A black Cayenne slowly drove into the desolate reeds less than a hundred ters away from the Hai Family.
In the pitch-black night, the black Cayenne almost rged with the night.
"Click～" Inside the car, Lin Zifeng casually lit a cigarette. He squinted his eyes and took a deep drag.
As the thick white smoke slowly flowed out of his mouth, the little girl Beiming Lan stared in fascination. So she imitated Lin Zifeng’s actions, lighting a cigarette with a click, but the strong smoke almost made her cough out tears.
"Haha... A girl trying to smoke like a man?" Lin Zifeng laughed as he looked at her.
"Who says girls can’t smoke? Is it only allowed for n?" Beiming Lan protested, holding the cigarette between her thumb and index finger, squinting her eyes, and this ti carefully took another deep drag. But the result was the sa as before, she almost choked to death on the strong smoke.
"Girls shouldn’t learn to smoke." Lin Zifeng twisted his smile.
"Why can you smoke, but I cough every ti I do?" Beiming Lan covered her mouth, almost crying from coughing.
"Because you are a girl. If you were a boy, I would definitely teach you how to smoke." Lin Zifeng chuckled.
"What kind of bull logic is that, n can smoke, but why can’t we girls?" Beiming Lan pouted, displeased. But looking at the cigarette in her hand, she reluctantly threw it aside.
"Little follower, you said you brought to see so fun tonight, so what fun are we supposed to see?" Beiming Lan looked around, but it was all dark reeds, no fun in sight.
"Don’t rush, if you want to see the fun, you have to wait patiently." Lin Zifeng smiled mysteriously.
Then his gaze suddenly beca extrely sharp.
"Here they co. The fun is about to begin." He saw from afar, in the reed forest, that Nolan He had already led people to the outskirts of the Hai Family, waiting for Lin Zifeng’s final command...
anwhile, Hai Zhilan, having received the news from Elder Hai Yushui, was waiting at Elder Hai Yushui’s house for his brother and Elder Hai Yushui.
Sitting beside him was Hai Yushui’s daughter, Hai Chenxing.
At this mont, cold sweat was streaming down Hai Zhilan’s forehead, his hands trembling, his eyes panicked, constantly looking at the wine in front of him.
There seed to be so unspeakable secret.
However, Hai Chenxing beside him was constantly throwing seductive smiles at him, which he completely ignored.
Until Elder Hai Yushui and his brother Hai Wuyan finally entered the room, Hai Zhilan quickly stood up from his seat, looking sincerely at the two of them.
"Brother!"
"Elder Yushui!"
Hai Zhilan stood up.
"Hmph!"
Upon entering the door and seeing Hai Zhilan, Hai Wuyan almost snorted coldly, not sparing him a glance. His eyes fell on the seductive Hai Chenxing, and even the usually calm Hai Wuyan almost gagged.
"Hahaha... Wuyan, today is a good day, try to be happier, don’t hold that face. After all, you’re brothers, no need to be so earnest," Elder Hai Yushui quickly laughed, comforting Hai Wuyan with a smile.
"Elder Yushui, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even want to eat this al tonight." After sitting at the table, Hai Zhilan quickly picked up the wine jug to pour drinks for the two.
"Brother, although I, Zhilan, have been a bit of a ss and brought sha to the family and embarrassed my brother, everyone knows I’m naturally a loser. No matter how hard I try, I can’t match half of your achievents. I invited Elder Yushui to bring you here today in hopes that you can forgive past grievances. Can you..."
At this point, Hai Zhilan didn’t know how to continue, due to his nervousness.
"Can you what?" Hai Wuyan turned his head, sneering at him, "Hai Zhilan, you’re the family’s acknowledged waste, right? Did you ask Elder Yushui to invite here just to say these useless words? If you’re playing the pity card, sorry, a lot of people are pitiful, and as a debauched playboy, you really don’t qualify as pitiful."
"No no no! Brother, you’ve misunderstood. I know I’m a waste, I won’t dare to compare myself to you. But I’m not playing the pity card, I just wanted to..."
Hai Zhilan’s hands were sweating. In his nervousness, he completely forgot all the lines he had prepared earlier.
Elder Hai Yushui saw this, frowning, and stepped forward with an awkward smile, "Wuyan, you know there’s sothing I’ve been aning to say."
"Elder Yushui, there’s nothing you can’t say to . Go ahead." Hai Wuyan was still sowhat humble with elders, which is part of the reason he’s respected in the family.
"Truth be told, I watched you both grow up. You’ve been under the eyes of us elders since childhood, and we know both of your temperants.
Now, with the old Family Head critically ill, there needs to be a suitable candidate for the Family Head position. Of course, everyone acknowledges it should be you, Wuyan. Even though I have so fondness for Zhilan, I have to say it from the heart, having you lead the family is a hundred tis better than Zhilan!"
With this, Hai Wuyan felt his spirits lift as he sipped his wine, feeling elated.
With a smile, he said, "Elder Yushui, there’s no need to say those words to . Get to the point. I trust that Zhilan didn’t go to such lengths to invite for dinner just to discuss these inconsequential things?"
"Haha! Wuyan, you’re sharp. Well, to be frank, I stepped in this ti to ask a favor, wondering if you would agree to this small request from an elder?"
"Elder Yushui, there’s no need for requests between us. Just say it, and Wuyan will give it his all to fulfill it."
"Okay, once you inherit the Family Head position, can you spare Zhilan and Lan Xin?" Elder Hai Yushui observed Hai Wuyan’s expression.
He knows once Hai Wuyan decides sothing, it’s hard to change.
"Wuyan, rember, Zhilan and Lan Xin are your siblings. Even as Family Head, you can’t abandon them. Rember the phrase: ’born from the sa root, why such eagerness to destroy each other.’" Elder Hai Yushui gently patted Hai Wuyan’s hand.
Suddenly, Hai Wuyan’s eyes beca extrely sharp, but it was difficult to make a decision. After all, Zhilan and Lan Xin are both family mbers.
Even if he’s not afraid of the current Zhilan, who knows what the future holds in ten, twenty, or thirty years.
Perhaps in his generation, nothing would happen, but who’s to say the future won’t see his descendants face Zhilan’s descendants’ ambitions?
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