Chapter 8 Nanxun Brainwashing_1
Soon, he realized that his hopes had been dashed.
He watched helplessly as the old man successfully brainwashed his ex-wife, plunging him into a complete deadlock.
"Nanxun, the divorce must be this bastard's fault, and he should be taught a good lesson. Isn't he always putting on a cold face, acting all high and mighty? I would like to see if he can still be so aloof after he starts calling you 'Auntie.' I bet he'll be too embarrassed to even leave the house."
"Grandfather, if I'm too embarrassed to leave the house, what about the company? My parents are on their 27th honeymoon, and they would never come back for something trivial like the company going bankrupt," Zhou Sinian said with a pleading voice, attempting a last-ditch struggle.
As for his parents, they were legendary figures, their affection for each other unwavering for twenty years. People say that marriages in wealthy families are all about interests, but his parents shattered that convention, making many sigh with envy and believe in love again. Since they got married, their world has only included each other, with even their son feeling superfluous.
What children are the crystallization of their parents' love? He never felt that. On the contrary, he always felt like a stumbling block on their path of love.
Ever since he had any sense, he didn't like to stay with his clingy parents, spending most of his time in the old house, where he always got along well with the old man.
But today, he felt redundant again.
"Hmph, if you can't go out, then don't go out. Just give the company to Nanxun when the time comes."
"That settles it then. When your parents come back from their honeymoon, we'll host a banquet at home to officially introduce Nanxun's new status to everyone."
"Now you, the busybody, can get lost. My daughter and I are going to have dinner."
Not even offering a meal, it seemed the old man was seriously angry today. Zhou Sinian wanted to say more, but worried about the old man's health, he had to let it go for the time being.
Anyway, his parents wouldn't be back for now, so the banquet couldn't be held right away.
Any delay was better than none; it was the only way for now.
Akun escorted Zhou Sinian out of the Zhou family mansion, taking the opportunity to give him a heads-up, "Young Master, you know how stubborn the old man is. If he says he'll recognize Miss Nanxun as his goddaughter, he will follow through. If you don't want to lose face, you'd better think of a plan in advance."
"Thank you, Uncle Kun, I understand." Uncle Kun used to call that woman 'Young Mistress,' and now it's Miss Nanxun. His adaptability is truly fast, fast enough to make him panic.
Worried about waking up tomorrow to find the whole world knows his ex-wife has become his aunt.
The day had been full of discomfort for Zhou the young master, and it still wasn't over.
Having completed the most meaningful task, Assistant Lin returned to the car, only to receive a phone call from the boss right away and hurried back to the Zhou family mansion to see a man slumped against the wall: "CEO."
When he saw the bruise on the other man's face, he couldn't help but take a deep breath—Old Master Zhou was still robust and hit hard.
Why assume it was Old Master Zhou who dealt the harsh blow? It was simple—within the whole Zhou family, who else would dare lay a hand on the young master?
"CEO, are you alright? Should we go to the hospital?" As a thoughtful and versatile assistant, at this moment, he had to muster the courage to speak up. What else could he do, ignore it entirely? That would be like burying his head in the sand, especially with such evident marks of injury on the other's face.
"No need, back to the company."
"Yes, CEO." His calm verbal response belied the wailing within. He wished he had turned off his phone as soon as he left the Zhou mansion earlier, then pretended it had run out of battery the next day.