Name: The Holy Son of the Energy Department Enters Handong

"Father, does Haoran really not have a kidney? Why did you hide this from me and do such a thing!"

Inside the Zhong Family Hall in Beijing.

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Xiaoai asked Zhong Zhengguo unwillingly, hoping her father would tell her that it was all a lie, a fabrication made up by her father to make Hou Liangping work harder.

"You made your own choice, so who can you blame?" Zhong Zhengguo thought to himself, coldly glancing at his daughter, Zhong Xiaoai.

He said in a calm tone, "Haoran has been brought back by me and is now recuperating in the hospital."

Isn't this what you wanted? Who are you trying to impress with that look on your face? Do you want Hou Liangping to go to jail?

You'd do anything for Hou Liangping, but you wouldn't do the same for yourself and your son.

Zhong Zhengguo spoke in a flat tone, his eyes behind his glasses were exceptionally indifferent, like a heartless, cold machine. Only he knew how much pain his heart was aching.

"Father, but why, Father!" Zhong Xiaoai stammered, unable to speak clearly.

Zhong Zhengguo slowly closed his eyes, no longer looking at Zhong Xiaoai.

"It's too late to say anything now, Haoran. You should take good care of him from now on. He hasn't received much fatherly or motherly love since he was little. You should give him more motherly love, otherwise his life may fall apart."

"Don't worry, Haoran is my grandson, I won't abandon him. He's only lost a kidney, I'll do everything I can to find a suitable one for him," Zhong Zhengguo continued calmly.

Zhong Xiaoai's eyes were already red, tears streaming down her face, and she was struggling to breathe.

She choked back tears softly, too embarrassed or afraid to cry out loud in front of her father; it was all her own choice.

"Alright, stop crying. Hurry up and go to the hospital to take care of your son. When he wakes up, make up some reason and tell him that it's for his treatment. But whatever you do, don't tell him it's about donating a kidney."

Otherwise, he might resent you for the rest of his life. As a parent, you don't want to be resented by your child for the rest of your life, do you? Zhong Zhengguo reminded her again in a low voice, after all, she was his daughter.

He wanted his daughter to have someone to take care of her in the future, which is why he helped Hou Liangping.

However, it now seems that Hou Liangping is not a suitable candidate.

He wanted to have more backup plans and seek more people to take care of Zhong Xiaoai after his death.

Otherwise, relying solely on Hou Liangping would likely lead to his downfall; it's best to cut ties with him sooner rather than later.

Cutting is easy, but removing the branding mark is difficult.

Once he was Zhong Zhengguo's son-in-law, he would be Zhong Zhengguo's son-in-law for life.

The severance was merely to minimize the impact, so that if Hou Liangping caused more trouble in the future, Zhong Zhengguo could reduce his responsibility.

Zhong Zhengguo left, leaving his daughter alone in the living room crying.

A person walked out of the living room and came outside. Looking at the bright moonlight in the sky, his mind was filled with long-term plans.

When he first entered the gaming industry, Chung Cheng-kuo had imagined that he might end up where he is today, but he never expected that he would actually make it this far.

Everything happened so suddenly; just as he was about to make progress, he was dealt a heavy blow.

This not only destroyed everything he had, but also threatened to shake the foundation of the Zhong family.

As Zhong Zhengguo was walking, his phone suddenly rang.

I was going to hang up right away, wondering who would dare to call me so late at night.

Don't you know he's going through a tough time right now?

But when he picked up the phone and saw the list of contacts, he was instantly stunned.

The person who called him was his own father, Old Master Zhong, who was the only remaining pillar of the Zhong family and its current backbone.

In a split second, Zhong Zhengguo answered his father's call: "Hey, Dad, what's up? Calling me so late, is there some work-related matter? Just tell me, I'll do it exactly as you say, and no one can stop me!"

Chung Cheng-kuo said in a kind tone, with a bright smile on his face.

The strength of the Zhong family lies here. According to the doctor, his father's organs are all in exceptional condition and he can last at least 5 years. If he takes good care of himself, 10 years is not impossible.

Not to mention that it's been 5 years, there aren't many people of his generation who can compare to Grandpa Zhong.

In another five years, everyone will be a junior in his eyes, and everyone will give him face.

This is the last remaining legacy of the Zhong family, sir.

Despite the Chung family's current setbacks, and even though Chung Cheng-kuo is still at the ministerial level.

But he didn't panic at all, because his father was still alive and could change the game at the crucial moment.

The Zhong family just needs to play it safe and wait for things to develop.

There's always a chance to succeed if you're alive.

Thinking of this, Zhong Zhengguo's previously listless spirits perked up.

His pupils sparkled with a bright and lively light.

"You must be Zhong Zhengguo. I am Mr. Zhong's secretary. Mr. Zhong has suddenly fallen seriously ill and has been hospitalized!"

"The medical staff said that his time is running out, and you should come over as soon as possible!" said the old master's personal secretary in a hoarse voice. The sudden change in the old master's life was not a good thing for him as the secretary.

If the mountain he relied on collapses, his development and progress will slow down.

"What?!" Zhong Zhengguo's pupils widened instantly upon hearing this, and he roared in disbelief.

"How is this possible? The doctor said my father's health was such that he could last at least 5 more years, maybe even 10 more if things went well. What on earth happened?!"

How could he suddenly fall ill with such a serious illness? He doesn't have much time left!

Zhong Zhengguo's eyes widened, unwilling to believe the information conveyed over the phone.

"Secretary Zhong, please don't get agitated. It's just the truth. I'm in... ward 106 of the hospital."

Please come quickly!

The voice of Mr. Zhong's secretary came through the phone again.

Zhong Zhengguo's steps trembled slightly.

He almost fell to the ground.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there!!"

Zhong Zhengguo nodded repeatedly and hung up the phone. He immediately called his driver and headed to Old Master Zhong's hospital room.

"What exactly happened? Isn't the old man in good health? He's been getting regular checkups. Could it be that a quack doctor is lying to me?!"

"Damn it, damn it, how could such a sudden change happen? Old Master, you must hold on! The future of the Zhong family depends entirely on you!"

Zhong Zhengguo was extremely anxious. This sudden change in Old Master Zhong's situation had disrupted all his plans.

He originally wanted the Zhong family to play it safe and wait for the old man to reach his peak before turning the tide.

But now the old man is about to pass away.

The plan became a joke, and the rise of the Zhong family became an impossible fantasy.

"Could it be that the old man put out a smokescreen, and all of this is fake?!" Zhong Zhengguo thought wishfully.