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Chapter 69: The Way of No Interval

  Chapter 69: The Unhindered Path

  Beijing!

  Zhao Huaye's face was filled with bitter smiles and helplessness after receiving the news. This message couldn't be hidden from Qi Yuting, but... his time was too short.

  "Yi Fei has nothing to do with it, you know that, right?" Zhao Huo Yue asked tentatively.

  "Xī Wén has already told me that this time the assassin is Hei Jì, and was killed by Yì Fēi, right?"

  Zhao Huoyue's face was filled with delight. The most terrifying thing in life is probably marrying a clever wife.

  "Hmm, not bad, Yi Fei's strength is pretty good, he was actually able to take down Hei Sha." Zhao Huo Yue said with considerable pride.

  Qī Yù Tíng's voice was as calm as the stillness before a storm: "So, you're quite proud of having such an excellent son. Not bad, Yi Fei is indeed very outstanding, his strength is very powerful, and even Tian Yuan said he wasn't his match. But have you thought about it? Even if he's formidable, how many people can he handle at once? This time he was able to handle Hei Xiǎo, but what about next time?"

  Zhao Huyue bitterly smiled, he knew that if Qi Yuting found out about this matter, she would definitely blow up. The result was just as he had thought, although Qi Yuting's voice was very calm, but that calmness was filled with eerie horror.

  "Ying Ting, I won't hide it from you, someone in the Zhao family already knows about Yifei's existence. And this time, the assassin might be sent by the Zhao family. But don't worry, I will speed up to welcome Yifei back."

  "Zhao Huaye, I finally heard a true word from your mouth. You've finally admitted that it was someone from the Zhao family who tried to assassinate him. If anything happens to Yifei, I'll make sure they accompany him in death. And don't ever say again that you'll hurry up and welcome Yifei back, how many more years do you think you can deceive me?"

  Qī Yùtíng's voice was calm, but Zhào Hǔyuè could hear a deep and sinister intent hidden within.

  Just like a mother tiger seeing her cubs threatened.

  "Zhaohu's tone became somewhat harsh: "Ruiting, isn't he my son? Yifei encountered assassination, shouldn't I be worried? I don't dare to acknowledge him now because the timing is not yet ripe. Bringing him by my side would only attract more killing intent. It's been 27 years, do you think I don't want to find my son back? Do you think I'm heartless?"

  Qī Yùtíng suddenly burst out, shouting into the phone: "Zhao Hǔyuè, don't make excuses! The mess in your family, do I not know about it? For 27 years, you've been the head of the Zhao family for 27 years and still haven't resolved your family's issues. Instead, they've become even more arrogant. You're a coward! Coward! I really wonder how Grandfather could have passed on the position of family head to a coward like you."

  Zhao Hu Yue sighed, yes, he was a coward. He had endured for 27 years and still hadn't achieved anything. Perhaps, he shouldn't have become the head of the household. If he wasn't the head, now would be a time when the whole family could reunite and enjoy happiness together.

  Drunk with power over the world, drunk and sleeping on a beauty's lap.

  It's what every man dreams of, but compared to the thick blood ties of family, which is lighter and which is heavier? What should be put down and what should be picked up?

  Zhao Huoyue was perplexed. In his fifties, the year he should know heaven's will, he held great power but couldn't get past the hurdle of authority.

  "Yingting, give me a few days and I will definitely handle everything properly."

  Qī Yù Tíng couldn't help but burst out laughing after hearing Zhao Hu Yue's words, and said wildly: "Zhao Hu Yue gave you a few days' time, is the time I gave you not enough? For 27 years, what have you actually done? You haven't done anything, all you know how to do is protect your current position, all you know how to do is hold onto power, all you know how to do is crave for more power, completely forgetting about family ties, forgetting that you still owe your son.

  Zhao Huaye was speechless, Qi Yuting was right, all these years he had done nothing, only knowing how to protect his current position, completely forgetting that there was a son he had abandoned twenty-seven years ago.

  "Zhao Huaye, I've made up my mind. I'm going to Li Jiang. I want to see Yifei. It's been 27 years. For 27 years, neither of us has seen each other as mother and son. I think now we should meet too."

  "Yi Fei may not be anything to you, but to me, Qu Yuting, and the Huayu Group, he is the future crown prince of our Huayu Group. I hold 85% of the shares in Huayu Group, all for the sake of one day handing it over to my son, so that he won't have to worry too much about his life in the second half." Qu Yuting said firmly.

  "Yingting, the situation at Lijiang is very chaotic right now. If you go there now, you may encounter danger." Zhao Huoyue said with concern.

  "Haha, it's better if I encounter danger. If someone kills me, that would be best, so I won't have to see a coward like you." Qiyuting said and hung up the phone.

  Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Zhao Huoyue smiled wryly.

  It seems that Qí Yù Tíng has really made up her mind and there will be no more changes.

  ………

  Away from the river.

  Zhang Yifei did not know that his assassination had already spread to the Yanjing Zhao family, and the master of the Zhao family was even scolded by his own wife.

  Zhang Yifei is now walking alone in the streets and alleys, smiling as he holds his phone.

  "Don't use a villain's heart to measure a gentleman's intentions."

  "What exactly do you plan to do about your relationship with Zhao Xiwen?"

  "She is my sister, this is an unchangeable fact. Whoever harms her will be killed by my flying knife." Zhang Yifei said coldly.

  "Alright, now you're in charge, what you say goes." The old director was clearly helpless about Zhang Yifei's decision.

  "Dean Lao, are you a Mozi sent by some power faction? Why do you know so many things."

  The old director's face was full of black lines.

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