Eventually, Burning Heaven withdrew the restraint it had placed on Zhao Youqian and watched the brothers tear into each other with great interest.
Mu Nujiao also understood why Zhao Youqian had staged this little show of "brotherly affection."
It turned out that old man Zhao favored Zhao Manyan. Zhao Youqian had poured his heart and soul into the family, yet their father had left the position of family head to Zhao Manyan, a spoiled rich kid who had spent the past twenty years doing nothing but spending money, chasing women, and acting like a reckless brat.
Honestly, from Zhao Youqian's perspective, it really was unfair. It would have been a lie to say he felt no resentment.
But Zhao Youqian had let anger cloud his judgment. With that pig brain of his, Zhao Manyan simply wasn't cut out to inherit the family business...
Leaving aside whether there was more to the story, Zhao Manyan's temperament alone made it obvious that he would never fight Zhao Youqian over the inheritance.
Even if he did, once old man Zhao kicked the bucket, Zhao Youqian could pull a few strings and have Zhao Manyan dancing in the palm of his hand.
All anyone could say was that these two really were brothers. One had put all his talent into chasing women and fucking, while the other had put all his intelligence into business and making money...
"You humans are fascinating," Burning Heaven said.
"Indeed." Mu Nujiao offered no further comment.
"Will you run into something like this too?" Burning Heaven asked her.
"Probably not. No single person holds all the authority in our Mu Clan. Power is more dispersed, and several heirs usually govern together." Mu Nujiao shook her head.
The Mu Clan's internal power structure leaned toward a council system. In