Chapter 567

hair continued to move forward, stopping by the bedside.Fu Yan sat up from the bed. Huo Yuan's gaze fell on her face, he looked at it for a few times, then raised his hand to gently stroke the top of...He Mingzheng caressed the white circle on his thumb without changing his expression.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at the man he was about to call Fourth Uncle, "Fourth Uncle probably doesn't know that the money given to Fifth Aunt every year comes from my personal account. The so-called idle person you mentioned wasn't raised by the Huo family, I raised him."

"Furthermore," he paused, his eyes turning cold, " Huo Jingshu is not even worthy of being compared to Fu Yan. Huo Jingshu entered the Huo family because you begged your grandfather, while Fu Yan was prevented from entering the Huo family due to my personal reasons. This has nothing to do with her abilities."

Huo Siye clearly saw the chill in Huo Mingzheng's eyes.

He felt a chill run down his spine, as if a knife were held to his throat. He didn't dare say another word.

After Huo Mingzheng finished speaking, everyone in the front hall except Huo Yuan was stunned.

Wu Fang's annual living expenses are no less than seven figures. Because Huo Mingzheng is the head of the family, these matters are handled by people under him. Besides, it doesn't concern them, and no one has ever paid attention to that sum of money.

But no one expected that the living expenses of the Fifth House were coming from Huo Mingzheng's personal account.

For a moment, everyone was confused about what Huo Mingzheng was thinking.

Huo Mingzheng didn't look at the varied expressions on everyone's faces. He got up and walked towards the small building, the courtyard of the second room. After seeing his mother, he went to the third floor of the main building to see Old Master Huo.

After Grandfather Huo suffered a stroke and became bedridden, he lost a significant amount of weight. His vitality and spirit were no longer what they used to be. If it weren't for this incident, Huo Mingzheng almost forgot that his grandfather was eighty-two years old this year.

The butler was feeding him water. Huo Mingzheng walked over, sat down by the bed, took the cup from the butler's hand, and placed one end of the straw to Old Master Huo's lips.

Old Master Huo turned his head away.

He Mingzheng wasn't annoyed. He handed the straw over again, "Did you hear the sound of the wind downstairs"

Otherwise, he wouldn't be acting like this.

"These years, you've been hiding well." Old Master Huo's voice wasn't as strong as before, even his usual sly tone seemed tinged with a sense of weariness.

Ho Mingzheng said nothing.

Old Master Huo took a sip of water.

He slowly opened his mouth, “Grandpa has been hiding well. You suspected me and YanYan from the very beginning, bribing the general manager's secretary, putting Li Qin’s photo on the bedside table in my rest room, just to create distance between me and YanYan. Grandpa, for the sake of the Huo family's reputation, you really are ruthless.”

Old Master Huo had a mouthful of water that hadn't gone down, and it choked him, causing him to cough repeatedly. Seeing this, the steward cried out in alarm and hurriedly came over to help Old Master Huo regain his breath.

Old Master Huo regained his breath and said, "So later, Li Qin's return home naturally became your cover for Fu Yan's actions."

... while Li Qin's greed and ambition fell right into his trap.

Back then, I almost got tricked by Huo Mingzheng. But when I realized it, Huo Mingzheng had already obtained the inheritance rights of the Romont family.

He used to be able to quietly eliminate Fu Yan using his remaining influence, but it was the Romont family's territory. He couldn't do anything to them anymore.

Old Master Huo coughed a few times and continued from where he left off, "The Romont family is prominent, the elders wouldn't agree to an ordinary person becoming the mistress of the family. Fu Yan doesn't deserve it at all."

Ho Mingzheng remained silent. He put down his water glass, and the bedside lamp cast a soft glow on his tall figure.

If that's the case, I don't want the Romont family anymore.ng as the lowest bid is submitted, it's equivalent to a gamble."Bidding is a gamble between industries. The price shouldn't be the lowest possible, but rather slightly lower than competitors'. If the...