Lu Chen looked at him and could not help asking curiously, "Zhao Wanliang, what exactly is your attitude toward your grandfather? Do you both love and hate him?"
"None of your damn business!"
Lu Chen nodded. "It really has nothing to do with me. If it did, would you even have had the chance to kill yourself?"
He gave a vicious grin, then returned to normal. "Let me tell you the truth. If Zhao Wuya hadn't offered me a secret I was interested in before he died, in exchange, I would have slaughtered you long ago."
"What secret?!"
"None of your damn business!"
Lu Chen sat back down. "You did not have much of your lifespan left anyway. I had thought I could simply let you die a natural death, but I never expected you to be ruthless enough to kill yourself rather than let me smoothly rise to a great clan. But I am curious—if you wanted to preserve the Zhao family's status as a great clan, why not just kill Zhao Jiutang directly? That way, would I not have no choice but to break the temples of the Wu family and the Qin family?
"Your Zhao family would still remain among the four great clans."
Zhao Wanliang sneered. "At this point, even if the Zhao family remained a great clan, what difference would there be between that and existing in name only? Let me tell you plainly, Lu Chen—I want to make sure you can never rise to a great clan for the rest of your life, unless you go break the Sun family's temple.
"But if you really do that?
"Then I am very curious what your relationship with Sun Yourong will become.
"You should become like fire and water, shouldn't you?
"From then on, all ties