NOVPUBChen Nan clenched his teeth and said in an icy voice that sent shivers down one’s spine, "Of course, I know who he is, that’s the Uncle Zhao I’ve always respected and loved!"
Even through the phone, Jiang Li keenly detected the substantial intent to kill in Chen Nan’s words and quickly said, "Chen Nan, even though you already know the identity of the mastermind, I still hope you can remain calm. Don’t act rashly or impulsively, and absolutely don’t startle the snake."
There was a hint of urgency and concern in Jiang Li’s voice, "This person may have been involved in the evil deed of harming your father, but he’s not the true mastermind behind the scenes. We can use him as a starting point, follow the leads, and that’s how we’ll be able to root out the real culprit hidden in the shadows."
"Don’t worry, I won’t do anything reckless," Chen Nan exhaled a turbid breath.
At that moment, the murderous intent in his eyes receded like the tide, replaced by a vast expanse of depth and calm.
Since his breakthrough with Yang Ruoshui through Dual Cultivation, there had been a significant enhancement in his mental state.
Now, except for his innate desires that were hard to restrain when facing women, in all other instances, he could control his emotions exceptionally well.
What’s more, he had successfully stepped into the Qi Refinement Realm Third Layer, and the elevation in his strength had made his mind even more resilient.
Even as the fact that his father died because of someone else’s murderous conspiracy burned in his heart like a fierce flame, fueling his raging fury, his strong self-control still managed to suppress these impulses.
After some idle chatter, Chen Nan hung up the phone and drove back to Jizhou.
He stopped by a supermarket on the way to buy a fruit basket, then drove to a high-end residential area.
He was going to see no other than his father’s business partner, the second-largest shareholder of Chen Group—Zhao Qian.
Chen Nan was filled with gratitude toward Zhao Qian.
After his mother had passed away, Zhao Qian had attended many of the parent-teacher meetings at school.
Back then, whenever Chen Nan saw Zhao Qian’s figure appear in the classroom, he would feel a warm current surge in his heart.
Moreover, in Chen Nan’s childhood, Zhao Qian was like a magical Doraemon, always taking him to taste various delicious foods, fulfilling all his wishes.
Though they shared no blood relation, Zhao Qian held a place in Chen Nan’s heart almost equal to that of his father.
While Zhao Qian was an elder, to Chen Nan, he was more like a close friend with whom he could share anything.
This was because, during his junior high days, Chen Nan could confide in Zhao Qian about a crush he had on a girl, something he would never dare mention to his father.
However, fate had played a cruel joke on him.
He could never have imagined that the very Uncle Zhao he had so revered would turn out to be one of the killers of his father!
Today, he was visiting with complex emotions, wanting to meet the man in person!
In the end,
Chen Nan arrived in front of a detached villa, pressing the doorbell with his heart full of complex feelings.
The next moment,
a gentle voice came from inside the villa, "Coming, coming."
As the front door of the villa opened, a woman in her thirties appeared, with a voluptuous figure, polished beauty, and dressed in a black sling dress.
She was like a ripe peach, exuding the aura of an exceptional mature woman.
The black spaghetti strap dress clung to her body, perfectly outlining her proud and curvaceous figure.
Especially her fullness in front, which looked very eye-catching. With her slightest movement, there was a subtle trembling, and one could barely glimpse the deep cleavage line that became even more enchanting against the black spaghetti strap dress.
Not only was her figure incredibly hot and sexy, but her face resembled a blooming rose, enchanting and lovely.
Her bright eyes were as deep and clear as gemstones, with thick, curled lashes, a high-bridged nose, and soft, voluptuous lips. The bright lipstick was striking, giving people an irresistible urge to kiss her.
Her hair, like a black waterfall, cascaded carelessly down her back, the tips curling lazily, oozing a sensual charm that made people daydream, unable to extricate themselves.
She was Zhao Qian’s beautiful, young wife.
Zhao Qian got married at the age of forty, which was much later than his peers, but he married a woman fifteen years his junior, arousing the envy of many.
It was precisely because of Zhao Qian’s late marriage that he had nearly considered Chen Nan as his son, providing him with much care and love.
"Who are you?"
Seeing Chen Nan, Wang Shuyao slightly furrowed her eyebrows, her gaze revealing a hint of puzzlement. She felt this man looked familiar, yet she couldn’t remember where she had seen him before.
Chen Nan greeted her with a smile, "Auntie, I’m Chen Nan. How come you don’t recognize me anymore?"
"Ah, it’s you!" Wang Shuyao suddenly realized, a radiant smile brightening her face. She walked briskly towards the door, her ample chest jiggling vigorously, creating an almost bursting illusion as if something longed to break free.
"Courageously speaking, Wang Shuyao’s development could even rival that of Lu Anran.
Indeed, after two years apart, one must view her in a new light.
To think Wang Shuyao’s development wasn’t so remarkable before.
"I was just wondering why you looked so familiar. I’m not a Buddhist, nor do I follow the Daoist path, and I have never been to a Daoist temple. How could it be... Oh, it turns out to be you, you little guy."
"Come on in, come on in!"
Wang Shuyao warmly opened the villa door, sincerely inviting Chen Nan inside. Not only that, she also took the fruit basket from his hand: "I heard from your Uncle Zhao that you went back to school for the college entrance exam. I wanted to invite you over for a meal, but I was afraid of disrupting your studies."
"Now that the exams are over, how do you think you did?"
"I think Peking University and Qinghua shouldn’t be too difficult, right?" As she spoke, she sized Chen Nan up and down, her eyes unable to conceal her joy: "You’ve grown so handsome, more and more handsome!"
"I truly regret meeting your Uncle Zhao. If I had met you in your current state a few years earlier, I would have definitely made you mine." She said, giving Chen Nan a flirtatious wink.
Chen Nan’s face turned red. He hadn’t expected that after two years, Wang Shuyao’s personality had become so open, catching him completely off guard.
"Auntie, isn’t Uncle Zhao at home?" Chen Nan asked, trying to change the subject with a blushing face.
"Your Uncle Zhao went to the company." Wang Shuyao said, then picked up her cellphone and dialed her husband’s number. Once the call connected, she couldn’t hide her joy: "Husband, come back home, Chen Nan is visiting us."
"Also, when you come back, could you go to the supermarket and buy some dishes that Chen Nan loves? I’ll cook at noon, and you two can have a good time together."
Watching Wang Shuyao so enthusiastic about his visit, Chen Nan felt bittersweet because their relationship had already changed, irrecoverable to what it had been before.
Just then,
A baby’s cry suddenly came from the bedroom on the first floor.
Wang Shuyao hung up the phone, turned to Chen Nan with a laugh, her face full of tenderness: "You still don’t know that you’ve become a brother, do you?"
