Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Murong Ze’s face turned ashen gray.

Nian Junting frowned. “I’m not joking. I mean what I say; from now on, I don’t want you pestering me with this matter. Even if you play dirty tricks behind my back, you’re my grandparents, and I understand the virtue of filial piety, so I have no choice. No matter how burdensome, useless, and nasty you are, you are family, but I can choose to distance myself from you.”

“Junting, we may be in the wrong, but we’re still family.” Murong Cheng was deeply troubled. “Don’t say these things. The Zhong Zhou Group will be yours one day.”

Nian Junting said plainly, “With such a huge company, I’m sure your nephews and nieces will be fighting for a piece of the pie. Otherwise, since you listen to Grandma so much, you can give it to her niece, Kang Ying, or Ye Chuen. I don’t care. Just stop pestering me.”

“You… how dare you say these things.” Murong Ze trembled in anger.

Yu Wen was flustered. “Kang Ying isn’t even my own daughter. The only daughter I have is your mother.”

“Sister Lan, see the guests out.” Nian Junting hoisted Luo Sang to her feet and brought her towards the stairs. After taking a few steps up the stairs, he stopped and looked down at them. “Don’t blame me for being too harsh. It’s the two of you who are too noble. I really fear being a burden to you. In the future, please stop stirring trouble behind my back, playing dirty tricks, and not keeping your word. I’m ashamed of you for bullying a girl like this. Also, rest assured, since you don’t like Luo Sang so much, I’ll spare you the displeasure and not invite you to our wedding.” He turned to leave with Luo Sang.

“Cheng Cheng, what should we do? Could he just be threatening us?” Yu Wen was flustered.

“Mom, didn’t I tell you to keep your thoughts to yourself?” Murong Cheng was infuriated. “There are so many things going on at work, couldn’t the two of you have saved me any trouble? Alright, it’s useless to talk about these things. I don’t think Junting is joking. Maybe it’s time to look for another successor.”

Murong Ze was also enraged. “Am I to leave this company into which I poured my life’s blood, sweat, and tears to your cousin?”

“Dad, the two of you are already so old, can you just let things be? Just tour the world, go shopping, play around. Since you made a promise the last time, you should have fulfilled it. Now you’ve broken your promise. Don’t you know your grandson’s temper by now? I can’t even grab a hold of him, not to mention the two of you,” Murong Cheng ranted before walking off in frustration. “Let’s go, let’s go. I’ll take you home.”

“It’s all your fault,” Murong Ze chided Yu Wen. “It’s your fault for being influenced by your niece. Two billion dollars are gone just like that. Are they compensating us? Can they compensate us? Don’t ever let me catch them in our household.” Murong Ze went outside immediately.

Seeing that her daughter, husband, and grandson were now seething with resentment towards her, Yu Wen wanted to break down.

…

On the balcony on the second floor, Luo Sang watched as their car drove off. She could not help but say to Junting, “They’re your grandparents, after all. Weren’t you a little… harsh? Furthermore, they’re already so old, shouldn’t you treasure your time with them?”

Nian Junting snorted. “I think I demonstrated plenty of restraint. It’s exactly because they’re my family and they’re old that I can’t hit or scold them. This time, if they don’t patch things up with you, I’ll never speak to them again.”