Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 128 The Tragic Chen Feng_1

Chapter 128: Chapter 128 The Tragic Chen Feng_1

Quanqiang Villa, a high-end villa district in Tiannan City.

Inside one of the villas.

Chen Jiutian had just finished bathing and was sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a large bathrobe, his face grim.

This was one of his properties in Tiannan, a "gift" given to him by someone.

Opposite him, his beloved son, Chen Feng, lay sprawled on the sofa, wrapped up like a mummy, only his eyes and two hands showing through the bandages, looking like a sticky rice dumpling.

The scratches were actually trivial skin injuries that mostly required only a band-aid after cleaning, but due to their number and proximity, the doctor had no choice but to wrap him up like this.

In Chen Feng’s eyes burned hatred.

"I’ve only been in Tiannan for two days, and I’ve ended up like this. How can I face anyone when I go back!"

Under the influence of alcohol, Chen Feng’s voice was filled with anger and his emotions seemed somewhat out of control as he yelled at his father.

His voice sounded strange, incredibly hoarse, as his whole tongue was numb, and even the sour soup meant for sobering up felt like plain water.

Chen Jiutian sat in silence, his complexion dark and ominous.

The Lu Family was not someone he dared to provoke, nor could he afford to. Whether the Lu siblings had watched from the sidelines or participated, and to what extent, Chen Jiutian pretended he hadn’t seen anything.

According to what Chen Feng later said, the person who had enticed him to play games and even plied him with drinks was that young man named Bai Xiaosheng.

This made Chen Jiutian even more convinced of who the main culprit was!

"Xiaofeng, have you ever offended him?" asked Chen Jiutian.

There was no love or hate without reason in this world, and he needed to understand why. That seemingly simple and poorly dressed kid targeted his son from the start; what background he had, and what grudge there was.

After all, being a guest at the Lu family’s was not something to be taken lightly!

If he wanted revenge, he needed to investigate thoroughly!

"I had never seen him before. Who knows where he sprang from!" Chen Feng screamed.

Then Chen Feng seemed to recall something.

"That guy must be a friend that Lu Wenqian, that stinking girl, made in college. Back then, she liked to mingle with these paupers! The Lu Family has such poor taste and home education to let such people through their door!"

No background?

Chen Jiutian’s eyes flickered slightly.

He had thoroughly researched Lu Yun, down to the smallest details, even employing specialized agencies for analysis. Even the dishes Lu Yun favored more at banquets, the liquors he drank more of, were all considered, for these habits could indirectly reveal a person’s character.

Lu Yun had a tough start to his career, and he reached success step by step. He had always respected talented people of humble origin and sought to win them over.

So, seeing a commoner guest in his home was normal!

"Right, that guy mentioned Yu Qiu!" Chen Feng exclaimed loudly.

Yu Qiu?

Chen Jiutian frowned.

He remembered the name clearly. Years ago, his son caused a stir by hitting this woman, which even sparked a tide of public opinion in society, forcing him to spend a great deal of effort and money to settle the issue.

"Then he must have acted out of righteous indignation from that year when he hit you," Chen Jiutian said with a smile, which was exceedingly grim, "What a young man with a sense of justice!"

Back then, there were many such people, and Chen Jiutian had some of them taught a harsh lesson.

And today, another one had emerged?

"Ouch!"

As Chen Jiutian sneered, he suddenly heard his son let out a cry of pain.

"Xiaofeng, what’s wrong with you?" Chen Jiutian was taken aback and asked anxiously.

"I can’t take it anymore, I need to go to the bathroom!" Chen Feng clutched his stomach and bottom as he darted out toward the restroom.

This was already the fifth time since returning from the hospital!

"It seems the Chen Family’s tonic liquor is too strong. Xiaofeng appears to be too frail to handle the supplement," Chen Jiutian remarked.

Luckily, he hadn’t drunk any...

"You, hurry to the hospital and buy back every kind of medicine that treats diarrhea!" Chen Jiutian stretched out his hand and pointed at a servant, barking orders.

The servant hurriedly acknowledged the command and rushed away.

Two hours later.

Chen Jiutian, sweating profusely, paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door, anxious like he had been all those years ago outside the delivery room, and kept knocking on the door, "How is it, do you want to try another medicine?"

Chen Feng had already had countless bouts of diarrhea and wished he could just stay in the bathroom forever.

By now, even the living room was permeated with a foul stench.

Standing behind Chen Jiutian, two servants held trays with cups of water and various medications. They ceaselessly held their breath, standing at the bathroom door, which truly required tremendous willpower!

Only Chen Jiutian seemed completely oblivious, urgently pressing with a look of concern on his face.

He was afraid his beloved son would pass out from the strain.

"Dad~"

Finally, a long and piercing cry drifted from the bathroom.

Chen Feng sobbed tearfully, "You... must, must avenge me..."

The last three words sounded like a dying declaration.

Chen Jiutian’s face turned pale with distress, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don’t worry, I will make sure Bai Xiaosheng dies!"

Eventually, the ashen-faced Chen Feng was helped out and placed on the couch, where he had medicine again.

"Sir, shall we move the young master to the bedroom?" a servant asked tentatively.

"Don’t touch me... no one touch me, just let me... stay here," Chen Feng uttered faintly, as if on the verge of peril.

Chen Jiutian quickly waved his hand, signaling the servants to leave.

"Son..."

"Dad, don’t talk, just let me... stay like this..." Chen Feng’s faint voice rose again.

"Ok, ok." Chen Jiutian dared not make a sound anymore.

He turned around to see the servant had come back.

"Didn’t I tell you to leave!" Chen Jiutian exploded in anger.

"Sir, there is a visitor," the servant said cautiously.

"Don’t let them in, tell them to leave!" Chen Jiutian waved impatiently, and the servant nodded, turned to leave, but was called back again.

"Who is the visitor?" Chen Jiutian asked.

"He says his name is Wang Ye, the deputy general manager of Century Construction," the servant replied cautiously.

"Wang Ye." Chen Jiutian muttered the name.

This was a talented individual he had discovered in Tiannan, someone he had been nurturing, and even this house had been a gift from Wang Ye.

Chen Jiutian’s eyes flickered, Wang Ye, who had long resided in Tiannan, must have extensive and deep connections—it would rely on him to investigate Bai Xiaosheng!

"Bring him in!"

"Should we go to the study?"

This place...was really not suitable for discussing business...

"No need, right here!"

Chen Jiutian still needed to watch over his son.

Soon, Wang Ye followed the servant hurriedly into the living room, where he involuntarily frowned and dared not breathe. Even with all the windows open, the stench was stubbornly lingering.

Seeing the mummy-like figure on the couch, Wang Ye got a shock.

"You came, what is it?" Chen Jiutian asked.

Wang Ye was exceedingly respectful, "I want to report on someone to you."

"Not urgent!" Chen Jiutian waved his hand, cutting off Wang Ye authoritatively, "First, I want you to investigate a person for me!"