knew those guys would come uninvited?"
"As Jiao Jiao said, digging up the yard doesn’t really matter. Since we’ve lent it out and haven’t returned for years, where would we have the energy to manage it?
But they should never have thought of running off to the Northwest to seek out the Lin Family, right? And they picked such a perfect target. Jiang Jiangyu! Who is she? If I remember correctly, she’s Elder Jiang’s own daughter, correct?
The Liang Family intends to form a big alliance and insists on toppling my father. That’s not going to happen! We must show everyone just how much injustice our family has suffered, right old man?"
Mr. Cheng glanced at him and laughed, "Where’s your evidence? The team sent to the Northwest hasn’t finished their investigation, and you’ve already made up your mind?..."
Evidence? Are you kidding? If there were concrete evidence, would there be this kind of game?
Zhang Guoqing stared in shock at him, "What workgroup? No way. In front of over a hundred people today, Young Master Liang didn’t even refute."
Nearby, Zhou Xiaozheng interjected, "This is an internal secret. It’s understandable that you and Jiao Jiao don’t know."
"See, see... Dad, you just stick too closely to principles."
Zhou Xiaozheng playfully scolded, "You brat! Stop spouting nonsense."
"Dad, I’ll make a bet with you. Do you believe even Uncle knows that the workgroup sent to the Northwest will find the trail gone cold? No, perhaps someone even willingly takes the blame."
Zhou Xiaozheng shook his head slowly: "Let them mess around. A clean conscience doesn’t quake at crooked shadows. Our family has nothing to hide."
Zhang Guoqing’s eyes gleamed as he looked at Mr. Cheng, frowning with worry, "Uncle, even if my dad steps down, what benefit does the Liang Family gain?"



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