Chapter 122 — Han Leifeng

"Leifeng, go and greet the patriarch." Han Likang said to him.

Han Leifeng walked calmly to the side of the patriarch and greeted, "Good evening Grandfather. It's nice to meet you."

Han Jianfeng laughed joyfully, "Good, good. You're welcome. This is a pleasant surprise."

He then said to everyone, "Today's meeting shall end here. Likang and Leifeng, let's go to the study and discuss."

The three men left and went upstairs to Han Jianfeng's study. Han Lixian also stood up and went outside, waiting for his family so that they could go home.

Two pairs of mother and daughter remained seated in the living room, staring at each other.

Pan Yinli was the one who broke the silence. "Sister-in-law, how could you not know what your husband was doing? How could you allow him bring that bast**d home?"

As much as Liu Zhizhen hated the very existence of Han Leifeng, she knew she had to support her husband in this. No matter what, she didn't want to wash their dirty linen in public.

So she put on a fake smile. "What are you saying Sister-in-law? Likang's son is my son as well. We are just doing what is best for the family, isn't it?"

Pan Yinli didn't have a comeback to that, so she angrily fell silent before storming out. Han Jingse threw the mother and daughter a glance before hurrying after her.

As soon as they left, the rage that Liu Zhizhen had been hiding came to the forefront. "Your father really has guts! He planned all this behind my back, and he dared to bring in that bast**d son of that bi**h!"

Han Zhiyi grimaced at her mother's vulgar words, but she didn't say anything. She could understand the depth of her mother's anger and sorrow.

Liu Zhizhen was releasing all her pent up anger. In her rage, even things she had forgotten came rushing back.

"Your father promised me that he would never seek them out again, that it was just a mistake and he would pretend it never happened. But look at what he did. Zhi— Zhi just left us, but your father hurriedly brought a bast**d to replace him."

The pain of losing her only son was still very raw. She had not even mourned him properly yet, but all this terrible Han family cared about was their legacy.

Facing the direction her husband and the rest disappeared in, she said in a cold voice. "Likang, you had better hide that son of yours well. Else, I would make sure he suffers and pays dearly for his mother's sins. I would also make sure you lose your son just as I lost mine."

The word "Mom" died in Han Zhiyi's throat. She had never seen her mother look so malevolent.

IN THE STUDY.

"Likang, how do you intend to speak to your wife about the current situation?"

"Rest assured Father. Zhizhen is someone that understands the big picture. She will not cause trouble."

"That's good. I trust you to handle her well, unlike that disappointing brother of yours who leaves his uncouth wife to run amok in my presence." Han Jianfeng got angry just thinking about Pan Yinli, but he soon turned his attention to serious matters.

"Leifeng is it?"

"Yes Grandfather."

"Good. You should resume at the company as soon as possible. Let your father show you the ropes. I expect results, and I expect them very soon."

"I will do my best Grandfather." Han Leifeng replied, but Han Jianfeng frowned.

"I don't want your best, I want you to get the job done, by any means possible."

"Got it." He responded. The calm, almost bored look that had been on his face since he entered the Old Villa had not changed. It was as if he had something important to do and they were just wasting his time.

"You can leave. Your father will be down soon."

Han Leifeng bowed to them and left the room.

Once he left, Han Jianfeng continued to speak with his son. "What do you think about his aptitude?"

"He's a good seedling Father. He graduated top of his class and has been working abroad to gain more experience too." Han Likang said.

"Well. I will not ask you about unnecessary messy matters. All I want is for the true blood of the Han family to inherit my company. Still, I don't want useless people. Make sure you train and monitor him properly."

"Yes Father." Han Likang understood what his father was trying to say, mainly that he would not run background checks on Leifeng because he wasn't interested in him as a person, but as someone that could carry on his legacy.

That was fine. He also shared his father's sentiments. He knew Han Leifeng had a family in City A, but he was not interested in them either. Anyway, he only took Han Leifeng away as a back up plan.

About ten years ago, his son Han Zhi was diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disorder that caused him to have repeated, unprovoked seizures and convulsions. Despite their best efforts— going to the best doctors home and abroad, they could not find a cure.

One consultant doctor they met, told them that no matter what, he would not live past forty years of age.

Panicking, they made Han Zhi get married in a rush, hoping to get a successor from him, but unfortunately, the couple was unable to have a child. Further tests showed that he was impotent due to the disease.

That was when Han Likang remembered that he had another son. Determined, he went in search of him, finally tracing him to City A after almost a year of searching.

Coming out of his thoughts, he spoke to his father again. "Rest assured Father."

"Since you've said that, I will put my mind at rest. But don't forget to take him for a checkup. We need to know if he has the same disorder as Zhi, so that we can find a solution earlier."

Han Likang wanted to say he definitely did not have any problems—Han Leifeng had a child after all, but he kept quiet. He didn't want to show his father all his cards.

If there was a need, he could always track down that family, but if not, it was all the same if Leifeng married someone else who had a strong family backing, preferably from the capital, so that she would help him secure his position.

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Once Han Leifeng exited the study, he sent a message to his father that he was leaving. He knew he would have to go back to the first house eventually, but for tonight he wanted to be alone. He had a lot to think about.

His thoughts turned to Pei Yueran. His cheerful, bright and spunky Ran'er. How did she survive those years after his supposed death? How was she doing currently? And their son, how was he? Did she remarry?

His heart clenched at the thought.

No, his Ran'er loved him too much to do that.