A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Kid, want to chat with this old man for a bit?"

Upon arriving at the garden, Old Man Ding turned his head and looked at Gu Feng.

"Okay." Gu Feng nodded and sat down on the stone chair opposite Old Man Ding. These past few days at the Ding family's house, it seemed that his only tasks were to keep them company and sleep with them; there was nothing else to do.

"My second son is gone. Knowing his nature, he'll probably never come back. I'll just pretend I never had him." Old Ding sighed deeply, his voice filled with an indescribable weariness.

"Grandpa, when you decided to divide this family property, didn't you foresee this outcome?" Gu Feng didn't mince words.

Old Ding was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Since you expected this, why bother getting upset now?" Gu Feng said this lightly, after all, it was none of his business, so he could talk without feeling any pain.

"It's one thing to anticipate it, but it's another when it actually happens. It's still hard to get over this mental hurdle." There was an unconcealable sense of desolation in Old Ding's voice.

"I can't fully understand this feeling, but I can at least somewhat comprehend it." Gu Feng also sighed, as if he were mourning with him.

"Alas, what a misfortune for our family," Old Man Ding sighed again.

"Grandpa, let's not talk about this anymore." Gu Feng knew that continuing this topic would only make things worse, so he looked up at the sky and chuckled to change the subject, "Look, the weather is nice today."

Old Ding followed his gaze and looked up. The sky was overcast with dark clouds, the surroundings were gloomy, and the wind whipped at their faces—it looked like a downpour was imminent. If this was good weather, then there would be no good weather at all. Old Ding smiled wryly: "Young man, at a time like this, is there any need to hide anything? Before, you were worried about this and that, and wouldn't tell me the truth. Now that I've settled things, what can't I say openly?"

"So... you already knew?" Gu Feng sensed the hidden meaning in his words.

"It's not too early. Do you remember that morning when your Uncle Ding and the advisor had someone test your skills, and then you promised to protect Han'er?" Old Man Ding asked rhetorically.

"Grandpa, I'm not seventy or eighty years old. It hasn't been that long. How could I not remember?" Gu Feng smiled.

"Do you remember that morning when we talked?"

Gu Feng nodded.

"It was from that day on. What you said touched a nerve. After that, I had people secretly investigate," Old Man Ding said.

"Oh?" Gu Feng sat up slightly. "If you feel you can face this calmly now, you might as well tell me in detail."

"Even if I, Ding Yi, have seen my share of storms in my life, I can't remain calm about this kind of thing." A bitter look appeared on Old Man Ding's face, but his eyes remained relatively calm. "But it's no big deal to talk about it. Anyway, what shouldn't have happened has already happened, and now this matter has finally come to an end."

He paused, his voice softening further: "From what you said that day, I finally understood that I didn't have acute liver disease, but chronic food poisoning. But I've been living abroad and only just returned. There's no way I could have contracted this chronic poisoning in China. That means the person who wanted to harm me is in France, and most likely someone very close to me. After all, I have people taking care of my meals and daily life."

"I started by investigating my seven chefs in France, one by one, in secret. But after investigating for a while, I found nothing. Those chefs were honest and upright, with some minor flaws in private, such as gambling a little and occasionally visiting prostitutes, but they didn't commit any major crimes. They didn't use drugs, didn't break the law, had simple social lives, and didn't have any enemies."

"Since there was no progress on this front, I changed my approach and started with the 'pigeons' you mentioned the other day. It turned out that the pigeons I was eating weren't from France; they were all air-freighted from Taiwan. And these pigeons were all personally selected by my personal secretary. It's her job to oversee my diet and daily life, so there's nothing wrong with that. But the strange thing is, the further I investigated, the more frequently my second son's name appeared in the investigation."

"Every time my personal secretary goes to Taiwan to make purchases, my second son goes with her. Moreover, there's some ambiguous relationship between him and that secretary. Based on that alone, I didn't think much of it at first. After all, what kind of young man doesn't have some scandals and wild affairs? Everyone has their share of messy things when they're young. Besides, my secretaries are all really beautiful, and my second son has taken a liking to them, so it's like... the good stuff didn't go to outsiders."

Hearing the last sentence, Gu Feng's face flushed slightly, and a chill ran through him. The old man's words sounded like a warning to him. In ancient times, having multiple wives and concubines was perfectly normal, but in this world, neither morality nor law recognized such things.

However, he didn't interrupt and remained a quiet listener. He felt that the old man was holding back and had something he needed to say.

"But then something happened that made me suspicious of the second brother. When I decided to transfer a large sum of money back to your Uncle Ding's business, intending to launder the money, someone told me that the second brother was strongly against it. Although the money was eventually transferred back, this incident made me more cautious. Fathers and sons become enemies, and brothers turn against each other, mostly because of money. So when he came back this time, I secretly had someone follow him. I kept a close eye on who he met, what he did, and every move he made."

"But no matter how I investigated, the second son's behavior seemed normal, except for one thing that struck me as odd. We clearly have computers at home, both desktops and laptops, and the internet cable is properly installed, but after he comes back, he insists on sneaking off to an internet cafe to use the internet."

"Although it was later confirmed that he had only been there once, I still felt something was off. So I simply spent a sum of money to take over that internet cafe, and then hired a computer expert to crack the data on his computer. It took a lot of manpower and resources, but we finally managed to recover his chat history from that day. When those records were placed in front of me, I really refused to believe that my second brother could do such a thing. It was him who hired someone to mess with Han Yaya. Unfortunately, at the time I didn't figure out what his 'Plan B' in the chat history was, and as a result, the shooting happened later. This second brother, to achieve his goal, he will use any insidious means."

At this point, Old Man Ding's face was filled with rage, and a cold, murderous intent even flashed in his eyes. That look sent chills down Gu Feng's spine.

Old Ding waited a while, but Gu Feng didn't respond. He looked up and saw the young man staring at him timidly, his gaze shifting as if he were afraid of something. Old Ding thought for a moment, then his face darkened: "Kid, are you making things up about me? Do you suspect I tampered with the second son's chartered plane?"

"No!" Gu Feng was startled and quickly shook his head. In his heart, however, he thought to himself, "The old man has a really sharp eye."

"Hmph, if you really think that way, you're sorely mistaken. In the business world, I, Ding Yi, am a notorious old fox, cunning and ruthless, the strong preying on the weak, using the most underhanded methods possible. But I could never bring myself to lay a hand on my own son, no matter how unjustly that bastard has treated us." Old Man Ding's anger remained unabated.

Even beasts love their cubs; even tigers don't eat their own. This saying is absolutely true. Ding Lizhi committed such a heinous and immoral act, yet Old Man Ding not only spared his life but also gave him a share of the family business.

But could this be like raising a tiger that will eventually turn on you? Gu Feng wondered.

"Let bygones be bygones. Since you've already decided to let him live, why hold a grudge?" Gu Feng advised gently.

"Alas, family scandals should not be aired in public. I would rather die than mention such a shameful thing to outsiders," Old Man Ding sighed deeply.

"So you're going to confront me like this?" Gu Feng almost blurted out. But seeing the old man's low spirits, he held back.

"Gu Feng, this is the only thing I can tell you about this. You have to promise me you won't tell anyone, especially not Hanhan."

"Of course. I'm not a gossip. If I couldn't control my mouth, I would have said it already." Gu Feng's tone was calm, but his words were firm.