Old Sir Zhong looked deeply at Zhong Minghao, "I know what you all are thinking. But I can tell you very clearly right now, whether Ming Xin will come back or not, everything under his name will only belong to Yaoyao. You'd better not set your sights on his things, or don't blame me, the old man, for being heartless."
He was fully aware that the possessions left by the third son were too conspicuous. Whether it was the eldest or the second, they each had their own designs. However, those things weren't given by him or his wife; they were earned by the third son himself. Thus, those things could only belong to Yaoyao.
Not knowing whether he felt wronged or if his thoughts had been pinpointed, Zhong Minghao's face flushed red, "Dad, what nonsense are you spouting? Even if I'm incompetent, I wouldn't covet my own brother's things!"
Though he said this, only he knew what he truly thought.
Old Sir Zhong shook his head and then waved his hand, "You don't need to explain yourself here. I don't care what you think. I am only telling you a fact, and my thoughts, that's all."
Zheng Silin took a step forward, wanting to say something to defend her husband. Yet under Old Sir Zhong's sharp gaze, she found herself unable to speak a word.
The kitchen soon warmed up the meal, and Old Sir Zhong, Old Madam Zhong, and Zhong Niangyao left the living room.
Soon, only the family of three from the main house remained in the living room. They looked at each other, speechless, and eventually returned to their own rooms.
Once back in her room, Zheng Silin couldn't help but start complaining.
"Minghao, what does Dad mean by all this? Was he warning us just now? Does it mean he has discovered something?"
"Don't talk nonsense," Zhong Minghao shot a warning look and scolded directly, "We haven't done anything. Over the years, we have always treated Niangyao as our own daughter."
"That's right," Zheng Silin nodded, unsure if she was convincing herself or others, "We've treated Niangyao well enough; it's just that she herself is underperforming."
"Let Meng Fan not talk recklessly in the future."
Recalling the events of tonight, Zhong Mingxin spoke with a hint of blame, "She's no longer young but still doesn't know what can be said and what can't. If she can't even speak properly, I really don't know what else we can expect from her in the future."
"You are to blame too; girls need to be taught with patience," Zheng Silin slightly reproached, "You slapped her in front of so many people today—where do you expect her to put her face?"
"Face? Does she even need any face?" Zhong Minghao's tone grew even harsher, "Does she not know that the matter with the third brother is a taboo in this family? Today she blithely brought it up in front of Old Sir; does she want to openly have them punish me? Also, if it weren't for her, why would Dad have said those things today?"
He now felt that if it weren't for the words spoken by Zhong Mengfan, their parents might not have had any doubts about him at all.
Thinking about this brainless daughter pained him.
"Alright, alright, don't be angry."
Seeing her husband getting increasingly angry, Zheng Silin quickly spoke to pacify him, "I will teach her well from now on. But don't be too harsh on her, lest it becomes counterproductive."
Zhong Minghao didn't say anything further.
However, Zheng Silin knew her husband had taken her words to heart, so she didn't nag any further.
After dinner, Zhong Niangyao chatted with Old Sir Zhong and Old Madam Zhong for a while, then she returned to her room.
She took out the Copper Coins she had found earlier, and then concentrated her mind and began to fortune-tell.
A moment later, she gathered the coins on the table and sighed helplessly.
This time, her fortune-telling attempt was to find out the current whereabouts of this body's father, Zhong Mingxin. Even if he was dead, there should still be a place where his remains were buried.
But what frustrated her was that she couldn't figure out his location, as if something obscured it.
She didn't know whether it was because Zhong Mingxin was this body's father that she couldn't figure it out, or if someone had indeed shielded his Heavenly Secret.
However, on a brighter note, through this divination, she knew that this body's biological parents were still alive.
In other words, both Zhong Mingxin and this body's biological parents were still well and alive in this world.
Elsewhere, in the hospital—
Zhao Xuanglang sat on the hospital bed with bandages around his head, his face deathly pale, still shaken from a narrow escape.