Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 962: Chapter 962: Tricks

He Da’s face was grim. This He Weng seemed impossible to sway, judging by his attitude today, it was clear they were going to bleed heavily.

"Zhuo Lin, what do you want? I can relay your demands. After all, it’s better to resolve animosity than to deepen it. You and Zhuo Tang are uncle and nephew, that’s something that’ll never change in a lifetime. Why bring yourself unhappiness?"

Zhuo Lin shouted angrily, "Zhuo Tang is my uncle? I don’t have an uncle like him. You want reconciliation? Fine! I can ask my friends to drop the matter, but I demand Zhuo Tang give me an explanation. Who stole the files from the computer in my room? If he doesn’t clear my name, I would rather die than compromise. Also, my mother’s ashes must be placed in the Zhuo Family’s ancestral tomb; she must be buried alongside my father.

This is her right. I don’t need the inheritance! But my parents’ belongings must be returned to me."

These were the things he had been pleading with Zhuo Tang about for so long now, things Zhuo Tang had continually refused.

He only wanted an explanation, a reasonable justification.

He Da’s expression softened. This seemed easy to resolve.

Compared with ten billion, these grudges within wealthy families weren’t significant.

When He Da discussed this with Zhuo Tang, Zhuo Tang flew into a rage.

"That bastard! His education was funded by us, everything he ate and drank came from us, and now he dares accuse the family? His mother not being allowed into the ancestral tomb wasn’t my decision, it was the old man’s. What does this have to do with me? That bastard, son of a bitch, doesn’t even consider that without the Zhuo Family, he would’ve starved to death long ago. Ungrateful dog, just like his mother, that cheap wench. Tell him—there’s no chance!"

He Da frowned. Zhuo Tang’s arrogance was backed by his family background and wealth, but truth be told, Zhuo Tang’s character wasn’t commendable. Zhuo Tang’s son hadn’t done anything particularly suspect either—he was as conniving as his father. Such disgraceful deeds were entirely within their capability.

He Da sneered coldly to himself. Acting all high and mighty at this time, putting on airs in front of everyone—does he even know who he truly is? Everyone knows each other’s dirty laundry.

But when you live on someone else’s terms, you naturally have to pretend ignorance.

"Old Zhuo, you can argue with anyone, but don’t argue with money. These three demands seem doable to me. Agree to them, and this matter will be settled. The kid’s just holding on to a grudge. Why keep quibbling with him?"

He Da had already laid out the ladder—it was up to Zhuo Tang whether he wanted to climb down.

Zhuo Tang said nothing.

The bitterness in his heart was something no one could understand.

If the matter were that simple, he wouldn’t hesitate to agree.

But of the three demands, aside from the first one, which he could force his son to admit, the other two were entirely beyond his control.

His role in this whole affair had been thoroughly dishonorable.

In the old man’s safe still lay a falsified paternity test and intimate photos of Zhuo Lin’s mother with another man.

It was precisely these items that convinced the old man that Zhuo Lin’s mother had cheated on his son.

This was what prompted the old man to decisively expel Zhuo Lin from the family and strip him of his inheritance rights.

Now, if Zhuo Lin’s mother were to be buried in the ancestral tomb alongside Zhuo Lin’s father, how could he concoct a new excuse to persuade the old man?

The difficulty of that would be akin to fighting a war.

And it would require overturning everything he had claimed before.

Everything he had painstakingly engineered was to monopolize the family fortune—really, if he’d only known this was coming, he never would’ve started this in the first place.

If he’d known he’d run into Zhuo Lin at the restaurant today and that his rash moment would lead to such big trouble, he wouldn’t have come here under any circumstances.

It was truly goddamned bad luck.

He might as well just blatantly refuse to acknowledge this matter.

Without anything in writing, who could do anything to him? At worst, he’d just endure some gossip behind his back.

The worst punishment would be a scolding from the old man.

But now, with the old man only having him as a son, what could he really do? Surely not expel him from the family too?

He absolutely didn’t believe that.

"Old He, go tell that little bastard that I’ll make his brother apologize to him, help clear his name from the cheating scandal at school, and even give him some money so he can settle down and live comfortably. But as for the other demands—he shouldn’t even think about them."

This was his final gamble.

If Zhuo Lin didn’t agree, Zhuo Tang was already prepared to sacrifice his reputation entirely.

To flat-out deny everything.

He Da hadn’t even taken two steps forward.

Suddenly, a large group of people stormed into the restaurant.

Without a word, everyone was surrounded.

Blinding flashes from cameras filled the room, continuously firing from every direction. Reporters wielding microphones, cameras, and video equipment closed in on them.

"Mr. Zhuo! Is it true that you spent ten billion to make someone leave? Is this accurate?"

"Mr. Zhuo, given this, can we anticipate that Zhuo Corporation’s performance this year will exceed ten billion in profits? Should we predict an increase in Zhuo Corporation’s stock prices this year?"

"Mr. Zhuo, does your father know about what you’ve done? Has he been informed?"

"Mr. Zhuo, will your father cut ties with you over this matter?"

Zhuo Tang’s face was ashen. These reporters were relentless. His hope of keeping this incident under wraps was now impossible.

"Mr. Zhuo, your nephew claims you spent ten billion to make him leave the restaurant. Does this imply compensation for the earlier loss of his inheritance rights?"

"Mr. Zhuo, seeing your uncle spend ten billion on having a meal here, how does that make you feel?"

"We’ve heard you were expelled from school for cheating—is there any truth to this, or is there more to the story?"

"It’s also said your mother passed away because of this—is that true?"

Zhuo Lin found himself cornered by the barrage of questions, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

None of these questions had answers he could provide—not if he wanted to clear his name.

He Weng and Yu Feixue had never anticipated the arrival of reporters.

Of course, they couldn’t have known that one of the tables that had left earlier was filled with entertainment journalists who wouldn’t miss the chance to notify the industry of such explosive news. noveldrama

"Sir and Madam, are you two friends of Mr. Zhuo? If you are, how do you perceive the matter of spending ten billion on a single meal?"

He Weng and Yu Feixue smirked faintly.

Could they admit that they had schemed this together to trap him?

Ridiculous!

Since the other side had refused reconciliation earlier, then ten billion it was!

Although He Weng believed animosity should be resolved rather than deepened, the other side clearly didn’t appreciate the sentiment.

"This matter..."

"This matter is a misunderstanding. Zhuo Lin is my nephew; we were just joking around. Isn’t that right, Zhuo Lin?"

Zhuo Tang couldn’t let the media stir up trouble any further—if tomorrow his ten-billion-dollar meal caused the stock price to plummet, his shares would be stripped away immediately.