Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Master Tan glanced at him, his eyelids drooping, and took a sip of tea.

"Take it away." Master Tan's tone was laced with disdain. "This thing of yours is only a few decades old. At best, it's a replica from the late Republic of China period. I'm not even that old, and you dare call it an antique?"

Fu Huanian's smile froze.

"impossible."

Fu Huanian panicked, "That's absolutely impossible. This is something my father has always kept as his most prized possession. He said it's an official kiln piece from the Song Dynasty."

"If you don't believe me, take it to the antique market to have it appraised yourself." Master Tan put down his teacup and waved his hand impatiently. "Nobody would even pick this up if you threw it on the street. It's worthless. Old Gu, I have something to do, I'm leaving now."

Master Tan stood up.

He left without looking back.

Fu Huanian was dumbfounded. "Qingping, I brought it over to show you last time. At that time, Ninth Master said it was real, and he even received a bowl that was not cheap."

"How could this happen?" Fu Huanian muttered to himself, his eyes bloodshot.

Gu Qingping handed him a cigarette.

"Huanian, don't be too hasty. The antique business is murky; the old man might have been fooled back then," Gu Qingping added, trying to embolden him. "But don't blame me for being nosy. Did something go wrong somewhere?"

"What's wrong?" Fu Huanian looked up.

Gu Qingping sat down next to him.

Does your younger brother know where your family keeps the antiques?

Fu Huanian was stunned for a moment.

"Of course he knows! How could he not know? That cabinet is in my parents' room."

Gu Qingping exhaled a smoke ring and looked at him meaningfully.

"That's right. You just said on the phone that your brother is going to invest and has insider channels to make money, right?"

Although he keeps saying he's rich, do you think he'd complain about having too much money? When it comes to pooling up capital, the more the better. Besides, you're brothers, and there's family stuff..."

Gu Qingping didn't finish his sentence.

Half of it was left.

Fu Huanian shuddered.

All the clues in my mind connected.

Fu Qingnian went home a couple of days ago.

When he left, he also took a black travel bag.

When asked what he was carrying, he vaguely said it was old clothes.

"Fu Lao Er, I'll curse your ancestors!" Fu Huanian gritted his teeth and growled, "That bastard. He stole the real stuff and sold it, then swapped it for junk to fool the old man."

"No, I'm the eldest son in the family. He deliberately stole my things."

His anger surged to the top of his head.

Fu Huanian rushed out.

"I'll go back and chop him up."

"Hey, what's the rush?" Gu Qingping grabbed him. "What are you going to say when you get back without any proof? The second son definitely won't admit it. You need to take this junk with you as evidence. Then you can throw it in front of your dad and see if he believes you or him!"

"If you believe him, it only shows that your parents are biased. Your future days will be...tsk tsk tsk...sad."

Fu Huanian was breathing heavily.

"I'll take it back. Let's see how he tries to argue."

Fu Huanian roughly stuffed all the wooden boxes into the canvas bag.

Without saying a word, he slammed the door open and strode out.

Gu Qingping stood by the window, watching Fu Huanian's figure disappear around the street corner.

A young man with a crew cut came out from the inner room.

"Brother Gu, everything has been changed. Would you like to move to another place?"

Gu Qingping gave a cold laugh.

"Deliver it discreetly to the place designated by Ninth Master. He said he only introduces people to buy it, so don't forget to leave him a fee."

"Okay, we'll follow the rules."

Fu Qingnian gave the first sum of money he raised to Yao Hong.

He heard that Yao Hong's brother-in-law had invested tens of millions of yuan, so he went home, sat on the sofa, and started calculating with a calculator.

The door was kicked open with a bang.

The door slammed against the wall, sending white dust scattering all over the floor.

Fu Huanian's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed in like a mad beast.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Qingnian was startled.

"You're still pretending with me, you bastard!" Fu Huanian grabbed Fu Qingnian by the collar and yanked him off the sofa. "Where did you put the real antiques in the house? Tell me!"

Fu Qingnian was being strangled so badly he could hardly breathe.

He tried desperately to pry Fu Huanian's hand off.

"What's wrong with you? What do you mean by real antiques or fake antiques? Let me go."

"Still not admitting it, huh?" Fu Huanian punched Fu Qingnian in the face.

Fu Qingnian screamed in agony as blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"What exactly was that bag of stuff you carried away when you came back the other day?" Fu Huanian pointed at his nose and yelled, "You sold all of the old man's real stuff and used this pile of decades-old junk to cover it up. Half of the family property belongs to me, and you want to take it all for yourself? Have you no shame?"

"You're shameless."

Fu Qingnian's mind went blank.

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't touch those antiques at all!" Fu Qingnian shouted. "I took my old clothes. Don't make false accusations."

"Did you touch the antiques in the house?"

"Who carries such a big bag of old clothes?" Fu Huanian pressed on, "I had it checked by someone who knows about this today."

These are all worthless counterfeits. Who else in the family, besides you who desperately needs money, would do something so despicable?

"Stop trying to smear me." Fu Qingnian trembled with anger. "I think you sold the real thing yourself and are trying to frame me with a fake. You gamble and drink, do you often take antiques from home out?"

Fu Qingnian knew that his elder brother was unreliable.

The two brothers had a falling out.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Mr. and Mrs. Fu were busy outside for a long time before they returned.

Upon entering the house, I saw my two sons wrestling.

Mr. Fu looked at the familiar wooden boxes on the ground, his face turning ashen.

"My family heirloom!" Mr. Fu's voice trembled. "Who destroyed my most precious possession?"

Fu Huanian shoved Fu Qingnian aside and pointed at the shards on the ground.

"Dad, your good son stole the real stuff and sold it for money a long time ago. He left us with worthless fakes to fool us."

Fu Qingnian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Dad, don't listen to his nonsense. He took the goods out to sell, got them switched, and came back to question us? That idiot of his must have been cheated by those lowlifes he knows."

Fu's mother separated the two.

"What exactly happened?"

Father Fu picked up a shard of porcelain, his hands trembling.

Just by looking at the fresh crack at the break, he knew that this was not the old object he had kept for half his life.

"It's all fake...it's all fake..." Mr. Fu's vision went black, and he almost fainted.

"Huanian, you...you tell me what happened. What were you going to do with the family's antiques outside?"

Instead of questioning Fu Qingnian, the elderly couple stared at Fu Huanian with distrustful eyes. This infuriated Fu Huanian, who was clearly the one who had stolen the genuine antique.

"Do you think I stole it?"

Old Fu's vision went black again and again. "I told you that the antiques in the house cannot be touched. Explain yourself."

"Let the second brother explain himself!" Fu Huanian roared excitedly. "I knew you guys were biased towards the second brother. He took the antique, but instead of blaming him, you're trying to pin the blame on me."

"Am I your biological son?"

After saying that, Fu Huanian rushed out.

"Boss, stop right there!" Father Fu tried to chase after him, but he couldn't catch up.