539: C539 The Happy Knot

C539 The Happy Knot

"Nine, why are you here?" Old Nazhi was gasping for breath, but he managed to restrain his anger a few times.

Uncle Jiu smiled gently and closed the door behind him. He walked over with a tray in his hand. "I heard that the young master is back. I came over to take a look."

Instead of saying that he was here to see Ling Yao, he said that he was here to see Ling Yao. It would be better to say that he was here to see Old Nazhi. He was worried that there would be a conflict between the grandfather and grandson.

Looking at Old Nazhi's expression and then looking at the chess piece on the ground, Uncle Jiu sighed deeply in his heart. He handed the brewed medicine to Old Nazhi. "Mai, why do you have to do this?"

Mai Nazhi was Old Nazhi's full name. All these years, people had called Old Nazhi by his surname. There were few people who called his name directly. Only people close to him could do this.

The current Old Nazhi was no longer old and healthy. He needed to maintain his bodily functions through the supplying of various medicines and tonics.

When the medicine was brought to his mouth, Old Nazhi became extremely angry when he heard this. "Don't mention him to me again!"

"Don't be like this." Uncle Jiu shook his head helplessly. He put his hands in front of his chest. He stood respectfully at the side. His peaceful and somewhat sorrowful words slowly revealed themselves. "I watched young master grow up with my own eyes. There must have been some misunderstanding in the tragedy back then. Young master, he is not a heartless and cold-blooded person. How could he have harmed his own biological parents? "

Old Nazhi slowly drank the medicine with a solemn face. How could he not suspect that there was something fishy about what happened back then? Back then, only a corpse was found in the burnt house, but two people had gone missing that night. Joe, who was twelve years old and still a child, was the only survivor. However, he silently put all the charges on himself, and did not refute or defend against all the charges.

Those who did not know the inside story naturally thought that it was a confession from a criminal, but he doubted the police's claim that the corpse had been burned clean by the fire.

Due to this suspicion, qiao's actions also had a reasonable explanation. It looked more like she was hiding some truth with the purpose of protecting some people.

However, all these years, he had pretended not to notice anything and applied all the grief and hatred of losing his beloved son on Qiao.

Innocent? Unfair?

No, this was Qiao's original sin!

No matter what was hidden behind the tragedy back then, qiao deserved to bear all of this. This was the choice he made back then, wasn't it?

Old Nazhi had been in an extreme conflict all these years. The murderer who killed his son? Grandson? Or a scapegoat?

Under all kinds of contradictions, he was unable to kill his only son and use cruel methods to nurture him into a qualified heir to the Nazhi family. Or perhaps, he had surpassed the scope of an heir and became an independent existence.

Old Nazhi quietly listened to Uncle Jiu's explanation. This knot in his heart had been bothering him for so many years. How could he not hope to let go of the hatred and resolve the knot in his heart?

"It has been almost twenty years. Twenty years. The two of you have been torturing each other. How can the young master, young madem, and the others rest in peace in heaven?" On the wall of the room. A large picture of the young master and young madem loving each other in the past was displayed in Uncle Jiu's eyes. It was as if the long river of time had touched upon the past, leaving behind an irreparable sadness.

It was said that Old Nazhi was a dictatorship, and he could also be inhumane towards his own grandson. But in the end, he was just a father who could not walk away from the shadow of losing his beloved son!

Uncle Jiu clearly remembered how Old Nazhi and his wife had fallen in love when they were still alive. Unfortunately, his wife had a red face and a thin life. After giving birth to the young master, she passed away not long after giving birth. Old Nazhi was heartbroken. He never married again in his life. Of course... Ian's mother was an exception. It was also because of that accident. Old Nazhi felt guilty for betraying his wife. He had been unable to correct Ian's mother for many years. This was what he said.

After his wife died, Old Nazhi had given his love to his wife to his young master. Once again, he had gone through the same thing. It was imaginable how much of a blow it had dealt to Old Nazhi.

Uncle Jiu shifted his gaze away from the photo and looked at Old Nazhi's face. With a longing smile, he said, "I have seen three most loving couples in my life, you and the lady. The young master and young madem, as well as... Right now, young master and little young madem are the men of the Nazhi family who value relationships the most. The young master and young master are the same as you."

Old Nazhi stubbornly pursed his thin lips and did not say a word, but there was an obvious change in his eyes. Because of the tragedy twenty years ago, he vented his anger on Qiao's biological mother. Even the woman who appeared next to Qiao also had the same Asian face as Qiao's biological mother. If she was disgusted, then her background naturally became a reasonable excuse that she was not worthy of Qiao.

Today, Uncle Jiu mentioned it again, which aroused his longing for his wife. He had always felt that his wife was the most beautiful existence in the world. If someone had wanted to break them up, only death would have been left. If not for the fact that their child was still there, Old Nazhi would have gone with his wife a long time ago.

He understood how it felt to love someone deeply. Then, when he thought about how he had separated Qiao and Hai Xiaomin with his own hands, he knew how painful it was for the person involved.

What was funny was that at that time, he had thought that love was a useless burden to the men of Nazhi family, but he had forgotten his love that he would never give up.

Thinking of this, Old Nazhi tiredly closed his eyes. "Ah Jiu, I'm tired."

Uncle Jiu thought that Old Nazhi was avoiding this topic. He regretfully lowered his eyes and prepared to arrange for Old Nazhi to return to his room and rest. These few months, his nerves had been tense. Whether it was his energy, brain, or physical strength, Old Nazhi's current physical condition could not keep up.

"Think about it. We are indeed old. The future of young people should be decided by them!" Old Nazhi said slowly with his eyes closed.

Uncle Jiu thought he had heard it wrongly.2

But later on, Old Nazhi really quit all the conflicts and returned to the peaceful old age that the old people should enjoy.

Old Nazhi had given the shares of Nazhi Corporation to Ian, which was out of the outsiders' expectations. After thinking about it carefully, it was reasonable.

Before this, everyone believed that Qiao Nazhi was the heir that Old Nazhi had personally nurtured. Comparatively speaking, qiao Nazhi's brilliance was too great, so much so that he was originally outstanding enough, but he just quietly stayed by Old Nazhi's side and acted as his left and right arm. Ian Nazhi, who was very low-key, was covered up.

After these few months of shocking business battles, the grudge between Old Nazhi and his grandson had gradually deepened. It seemed that the right of inheritance indeed needed to be discussed. When it fell on Ian Nazhi's head, it looked more like Old Nazhi's revenge against Qiao Nazhi.

Even though none of the people involved had any intention of doing so.

If the industry people carefully analyzed it, it would not be hard to find out that Old Nazhi had been training Ian as his heir all these years. His way of training his two grandsons was completely different. It was not until the dust settled that everyone could see how big of a game he had played.

The president of LY, the chairman of Nazhi Corporation, his only two grandsons had become the brightest stars in the business world!

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