Did Feng Jun hate this second uncle? Not really. He had seen far too many people like him—meticulous egoists.
In the end, Feng Jun had wanted that figure back then and had thought they were relatives. Then he understood: if you didn't consider me family, then I was the one who overstepped by trying to claim kinship. But from then on, don't expect me to treat you as family either.
There was a little aftermath as well. He had stopped following up on that order, largely because of this second uncle—he had been the general manager's assistant at the time. Since the man already disliked him, wouldn't continuing to pursue the order just be asking for humiliation?
He had long since turned the page on that matter, but seeing the man still put him in a bad mood.
Still, since he had come back, he naturally did not want to make things difficult for his parents. So this matter... he would keep turning the page. After all, his parents' friendships were theirs, and his friendships were his own.
Honestly, if he truly held grudges, then for someone like Second Uncle, all he had to do was let word slip, and plenty of people would be willing to deal with him—most of those who understood Feng Jun's capabilities now wanted to curry favor with him but had no way to do so.
They were no longer relatives, but they did not have to become enemies either. It was fine to simply pass each other by... Years did not wait, and time flowed like water.
Of course, if the old man wanted to look after Second Uncle, Feng Jun would let him. He would not stop him.
So he merely smiled faintly, too lazy even to say, "I don't hold a grudge."