Zuo Zhiyu waved his hand dismissively: "Enough! Don't bring these matters up again! Have you all no sha?"
Hou Qiaoling chuckled at this: "I always wondered why your family acts like nouveau riche. Turns out, it's because you're living off soone else's wealth!"
Zuo Zhiyu flared up in anger: "What did you say?"
He hated nothing more than being called a "gold digger."
Hou Qiaoling wasn't intimidated in the slightest, sneering back: "What? You can do it, but others can't talk about it?"
The truth was, the wealth didn't belong to the Zuo family, nor to Zuo Group, and certainly not to Zuo Zhiyu.
It was all from Quan Feng's legacy.
Now everything made sense.
Hou Qiaoling had always found Zuo Zhiyu's behavior odd. How could soone so incompetent amass such wealth and mismanage a company so poorly?
Her father had once been a high-ranking official!
She had been grood as a socialite from a young age, her vision and sophistication far surpassing this crowd. With her skills, taking down this family would be a breeze—she just needed to adjust her strategy.
The family fortune was still worth fighting for, and knowing the truth only made her more confident.
Did these fools really think they could outsmart her?
Dinner ended in discord, with everyone retreating to their rooms, each lost in their own thoughts.
...
Zuo Zichen sat at his desk for a long ti, lost in reflection. He traced back the tiline, from the first ti he t Quan Zhisui, to his reckless attempt to pick a fight that landed him in the hospital, and finally to watching Quan Zhisui dominate the entire family and rise to the top of the hierarchy.
So, what did that make him now?
Everything the Zuo family had enjoyed over the years—the food, the luxuries, even his expensive gadgets—had all co from the wealth Quan Zhisui's mother had amassed through shrewd investnts.
Zuo Zichen had always believed his father was a formidable man, soone who had once made it onto Liangxi Town's list of wealthiest individuals. But now he knew the truth: that brief two-year stint on the list was only because his father had just taken over Quan Feng's company at the ti.
He had stood on Quan Feng's shoulders, mistakenly believing he had the ability to reach those heights himself.
In reality, he had no such capability. He had fallen off the wealth rankings, disappearing without a trace.
Then ca the rounds of financing, failed investnts, more financing, and more failures, turning Zuo Group into a chaotic ss.
The company no longer bore Quan Feng's imprint, but it could never reclaim its forr glory.
Did Zuo Group still make money?
Yes, but it was no longer a major player.
Zuo Zichen even pulled out his phone to check, only to find that Zuo Group was constantly criticized in the dia, its decline unabated.
*Knock knock!*
The sound of soone at the door interrupted his thoughts.
Zuo Zichen turned off his phone screen and looked up.
Xu Zhiyi walked in, her eyes darting around nervously. "Son, that Hou Qiaoling is sothing else. You have to help . Her son is young and getting bullied at school. If we work together, we can drive her out in one fell swoop!"
Zuo Zichen took a deep breath. "Mom, I need to study."
Xu Zhiyi was taken aback. "What?"
Zuo Zichen repeated firmly, "I said I need to study. Please don't co into my room without asking from now on."
Xu Zhiyi was incredulous. "You're not going to help ? You're not going to fight for the family fortune?"
Zuo Zichen felt a wave of disgust and looked down. "I want to live on campus and focus on getting into university."
Xu Zhiyi stomped her foot in frustration. "Useless! Just like your sister, running away to live on campus!"
Zuo Zichen didn't respond.
He didn't see Quan Zhisui's choice as running away. She must have had her reasons, and he was sure her decisions were always the right ones.
She was just like her mother—exceptionally smart.
So, he would follow her lead!
He would live on campus and study hard!
...
A week later, Zuo Zichen moved into the school dormitory, emulating Quan Zhisui. He even started practicing martial arts with her every morning, standing in the courtyard doing drills.
This surprised Quan Zhisui.
"You're not fighting for the family fortune anymore?" she asked.
Zuo Zichen shook his head. "I don't know. It's all too confusing for ."
Quan Zhisui pressed further, "You don't want that hefty allowance anymore?"
Zuo Zichen answered honestly, "I do, but it's not mine to spend. I shouldn't be using that money."
Quan Zhisui smiled faintly. "Then why move to the dorms?"
Zuo Zichen shrugged. "I don't know."
Quan Zhisui chuckled. "You don't know anything, yet you're copying ?"
The school dormitory was tiny compared to the spacious suite he had at ho.
Zuo Zichen nodded. "Yeah, I just feel like following you is always the right move. You always co out on top."
Unintentionally, he had stepped off the chessboard, becoming an outsider to the family drama.
Quan Zhisui found this amusing and asked, "What will you do if Zuo Group goes bankrupt?"
Zuo Zichen shook his head again. "I don't know. It probably won't go bankrupt. Dad says the company is struggling, but it still makes so money. I looked it up online—even a dying cal is bigger than a horse. It can't get much worse."
Quan Zhisui gave him a playful look. "But what if your dad makes so bad investnts? You know how he fell off the wealth rankings back then—bad investnts and poor managent."
Zuo Zichen scratched his head. "Then I guess we'd have to downgrade our lifestyle? The house should be safe, though. It's under Grandpa and Grandma's na."
Quan Zhisui laughed lightly. "What about the other properties?"
Zuo Zichen shook his head. "I'm not sure about the others. Grandpa and Grandma probably own more than one property."
Quan Zhisui nodded. "True, and they have more than one grandson."
Zuo Zichen's eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing.
Quan Zhisui looked at him and said, "Go ask them for your allowance. Get as much as you can, every month."
Zuo Zichen looked at her, confused. "But I just decided not to spend money recklessly."
Knowing where the money ca from made him uncomfortable.
Quan Zhisui's eyes glead with shrewdness. "Just do as I say. Don't spend it—save it."
You'll need that money soday.
Zuo Zichen nodded. "Okay, I'll save it. Should I give it to you when you need it?"
Quan Zhisui smiled. "If that's what you want."
She didn't spell it out, leaving it up to him to figure things out.
The path you choose shapes your future.
Every decision you make in your youth will influence the rest of your life.
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The Zuo household was in chaos, with daily battles raging.
Hou Qiaoling was a formidable opponent, and now that she knew the truth, she was even more brazen, leaving the entire Zuo family speechless with her scathing remarks.
Xu Zhiyi was losing ground, even getting frad once, which nearly led to Zuo Zhiyu divorcing her.
The family was in complete disarray, a full-blown war.
Zuo Yunxuan was still being bullied at school, worse than when he was abroad.
Zuo Zhiyu was at his wit's end. His career was in shambles, and his ho was a battlefield. He couldn't stand it anymore and fled to stay elsewhere.
One day, he received a phone call from soone he hadn't heard from in years.
"Mr. Zuo, it's been a while," the man's voice was elegant and warm.
Zuo Zhiyu jumped to his feet, bowing to the air in excitent. "Mr. Yan! Is that you, Mr. Yan?"
Yan Guanghua's voice carried a hint of amusent. "It's . Shall we talk?"
Zuo Zhiyu eagerly replied, "Just give the address! I'll co to you!"
Yan Guanghua said, "The usual place. You know it can't be in Liangxi Town."
Zuo Zhiyu nodded. "Understood! I'll be there in an hour!"
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