Chapter Six

Dong Zhenghao hesitated for a moment before following.

And just as Liu Mumu said, he only saw Qin Kai for the last time.

The door to the emergency room closed and then opened again. The doctor regretfully announced that the patient had died due to the bursting of wounds all over his body and excessive blood loss, and the rescue was unsuccessful.

At that moment, Dong Zhenghao stood outside the emergency room, listening to Madam Qin's cries, a chill running down his spine.

It wasn't until after five in the afternoon, when the Qin family had all arrived at the hospital, that Dong Zhenghao and Jiang Li, whom Madam Qin had called down to comfort her, wearily returned to their son's hospital room.

As the two walked to the door of the room, they heard Dong Qi's weak shout: "I'm telling you, stop pretending, and don't think you can take advantage of our family. All the money in our Dong family will be mine from now on. It has nothing to do with you good-for-nothings. You'll all be kicked out sooner or later!"

Dong Zhenghao and his wife remained expressionless, neither of them finding anything wrong with their son's words.

When the old woman was still alive, she had always told her precious grandson that everything in the Dong family would be his in the future, and everyone had tacitly agreed.

As the owner of the Dong family's assets, Dong Zhenghao naturally believed his son should inherit everything. His daughters would be given a dowry and married off; they certainly couldn't get their hands on the Dong family's money or companies.

Inside the hospital room, Dong Qi was still pointing at Liu Mumu and spouting nonsense.

The "good-for-nothings" he referred to not only included Liu Mumu, who had suddenly come to live with them, but also his full sister, Dong Yue.

He genuinely believed that his grandmother's words were correct. Raising Dong Yue and sending her to school was more than enough for her. After he inherited the family business, he could kick her out; this was his right as the eldest son of the Dong family.

Even Dong Yue, who had heard such words since childhood, found them repulsive. However, she never argued back, because in any fight with Dong Qi, she was always the one who ended up admitting fault.

Liu Mumu, however, was unwilling to indulge his bad habits. She rolled her eyes dramatically. "If I didn't know better, I'd think there was a throne to inherit. You're drunk on a few sips of cheap wine."

Dong Qi snorted, "Don't get cocky. I'll have my dad kick you out in a moment."

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. Your father definitely won't kick me out. As for you, you're already this old and still have no common sense. Have you been eating too many brain-damaging pills since you were little?

If your father dies, according to the law, after deducting the joint marital property, his inheritance will be equally divided among his spouse and children, which means me, your sister, you, and your mother. I guess with your intelligence, you probably haven't understood, so I'll tell you directly: your mother can get five-eighths of the Dong family's property, while you only get one-eighth. Dreaming of swallowing it all by yourself, huh?"

Liu Mumu seemed to be deliberately provoking him. She specifically looked up the Marriage Law on her phone and shoved the screen in his face.

She guessed that this little imbecile probably didn't know about another possibility for inheritance distribution: his father's will. As expected, Dong Qi exploded with anger and raised his hand to slap Liu Mumu's phone, but she deftly dodged.

Unable to out-argue Liu Mumu, he took out his anger on the silent Dong Yue, pointing at her and launching into a furious tirade: "Dong Yue, you slut, you're siding with an outsider against me. I'll tell Mom later to beat you. You shameless ￥%...&*"

Dong Qi's unfinished words were cut short by a pillow hitting his face.

Liu Mumu stood not far from his bedside, her eyes somewhat cold. She had truly overestimated the grandson Wang Guixiang had doted on like a treasure; he was just like her.

With her arms crossed, she continued to provoke Dong Qi: "Of course, there's another way of distribution. Life is unpredictable. You can break your leg today, but who knows if you'll break your neck tomorrow.

You have such an unlucky face; you probably won't even live to see the day you inherit your father's estate.

By then, the Dong family's money will be divided equally among us three women. Thinking about it, this division isn't so bad, don't you think?"

Jiang Li, who had specifically pulled Dong Zhenghao over, hoping to hear Liu Mumu say something unpleasant to provoke him, was starting to lose her composure.

She could talk about anything with Dong Zhenghao, but never about the Dong family's money.

Liu Mumu had indeed hit his sore spot precisely, but the problem was that she had included herself in it.

Jiang Li dared not let her continue speaking. With a grim expression, she pushed the door open and walked in. Her gaze swept directly to Liu Mumu, and she said unceremoniously, "You're thinking quite far ahead, aren't you? On your first day living in our home, you're already thinking about inheriting your father's estate."

After speaking, she deliberately turned to Dong Zhenghao: "Old Dong, you've really found yourself a good daughter."

To Jiang Li's disappointment, Dong Zhenghao did not fly into a rage. Instead, he reprimanded his son: "Alright, I could hear you arguing before I even came in. Dong Qi, Mumu and Xiao Yue are both your sisters. Watch your words from now on, and don't be so disrespectful."

"Dad, it was clearly them..." Dong Qi was so angry he was about to explode. He had never been treated so unfairly in his life.

"Xiao Qi is still young and doesn't understand," Jiang Li interjected.

"Isn't that right, a sixteen-year-old boy who doesn't understand," Liu Mumu said leisurely, under Jiang Li's murderous gaze. "He knows the family fortune will be his in the future, and he knows he'll kick his own sister out of the house later. But he's still young, it's not his fault. Dad, please don't take your brother's words to heart. Anyway, by the time he dares to kick you out of the house, it will probably be a long time from now, so you don't have to worry too much."

Liu Mumu had mastered the art of sarcasm. Jiang Li gritted her teeth in hatred, but she dared not do anything in front of Dong Zhenghao.

At first, Dong Zhenghao didn't think much of it; it was normal for boys to have tempers. But after Liu Mumu's words, he felt a little uncomfortable. Thinking about it carefully, his younger son's words and actions were indeed a bit excessive.

He then sternly ordered his younger son, "Dong Qi, apologize to your sister."

Dong Qi opened his mouth, wanting to say something to vent his emotions, but was stopped by his mother's fierce glare. The flesh on his face twitched, and he reluctantly squeezed out three words: "I was wrong."

Liu Mumu pouted and didn't respond.

Seeing this, Jiang Li slapped Dong Yue hard on the back: "Your brother has apologized to you, why are you still silent?"

Regarding Jiang Li's veiled insults, Liu Mumu raised an eyelid. "They say mothers are sharp-tongued, and daughters are dull-witted. Tsk tsk, it must be tough being Aunt Jiang's daughter."

Dong Zhenghao was probably seeing this kind of bickering for the first time. He watched with great interest, forgetting to take his wife's side.

Just as Jiang Li was about to lose her temper and tear her face, there was a knock on the door. She glared at Liu Mumu, walked to the door, and opened the closed room door.

As soon as the door opened, Jiang Li, who had been looking gloomy, suddenly broke into a radiant smile as if she had learned some magical face-changing technique. She said to the person outside the door, "Xiao Jia, weren't you traveling abroad recently? Why are you here?"

"I heard Xiao Qi was admitted to the hospital, so as his aunt, I had to come and see him in person. Don't you think so, brother-in-law?"

As she spoke, the owner of the voice walked in.

She was a beautiful woman with long, wavy hair, wearing a black dress and a set of sparkling ruby jewelry, making her quite eye-catching.

She looked somewhat like Jiang Li but was younger and, of course, more beautiful.

Jiang Jia walked in and, upon seeing the unexpected Liu Mumu, her meticulously shaped eyebrows shot up high. "I heard right after I returned to the country that brother-in-law found his lost daughter. This must be her, right? She's quite pretty, but she doesn't look like brother-in-law at all."

Jiang Li and her younger sister didn't have a particularly close relationship usually, but this time, since Jiang Jia was clearly there to support her, she was happy to watch the show from the sidelines.

Dong Zhenghao was quite polite to his younger aunt. Hearing her words, he simply replied, "She looks like her mother."

"Is that so?" Jiang Jia studied Liu Mumu for a long time. Her gaze shifted from a casual glance to a subtle disdain that only the parties involved could perceive.

"As soon as the talent was found, Xiao Qi broke his leg and ended up in the hospital. Brother-in-law, you really need to find someone to calculate if it's some kind of bad omen. Some people are born unlucky and tend to bring misfortune to the whole family." Jiang Jia withdrew her gaze and said dismissively.

It was better that she didn't say anything. The moment she did, Dong Zhenghao couldn't help but glance at Liu Mumu.

He didn't know if it was a bad omen, but he felt this daughter of his was indeed a bit strange.

If his son breaking his leg and going to the hospital was just an accident, then how did she know about Old Qin's death? Was it really just a casual remark?

In their circle, many people consulted fortune tellers, but he didn't believe them, always thinking those so-called masters were all frauds. However, after finding his eldest daughter, his worldview had been slightly cracked open.

"You know your brother-in-law doesn't believe in that," Jiang Li quickly interjected, seeing that Jiang Jia was speaking a bit too harshly. She was afraid Dong Zhenghao would be embarrassed.

"It's better to believe than not to believe. I'll have Old Zhan introduce you to a master who is very accurate with fortunes someday."

"We'll talk about it later," Dong Zhenghao mumbled in response.

Jiang Jia didn't stay long. First, she took out a thick red envelope and gave it to Dong Qi, who was lying in bed. Dong Qi grinned from ear to ear. Then, she took an invitation from her bag and handed it to Jiang Li.

"Old Zhan's 45th birthday is in a few days. You and brother-in-law must come and bring the children too." After speaking, she glanced at Liu Mumu again, "Bring this child along too, let her broaden her horizons."

From beginning to end, she never looked directly at Liu Mumu.

As Jiang Jia was about to leave, Dong Zhenghao and Jiang Li went to see her off. Dong Yue sidled up to Liu Mumu and whispered, "Auntie is always like this, don't be angry."

Compared to Liu Mumu, who had at least received a few glances, Dong Yue hadn't even gotten a look.

Liu Mumu pinched her chin, which had become a bit rounder recently. "I'm not angry."

She usually had a lot of tolerance for people who were about to face great misfortune. It was rare for her to see such a face with her palm-reading skills, so she needed to cherish it and look at it as much as she could.