Lai Wenyan is just that kind of person.
Selfish to the extre, yet still puts on a show.
"You ntioned last ti about placing your mother’s ashes on Fengyang Mountain. Once these matters are settled, we father and daughter will take a trip to Diannan and also return your mother to her holand."
The ssage Lai Wenyan conveyed in his words was almost instantly understood by Tang Li.
This was telling her that from now on, they as father and daughter were on the sa team.
As for his wife, Ouyang Qian, Lai Wenyan had already abandoned her.
Just like he abandoned Tang Yin twenty years ago.
Having explained things, Lai Wenyan also got up: "Dad won’t disturb you from continuing to look at the script."
"Dad, if I tell His Excellency about this matter, grandfather’s antiques—"
Tang Li didn’t finish her sentence.
But Lai Wenyan understood what she ant, and he could not help but say, "After all, those antiques didn’t pass through the official path. Insisting on keeping them will eventually lead to trouble, which isn’t good for you. So, Dad plans to take this opportunity to donate them."
To reassure Tang Li, he added, "Dad has lived to this age, and has managed to save a little money, though it’s not as valuable as those antiques; Xiaxia and Yuanyuan have their mother. The only one Dad can’t stop worrying about is you."
Hearing this, Tang Li showed so emotion on her face.
Seeing her reaction, Lai Wenyan’s expression also relaxed: "Money can be earned again, but to Dad, you are the most important."
"Then I’ll tell His Excellency, Dad, that you saw the report online and checked the family’s assets. It turns out there are several antiques under grandma’s na with unclear origins. After asking grandma, it was revealed they were things Aunt Qian entrusted her to keep. Dad suspects they are Tang Shen’s private property and asked to call His Excellency to explain this matter."
Lai Wenyan didn’t say yes or no; he just asked, "Do you think Dad is being ruthless by doing this?"
"No." Tang Li shook her head.
Seeing Lai Wenyan’s gaze return to her, Tang Li continued, "Aunt Qian’s father is a retired general, and out of courtesy, His Excellency won’t probe too deeply. Once those antiques are surrendered, Aunt Qian should be fine."
Lai Wenyan looked relieved: "It’s comndable that you understand so well. If it were Yuanyuan, she might fight to the end."
"Yuanyuan is still young and doesn’t understand Dad’s sacrifices for this family."
Said Tang Li, recalling sothing: "Since grandma is not in the Capital, and those antiques are under her na, should we bring grandma back?"
"No need to bother." Lai Wenyan already had a plan in his mind: "Those antiques are stored in a bank safety deposit box. I’ll have Jiang Yuan retrieve them, and once you speak to His Excellency, we can directly hand them over."
"Okay." Tang Li agreed.
Lai Wenyan lightly patted her shoulder: "At this critical juncture, your Aunt Qian is busy being spiteful with , and Yuanyuan is not soone who can take responsibility. Dad can only rely on you now!"
"Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll call His Excellency in a while."
Receiving this assurance, Lai Wenyan was finally at ease.
Exiting Tang Li’s room, he planned to summon Jiang Yuan to the Lai Family.
At tis like this, it wasn’t appropriate for him to go to the bank himself.
The reason for not having Tang Li help retrieve the antiques was naturally due to a lack of trust.
Even though this daughter and he were tied to the sa boat, with Tang Shen in between, the level of trust significantly declined. Human nature, after all, is the most susceptible to testing.
Lai Wenyan returned to his study and picked up his cellphone, intending to call Jiang Yuan.
A V-blog notification popped up.
[A National Congress mber has been accused of dostic violence against his entrepreneur wife for twenty years. Is it a moral decline or a distortion of human nature?]
Lai Wenyan felt a twitch at his temple, sensing a bad on.
In the next second, a ssage from Douban appeared on the screen—
[A top political figure, Lai sothing, is again embroiled in a dostic violence scandal!]
...Lai sothing.
Clutching his cellphone, Lai Wenyan leaned back in anger!
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