Having a Bad Heart

As soon as she said this, Cheng Hao immediately frowned.

Cheng Linhua, standing to the side, spoke up, "Weiyang, you were just asked to fetch some tea. Is that how you speak to your cousin?"

"How am I speaking?" Cheng Weiyang looked at him. "Did I say something wrong? Is this my house?"

"You!" Cheng Linhua's face turned ugly, but he couldn't find any words to refute her.

It was true. He couldn't exactly claim this was her house, could he?

"What's with all the arguing?" Old Master Cheng frowned, then glanced at Cheng Linhua. "If you have too much free time, go over there and entertain the other guests."

Faced with Old Master Cheng's words, Cheng Linhua did not talk back. He merely snorted coldly and then led Cheng Hao and Lu Peng to the next table.

As soon as Cheng Hao sat down, he enthusiastically introduced Lu Peng's identity to the people there.

When the crowd learned that this man was actually a department manager at the Youli Group, looks of surprise appeared on their faces.

In Xinguang County, the Youli Group was the largest enterprise, and the group's boss, Sun Shenghai, was also the wealthiest man in the county.

"See that? So many people want to curry favor with Manager Lu but don't even get the chance. Asking you to pour a little tea is somehow a grievance to you." Cheng Linhua walked past Cheng Weiyang holding a teapot. After saying this, he didn't even wait for a response and walked straight into the kitchen.

"Forget it, Weiyang. Don't stoop to his level," Father Cheng sighed.

Of course, he knew exactly what kind of person and personality his older brother had.

Mother Cheng looked at Old Master Cheng and couldn't help but say, "Dad, why don't you come live with us from now on? Big Brother and Little Hao are often not home, and usually no one is around to keep you company. It's different with us. We have plenty of time, and since you're getting older, having us by your side would put your mind at ease, wouldn't it?"

Hearing this, Old Master Cheng fell slightly silent for a moment before replying, "I would like to go back to Shishan County with you, but Linye's legs have been bad for years. Treating them all these years must have drained a lot of your savings. You two aren't well-off either. It's not that this old man is unwilling to endure hardship, but rather that I'm afraid of being a burden to you."

Speaking of this matter, Old Master Cheng felt a bit curious in his heart.

Cheng Weiyang's father, Cheng Linye, had always had bad legs, an old ailment of many years. He had gone to the hospital many times, but there was never any way to resolve it.

However, during a previous phone call when Cheng Linye called to check in on him, he mentioned that his legs had healed.

Originally, Old Master Cheng didn't believe it, but when he saw his son Cheng Linye this time, he was surprised to find that the other party's legs were indeed completely healed. When he walked, he looked no different from a normal person.

"It's fine, Grandpa. Just go live with Mom and Dad. We definitely won't let you suffer, and we aren't afraid of you being a burden. I can send a lot of money back to Mom and Dad every month now," Cheng Weiyang said with a smile.

Her words were not false.

Today, the Feiya Group was advancing triumphantly, flourishing in all walks of life. Its market value had already reached six or seven hundred million, and in at most a year, it should break through the trillion mark.

With ten percent of the shares in her hands and a net worth of nearly ten billion, how could she possibly be unable to support her parents and grandfather?

At this moment, Cheng Linhua walked out of the kitchen carrying tea. Hearing Cheng Weiyang's words, he couldn't help but mock her, "Just how much money can you send back? Earning that meager salary working outside, it's good enough if you can feed yourself. You still want Dad to go over and suffer with you?"

"Little Hao is now working with Manager Lu. His income for a single month could probably match what you make in half a year."

After saying this, he gave another disdainful smile. Ignoring Cheng Weiyang's reaction, he carried the tea straight toward Lu Peng and Cheng Hao's table, acting incredibly attentive.

In truth, it wasn't that Cheng Linhua was particularly filial.

It was that Old Master Cheng was getting on in years and didn't have much time left.

Furthermore, Old Master Cheng had done business in his youth and saved up quite a bit of money.

Cheng Linhua had his eyes on Old Master Cheng's savings, so he definitely couldn't let the old man go live with Cheng Linye.

"Weiyang, this uncle of yours seems to have something wrong with his brain. Why don't you just lay your cards on the table with him?" Jiang Yanran couldn't hold back anymore. If it weren't for Cheng Weiyang's sake, she might have already gone up and beaten Cheng Linhua to a pulp.

"Forget it, I won't stoop to his level," Cheng Weiyang waved her hand.

Soon, after chatting for about another hour, everyone in the house stood up together and headed downstairs.

Old Master Cheng's birthday banquet was arranged at a luxurious hotel in the county, and it was just about time to go.

Because there were quite a few guests who had come to the house early, and half of them were Old Master Cheng's friends of a similar age, Cheng Hao had directly rented a bus for convenience.

"You're driving yourselves?"

After arranging for everyone to get on the bus and take their seats, Cheng Hao glanced at Cheng Weiyang, Qin Ning, and the others, noticing that they had no intention of boarding.

At this time, Gu Siyu had already driven the commercial van over and lightly honked the horn.

Cheng Weiyang ignored Cheng Hao's words and instead got into the commercial van along with Qin Ning and the others.

Seeing this, Cheng Hao couldn't help but frown.

Because he realized that the commercial van did not seem ordinary; its value was probably around a million.

Just what kind of identities did these people who came with Cheng Weiyang have?

To actually be able to afford driving such a car?

But thinking about it carefully, it might just be rented.

After all, they had a lot of people.

Soon, the bus drove in front, while Gu Siyu drove the commercial van with Qin Ning and the others following behind.

There were quite a few vehicles coming and going on the streets, plus many red lights, so it took about twenty minutes before the vehicles stopped outside a luxurious hotel.

The banquet hall for the birthday celebration was arranged on the second floor.

Father Cheng and Mother Cheng were responsible for leading the people from the bus upstairs to sit down and entertaining them, while the father and son duo, Cheng Linhua and Cheng Hao, stood guard outside the hotel doors.

After all, besides the people on the bus, there would be quite a few other guests arriving shortly.

Arriving on the second floor, Old Master Cheng chatted with his friends at the main table, while Cheng Weiyang led Qin Ning and the others to sit at another table not far away.

"Weiyang, your grandfather's heart isn't doing too well, is it?" Qin Ning suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Cheng Weiyang was slightly startled, knowing that Qin Ning must have noticed some problem. She quickly replied, "It's not very good. He had it checked before, but because of his advanced age, he can't undergo surgery..."

"It's fine. I'll just treat him before we leave. You don't need to worry," Qin Ning said with a smile.

Hearing this, the Cheng Linye couple sitting to the side also grew excited.

The two elders naturally knew of Qin Ning's special methods; after all, Cheng Linye's legs had been cured by Qin Ning.

Soon, as time passed and noon approached, the guests had mostly all arrived. Cheng Linhua and Cheng Hao walked up from downstairs and instructed the waiters to start serving the dishes.

"Weiyang, take your friends to the next table. I specifically arranged this table for Manager Lu, Little Hao, and his colleagues," Cheng Linhua said as he walked over.

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