Old Mr. Cheng’s eyes glared forcefully. “Of course!”

He immediately took out his phone, showed Lin Chen the performance reports of Cheng Huanzhen from the past few years, and also displayed the performances of many other children of the same age from other families.

If you excluded He Wenyan, who had already been kicked out of the competition circle, then the only one who could compare with Cheng Huanzhen at the same age was Fang Lian, who was a few years older.

Old Mr. Cheng said proudly, “As long as Huanzhen can maintain this state, then he will definitely be able to maintain his past excellent results—he has always been able to do so.”

Lin Chen did not raise any objections to this.

He just smiled and let the old butler reset the chessboard, then replied, “Then I look forward to the market performance after the new product is released.”

A night of chess ended.

When Lin Chen returned to his bedroom, it was already well past his bedtime.

But before going to sleep, Lin Chen had a sleep-inducing activity: listening to the system report on all the important matters it had “tailed” that day.

Item one, Cheng Huanzhen’s actual private performance today.

Hmm, very robotic.

Item two, on his main Green Letter account, He Wenyan invited him out to dinner to share in the good fortune, using Lin Ruyan winning a gold medal in some world-class university competition as a reason.

The kid is not bad, I’ll send a red envelope to congratulate him.

Item three, someone, being too idle after graduation, was trying to investigate the truth of Fang Chengyu’s death…

Lin Chen: “.”

He looked at the three big words “Li Yunhui” circled in bold in the system’s daily report, recalled for a moment, and remembered the person with the rainbow ponytail who dyed his hair every day.

Lin Chen commented, “An idle person who doesn’t work after graduating from university.”

The system followed up, “Just loves to make trouble!”

Fortunately, Li Yunhui had not yet suspected Qi Wendong.

He was being objective, only asking a few more questions about the details of Fang Chengyu’s death because his brother Fang Ji was too sad, and from which he discovered something fishy, which made him curious enough to want to investigate further.

Currently, his progress was still at the stage of investigating Fang Chengyu’s social circle before he returned home.

Lin Chen thus contacted Fang Yecheng before bed, and to be safe, contacted Qi Jingming as well, asking them to strengthen the weak points of his identity at that time and patch up what needed patching, in case it blew up one day and everyone had to go down together.

To this, Fang Yecheng replied: [Suggest giving him a job. Welcome him to join the Fang family enterprise.]

Qi Jingming replied: [His dad is rich, suitable for developing as a client. Free referral, press 1 if you need it.]

…

Cheng Huanzhen did not get the answer he wanted.

He tossed and turned in bed. Every time he tossed, every time he turned, he would check his phone once.

Still no answer he wanted.

When he first met his little uncle, his little uncle’s communication tone on Green Letter and his tone in reality were almost identical.

The “Big nephew~!” in the Green Letter records, just by seeing the words and punctuation, he could already imagine his little uncle’s voice.

But now?

Cheng Huanzhen stared at the dog shaking its head emoji on the phone screen with a deadpan expression, trying to analyze even a tiny bit of his little uncle’s mood and tone from the emoji…

He failed.

Cheng Huanzhen: “…”

He continued to toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.

He didn’t know how his little uncle was doing at the old mansion recently.

Was he unhappy? Was he in pain? Just like the other uncles, aunts, and younger siblings who were taken to the old mansion?

He didn’t know.

Cheng Huanzhen originally did not care about these things.

His uncles, aunts, and younger siblings, he had never paid attention to any of them.

Their thoughts, their pain… he had seen it, but had never intervened.

Because it had nothing to do with him.

But his little uncle…

His little uncle was different.

His little uncle was kind and gentle.

Although a bit willful, a bit annoying at times, although completely unplanned and without any method, in the final analysis, he was kind and gentle.

So, should he just go and see his little uncle directly?

See if his little uncle could get used to life at the old mansion, whether he was happy or in pain, whether he had found other playmates besides him?

Although his little uncle had chosen to stay there himself, and had repeatedly and coldly ignored his messages.

But just like when his little uncle had disrupted his own plans, he had never asked for his opinion either.

He thought, perhaps some things just don’t require asking for an opinion.

Thinking so, he finally couldn’t hold it in any longer.

The next day after school, he had the driver go towards the old mansion.

The driver, who had just finished composing a whole love-hate story in his head last night to explain why the young master hadn’t returned to the old mansion for several months: …

The driver said, “Yes, young master.”

Cheng Huanzhen soon arrived at the old mansion.

The old butler was very surprised to see him.

The old butler asked, “Young Master Huanzhen, you are here today to?”

Cheng Huanzhen said, “Good afternoon, Uncle Wang. I’m here to see my little uncle.”

The old butler immediately showed a difficult expression. “Young Master Yiming? This… then Young Master Huanzhen, please sit down first. I will go ask Young Master Yiming.”

Cheng Huanzhen nodded and said, “Okay, thank you, Uncle Wang.”

Cheng Huanzhen sat down in the living room. His posture was very upright, his hands resting quietly on his knees as he waited.

But his fists were clenched tightly, and he used all his strength to keep the corners of his mouth from turning down so obviously.

Why difficult? Why did he need to go and ask specifically?

Could it be that his little uncle would refuse to see him?… Just like how he had coldly ignored his Green Letter messages?

What you think of, comes.

After waiting for about three to five minutes, the old butler returned to the living room.

He had a difficult expression on his face and said euphemistically, “Young Master Huanzhen, Young Master Yiming is resting at this time and it is not convenient to see people. How about you…”

Cheng Huanzhen’s mouth could no longer hold its effort.

His lips were drawn into a flat line, the two ends turning down slightly.

He interrupted the old butler’s words, “What did he say?”

Resting? This was clearly just an excuse!

The old butler sighed helplessly and said truthfully, “Young Master Yiming said that Mr. Cheng is very satisfied with your work status during this period and hopes that you can continue to maintain it. He hopes that you will come to find him after you have finished with the new product for the first quarter.”

Cheng Huanzhen: ?

Cheng Huanzhen was dazedly driven out of the old mansion.

This time, he was once again driven out by his little uncle.

He stood at the entrance of the old mansion, standing there blankly for a while, before being dragged into the car by the driver and driven home.

After returning home, he still sat dazedly in his chair until the butler couldn’t help but wave his hand in front of him, before he finally snapped back to reality.

Cheng Huanzhen called out, “Brother Yang.”

The butler replied, “Yes, young master.”

Cheng Huanzhen pointed at the potted plants on the windowsill and the clothes in the closet that were out of tune with the original overall tone, and said with a deadpan expression, “Please help me move them out, Brother Yang.”

The butler was shocked. “Young master, these are…?!”

Cheng Huanzhen repeated with a deadpan expression, “Move them out.”

The butler hesitated. “Move… move them where?”

Cheng Huanzhen said, “Anywhere is fine, as long as I can’t see them.”

The butler: “…”

The butler asked cautiously, “Young master, did you have a fight with Young Master Yiming today? Did you go to the old mansion?”

Cheng Huanzhen: “…”

Seeing that the volcano bottled up in the gourd was about to erupt, the butler quickly said no more and ran out with a pot of flowers.

But as soon as he got to the hallway, the butler was at a loss.

So where exactly should this potted plant be placed?

Throwing it away was definitely not an option, but where in this house was a place that Young Master Huanzhen couldn’t see?

Just then, Cheng Zhaorui happened to open the door and come home. At the entrance, he looked up and saw the butler standing there motionless, and asked in confusion, “What are you standing there for?”

The butler said, “Ah, sir, Young Master Huanzhen asked me to find a place where he can’t see this potted plant, and I’m thinking about where to put it.”

Cheng Zhaorui went upstairs, passed by the butler, and casually waved his hand. “It’s a pretty nice flower. How many pots are there? Just put them all in my room.”

The butler immediately agreed and moved all the potted plants away in a flash. The remaining clothes were easy to deal with. They were all folded up, put in a box, and placed in the warehouse.

Cheng Zhaorui put his own things in his room and curiously followed the butler to Cheng Huanzhen’s room to take a look.

He saw that his son, who had finally shown some signs of life, had now returned to this state, and his heart ached for him.

So at this moment, while his son’s door was open, he poked his head in and asked in a deliberately relaxed tone, “What are you doing on such a nice day, Huanzhen? Do you want to go sing karaoke, play cards, play mahjong, go shopping, or take a walk in the park… or do you want to go to an amusement park?”

Cheng Huanzhen slowly raised his head from his chair.

He coldly and flatly refused, “No, father. My schedule is very busy today. I need to start working now. Please leave.”

Cheng Zhaorui: “…”

Cheng Zhaorui silently withdrew his head from the room.

Extremely melancholic, missing Yiming, he angrily took out his phone and once again sent a message to Cheng Yiming.

When is he coming back? He’s his sixty million! How could a short one-year contract be wasted in the meaningless old mansion?!

Cheng Huanzhen closed the door, locking himself in the room.

He sat in front of his schedule, in a daze.

It was as if there was nothing in his mind, only time slowly passing by.

It wasn’t until the sun set and the moon rose that a question finally slowly squeezed into his head.

…What did their company’s new product have to do with his little uncle?

It had nothing to do with his little uncle.

It had to do with his grandfather.

It wasn’t his little uncle who rejected him.

It was his grandfather who rejected him!

“Crack!”

A crisp cracking sound came from the room. The butler was startled and hurried to Young Master Cheng Huanzhen’s room, knocking on the door and asking, “Young master? Young master? What happened?”

Cheng Huanzhen’s calm voice came from inside the room. “It’s nothing.”

Cheng Huanzhen looked down at the glass fragments in his hand and slowly realized that there seemed to be something wrong after all.

But it didn’t matter, it wasn’t a big problem, it wasn’t important.

The question in his mind wasn’t finished yet, that was more important.

It was grandfather who threatened little uncle.

Little uncle did not refuse him.

It was all grandfather. It was all grandfather. It was all grandfather…!!

The anger that had been accumulating in his chest since the Spring Festival was belatedly ignited. As it burned, it turned into confusion.

What should he do?

Anger. Unhappiness. Then he shouldn’t be angry.

How can he eliminate anger?

…By making his work schedule even more tightly packed?

He couldn’t possibly go to his grandfather, accuse him, and then snatch his little uncle back.

His little uncle had not agreed to come back with him.

…Why didn’t he agree?

Why couldn’t he go to his grandfather? Why couldn’t he just snatch his little uncle from his grandfather’s hands?

His little uncle had never asked him if he could when he ruined his plans, so why should he care about whether he could or not?

He didn’t know. He didn’t know. He didn’t know.

Cheng Huanzhen was lost in his emotions.

He had no experience in dealing with such emotions. He didn’t know what he should do.

He opened the door and let the butler come in to deal with the glass fragments and his hand, which was pierced by glass shards.

The butler was scared out of his wits by him and babbled on and on about something in his ear.

He didn’t listen.

The uncomfortable feeling was stuck in his chest, making him feel flustered.

A decision had not yet been made.

After his hand was bandaged, he returned to his room, grabbed his schedule like a drowning person, forced himself to make the most precise and tightly packed plan possible, and then let his body act according to the plan.

This was his most accustomed way of acting. He didn’t need to think, only to act.

This kind of behavior made him feel relaxed.

Time thus came to April.

A decision had still not been made.

He would sometimes think, if only this were a work decision. Work decisions were so easy to make. Analyze, compare, then decide. And it’s over.

But his little uncle, the old mansion, his grandfather… he didn’t know.

He had never made this kind of decision.

The new product was released on time according to the postponed schedule.

The first day’s sales were pretty good, indeed reaching the “excellent” standard.

Old Mr. Cheng was always paying attention to his grandson’s career progress.

Seeing the first day’s sales, although it was an ordinary excellence, this time the excellence brought a smile to his face.

He found Lin Chen, drank tea and played chess, and proudly showed him the first day’s data. “See, Xiao Lin, I told you my educational method is very correct. Look, how outstanding Huanzhen’s performance is!”

Then his tone changed, very dissatisfied. “Your new plan is also no good, it needs to be rewritten. This is already the fifth plan. If the next plan still can’t satisfy me, then we’ll have to have a good talk about this contract!”

Lin Chen smiled and played chess with him without saying a word.

They played chess for three consecutive days.

The data of the new product’s debut was also updated to the old mansion day by day.

However, on the second and third day, the smile on Old Mr. Cheng’s face became less and less.

The reason was none other than—

The sales these two days, compared to the first day’s sales, were a cliff-like drop!

On the third night, Old Mr. Cheng finally couldn’t take it anymore. In the chess room, he was so angry that he slammed the table and cursed loudly, “What’s wrong with Cheng Huanzhen?! It’s the third day. Hasn’t he seen such an obvious sales fluctuation? Where’s his response strategy? With him being so inactive, is he a wooden man waiting to die?!”

He angrily said to the old butler, “Where’s Cheng Huanzhen? Get him over here for me! Now, immediately, right away!”