Evidently, the Zheng Family mbers all knew about Qin Bo's intention to acquire Feng Xiaoyue's Xinghai.
Thus, at the reception where Qin Bo ca to mourn, although Liu Zhizhong saw the hosts collectively welcoming him, it seed sowhat perfunctory, and very much so.
Liu Zhizhong could sense the inner resistance and reluctance of the Zheng Family mbers, and even a bit of helplessness.
This indicated that Qin Bo was indeed a powerful figure in Tiandu! Really not comparable to local powerhouses, huh?
But Liu Zhizhong sneered, regardless of how powerful you claim to be in Tiandu, don't you follow the basic decorum? Don't you have any sha? Can you endure the disdain that people talk about behind your back?
Demon Liu's heart steadied!
However, he still observed secretly as the Zheng couple ushered Qin Bo to the front row seat.
Upon his arrival, Qin Bo displayed an arrogant smirk towards Qian Xuan and Xiang Wenhua, his old classmates. He did not offer a handshake but rely patted their shoulders and said sothing with a smile that was hard to interpret.
Qian Xuan and Xiang Wenhua reacted differently.
Qian Xuan, always the wild one, even brushed off his shoulder where Qin Bo had touched as if Qin Bo's hand were dirty, and then pointed at Qin Bo's nose, saying a few words.
Ultimately, Qin Bo just gave a cold and indifferent smile in return, said a few words, but the situation remained conflict-free, with emotional disturbances within controllable limits.
As for Xiang Wenhua, he was not as wild as Qian Xuan. He simply smiled lightly, sat down, crossed his legs, and said sothing to Qin Bo. Qin Bo continued nodding and shaking his head, his arrogant smile undiminished, then proceeded to take his seat.
Once seated, Qin Bo ignored Xiang Wenhua and Qian Xuan, opened his briefcase, took out a tablet, and held it, busying himself with sothing, occasionally taking phone calls, oblivious to those around him.
Other significant figures at the scene, including Li Tanglu and Luo Tianlin, looked at Qin Bo's silhouette with a mix of respect and fear. Liu Zhizhong could truly feel that this young man held a significant position among the powerful families of Tiandu.
Before long, Liu Zhizhong heard over the radio that mbers of Feng Xiaoyue's family had arrived, shaking him to his core. It was Feng Xiaoyue's parents who had co, just the two of them.
It was evident that Mr. Feng had graying hair, a stern expression, an iron-like visage, and even used a cane. His expression did not seem like one suffering from the loss of a son-in-law. Liu Zhizhong deduced that perhaps… Mr. Feng had always had a strong opinion about this marriage, yet had been helplessly forced into it?
In the affairs of the powerful, who could truly grasp the full picture?
Mrs. Feng appeared quite young, well-maintained, looking like soone in her forties rather than her early fifties, petite and delicate, yet with an aristocratic aura.
Upon their arrival, they received a quite formal reception, as expected.
All procedures proceeded as intended. As the parents-in-law, they lit incense sticks, stood there without bowing, and directly inserted the incense in front of the spirit tablet; they then went to their seats.
At that mont, the Zheng couple escorted their in-laws, accompanied by their widowed daughter-in-law, Feng Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue clung to her mother's hand like an innocent child.
Liu Zhizhong felt sowhat heavy-hearted witnessing this scene.
A confidante, and a woman capable of independently handling insightful affairs, she was surely competent to have managed such a large business.
But at tis like this, after losing her husband, when her family ca to visit, her traumatized spirit was laid bare—her mother was her imdiate pillar of support!
Perhaps, even the strongest individuals have monts of emotional frailty and helplessness?
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