I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 100 Whose Retribution?

Wu Peng tugged at the corners of his mouth, but seeing the old man now revelling in his own charming and spirited state, he wondered what his reaction would be if he were to tell him the news he had just learned.

He was born to the concubine, and was also the first son of the old man before him.

As a child, he had longed for paternal love, but when he lay on the ground, barely alive from the beating by Madam, his father simply glanced at him indifferently and then, cuddling the newly acquired Third Concubine, entered his room.

From that moment, he knew that he might be worth less than a dog in his father’s eyes.

Sometimes the world is so unfair.

Is it that being a good person brings no reward, while being bad allows one to live a carefree and unrestrained life?

Wu Xiujie spoke up impatiently, "What is it that you want, hesitating and making a scene unworthy of public appearance?"

Wu Peng didn’t care about his father’s reproach; he was used to it. Besides, as long as he stayed away, he wouldn’t hear it. Leaning forward, he lowered his voice, "Father, I have just returned from Huaxia, saw my younger uncle, and then went to find Xiao Cui and Mrs. Wang, who are close to Madam."

Wu Xiujie’s nonchalant expression gradually became more focused.

His eagle-like eyes stared intently at Wu Peng, who returned the gaze without blinking. After a moment, Wu Xiujie let out a dark chuckle.

"Wu Peng, you’re a grandfather too now. You should know how to handle this matter..."

Wu Peng fell silent.

Wu Xiujie recalled the scene of Wu Tai going berserk a moment ago.

So, had he remembered something? Or perhaps, did he find some clue in Huaxia?

He had found Wu Qianyun, but Wu Qianyun was dead?

Though uncertain in his heart, he spoke indifferently, "Before your grandfather died, he forced your younger uncle to swear to respect me as the eldest brother for his entire life; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to find his daughter even in the next lifetime."

Wu Peng silently looked at his father, "So no matter what you did in the past, you have an ’amulet’ that spares you from death?"

Wu Xiujie scoffed, "You insolent child, what do you think I’ve done?"

"You know very well what you did."

Wu Peng took a few steps back, "If my younger uncle finds out the truth, all your oathtaking will mean nothing. He might just tear you to pieces.

By the way, that goes for your lovers, your illegitimate sons, and daughters too. He won’t spare a single one of them."

Wu Xiujie suddenly stood up and lashed out with his foot at Wu Peng, who, caught off guard, was kicked to the ground. Yet, as he sat on the ground, Wu Peng began to chuckle.

"You’ve really lived a life without regrets, enjoying yourself to the fullest until now."

"That’s because it is my destiny," Wu Xiujie said coldly, word by word.

"Fine, it’s your destiny, so keep enjoying it."

"So, Wu Peng, don’t try to play tricks with me. You’d better handle this matter neatly, or your excellent children and your genius twin grandsons will end up very miserably."

"You, old monster, I’ve never seen anyone as ruthless and heartless as you. They’re your great-grandchildren too," Wu Peng couldn’t control himself and suddenly roared in a low voice.

Wu Xiujie smirked and left the luxurious living room with a slow, unconcerned pace, not even looking at Wu Peng.

As he walked, he chuckled to himself and murmured lightly, "Wu Xiucai, Wu Xiucai, you’ve enjoyed the limelight all your life, but what has it come to? I am the legitimate eldest son of the Wu Family. Why should you, a son borne by a lesser woman, climb above me and lord over me? Why should you get the position of the family head? So, this is all your retribution..."

In that moment, the smirking face became as ferocious as a demon’s.

Wu Peng slowly rose from the ground and straightened his clothes, a cold glint flickering in his eyes.

The old master had spent his entire life using others to do his dirty work.

Would it still be the same now?

His younger uncle was indifferent to his life or death, yet all of the wealth left by his grandfather was still clenched in the hands of that old man.

The mother of his younger uncle was a stepmother, and the old man always believed that woman was to blame for the death of his own mother.

What truly happened back then, no one knew.

But one had to admit, watching the old man indulging in a life of pleasure, he actually held his younger uncle firmly in his palm.

His health was so robust; another twenty years of life wouldn’t be a problem, but for his younger uncle, surviving this year alone seemed quite good.

He could even guess that the old man was just waiting for his younger uncle’s death.

Maybe he would find someone to impersonate Wu Qianyun?

No, the most likely scenario was to find someone to impersonate Wu Qianyun’s descendant.

That was something he was capable of doing.

Furthermore, Wu Tai was born to the Madam, and according to the old ways, that made him the legitimate son.

Therefore, the family wealth in the old man’s hands was mostly his.

Moreover, Wu Tai was currently the president of the corporation.

He was the only one in the Wu Family living so imposingly.

The others, though they worked at the corporation, could barely scrape a living due to their lack of capability. Could they compare with the powerful Wu Tai?

So, since the old man didn’t care about the life or death of his legitimate son, why should he bother?

After all, even if he made a move, those people were still the old man’s subordinates.

Without Wu Tai, he would be the one to gain more.

How many more years could the old man live, anyway? Could he really die before him?

Wu Peng calmed his emotions and strode away from the luxurious hall that seemed to be suffused with shadows of darkness and decay.

...

Early in the morning, He Xiuyu took He Xuerong to kindergarten.

Qiao Qingyu had already tended to the front courtyard, planting sea buckthorn in circles and scattering two rows of them on both sides of the stone path. In the north, it was called "sweeper’s plum," but it also had another name, "Gesang flower," meaning a symbol of happiness and good fortune.

The flowers came in over a dozen colors, which Qiao Qingyu mixed together and planted alongside the walkway.

In a few months, they would blossom into beautiful flowers.

On both sides lay her family’s small vegetable patches.

She transplanted the sprouted ginger and onions from the wooden boxes into the ground.

Qiao Qingyu had planned it all very sensibly, planting about a dozen varieties of vegetables.

A layer of dark soil covered both vegetable patches, mixed with wood ash. She had used almost all the black soil her uncle from her hometown had brought, leaving only one bag in reserve for emergencies.

At any time, the black soil always seemed to convey a sense of depth and substance, as if radiating vibrant life.

Moreover, this type of soil was truly excellent, especially when mixed with wood ash, making her two vegetable patches far from ordinary.

The only thing missing in the courtyard was a grape trellis.

She had already planted grape seeds on both sides, adopting a laissez-faire attitude about them. Grapes were not like vegetables; they could be left to grow on their own for harvesting, and even if they didn’t turn out well, one could still enjoy a bit of fruit...