Zhao Zhongtian’s words were straightforward: Could Zhao Hai’s death be due to offending someone? Since he knew Zhao Hai’s style so well, it was highly possible that it was an enemy of the Zhao Family who acted against Zhao Hai, and this was very suspicious.

"Speaking of enemies, the Zhao Family stands in the business world, naturally having quite a few rivals and foes, but to the extent of murder, that’s unlikely. My son’s trip was to expand business; deceit in the business world is unavoidable, but no one would dare to provoke the Zhao Family by committing such a heinous crime," Zhao Feipeng said softly.

"Given the Zhao Family’s prestige, there are indeed very few who would attempt to provoke us," Zhao Zhongtian said solemnly. "Let alone resort to murder. It seems this matter needs thorough investigation; only with results can we make judgments—blind suspicion is of no use."

"Brother, what do you think about this?" Zhao Feipeng asked strangely.

"No matter from which perspective you look at it, killing someone from the Zhao Family is to make an enemy of the entire Zhao Family. We must find the murderer, and we must not show any mercy," Zhao Zhongtian said, full of anger.

"Yes, challenging the Zhao Family will undoubtedly come at a painful price; no one is an exception," Zhao Feipeng said angrily.

"By the way, Brother, what are the investigation results?" Zhao Zhongtian asked with piercing eyes, filled with sorrow: "How exactly did nephew Zhao Hai die?"

"There’s clear evidence showing he was murdered," Zhao Feipeng did not hide, stating with resentment. "The murderer is still at large. This is an insult to the Zhao Family—an insult indeed. If we can’t bring the murderer to justice, where is the Zhao Family’s face?"

"My poor nephew, always so prudent in his actions, how could he encounter such a fate? The heavens are blind!" Zhao Zhongtian lamented, overwhelmed with sorrow at Zhao Hai’s murder and the killer still being at large.

Zhao Feipeng and Zhao Zhongtian, the two brothers, talked cordially for quite a while.

"Brother, take care of your health; don’t be too grief-stricken. If you wear out your body, it would be a loss for the entire Zhao Family. The Zhao Family has already lost Zhao Hai; if we lose you too, it would truly be the end for the Zhao Family. You must take care," Zhao Zhongtian said sincerely. "I’ll head back now and not disturb you any longer."

"Take care, little brother," Zhao Feipeng said earnestly. "I will certainly take care of myself, so you needn’t worry."

Zhao Zhongtian bid farewell to Zhao Feipeng and walked out. The moment he closed the door, his expression turned cold and he muttered to himself, "Brother, my good brother, you’ve always suppressed me, never giving me a chance to rise, and now your heart aches, doesn’t it? Guess who is next after Zhao Hai?"

Zhao Feipeng’s expression also changed, his sharp gaze fixed on the direction Zhao Zhongtian left, saying fiercely, "Little brother, you snake with honeyed words, just be glad that my son’s death has nothing to do with you, otherwise, don’t blame me for disregarding brotherly ties. When the time comes, I’ll make sure you pay tenfold, a hundredfold."

The two brothers, when face to face, seemed to talk freely without any suspicion or concern.

Yet once apart, their true selves emerged; in fact, their real faces were not what they appeared to be.

Zhao Feipeng had a reason to suspect his brother. Considering who stood to gain the most, Zhao Zhongtian’s suspicion was significant, a problem he couldn’t ignore.

...

Jian Tao and Yu Weidong encountered Zhao Zhongtian just as he was leaving.

"Uncle," Jian Tao greeted politely.

"Ah, Jian Tao, here to see your father? You should come visit more. Brother had only one son, and now he has been forced to bury his child, leaving behind Jian Tao and that poor granddaughter, Xixi. It’s truly tragic." Zhao Zhongtian, expressing concern, said sadly, "Jian Tao, you must be strong. If Zhao Hai’s spirit looks down from above, he wouldn’t want to see you like this. You must take good care of Xixi; that’s what’s most important right now."

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle. I will," Jian Tao replied with gratitude on his worn face.

"That’s good. You must tell yourself you won’t be conquered by any difficulties." Zhao Zhongtian encouraged him, then turned to Yu Weidong, saying, "I heard you were dealing with matters overseas, handling Zhao Hai’s murderer’s issue. How is the investigation going? Any progress?"

"We have pretty much confirmed the identity of the murderer, just waiting to capture him. But the murderer is not simple; bringing him down won’t be easy." Yu Weidong barely finished when Jian Tao interrupted, "Uncle, you just came from Father, didn’t you? How is he? He’s still waiting for us. Please take care; I’ll bring Xixi to visit you sometime."

"Hm, alright." Zhao Zhongtian nodded. "You should go then."

He did not hinder them; it seemed Yu Weidong really had discovered some things, and Jian Tao’s interruption had its reasons. He couldn’t help but think, "Jian Tao interrupted Yu Weidong’s words; could it be there is news he doesn’t want me to know? If that’s the case, is there news harmful to me? No, it can’t be. Zhao Hai’s death was done flawlessly, it’s impossible to implicate me."

He felt confident about it.

Though he couldn’t figure out what Yu Weidong had truly uncovered, there had to be breakthrough progress. Thinking this, he felt uneasy. After doing so much, he couldn’t allow it all to go to waste.

Actually, he was overthinking it. Yu Weidong was merely reporting truthfully, with no grievance against him. There was no reason for Yu Weidong not to share progress when asked.

The reason Jian Tao interrupted was because the suspect was Ye Fan. This issue was too significant, forcing her to ponder further. If dealing with Ye Fan, the fewer who knew, the better.

Such a small misunderstanding truly made Zhao Zhongtian overthink, because he was guilty at heart.

What kind of person was Zhao Zhongtian? In the Zhao Family and upper circles, everyone knew he was a spoiled second-generation rich kid, not someone one would easily suspect.

Jian Tao didn’t harbor any suspicion towards Zhao Zhongtian, nor did Yu Weidong.

Only Zhao Feipeng held suspicion towards everyone, having some doubt about Zhao Zhongtian.

But it was merely suspicion; Zhao Feipeng found no evidence pointing to Zhao Zhongtian.

Feeling weary with guilt, Zhao Zhongtian sensed something might be wrong. He couldn’t guarantee whether anyone below him had leaked crucial information, leading to an investigation.

But for absolute safety, he needed to confirm it.

Jian Tao never imagined that her unintended actions would alert the snake, causing the guilty-minded Zhao Zhongtian to stir. In this way, Zhao Zhongtian would ultimately reveal his flaws.