I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 99: The Uncle’s Lifetime of Sorrow

Even if Xianglan disagreed, he should have secretly stayed.

But then he slapped himself in the face.

How could he think like that?

If he had accepted the money, his Qingyubao would have even less confidence in front of her in-laws.

Qiao Zhicai wiped his face, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, calming his emotions before he walked towards the hospital room. By the time he reached Qiao Zhiyuan, he had completely calmed down.

The old saying goes, "When the car reaches the mountain, a path will be found; God does not starve helpless birds," he didn’t believe that heaven would leave him with no way out.

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Wu Tai had just disembarked from the plane and went straight to the Wu Family estate without any delay.

Most of the elderly members of the Wu Family lived there, except for some young people who had set up their own households in other cities.

Therefore, the estate of the Wu Family was still lively. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Standing at the grand entrance of the estate, not far away on the lawn, his father, almost eighty, sat under a sun umbrella with his new mistress, drinking wine.

Did his father know about his mother abandoning his cousin back then?

But whether he knew or not, his father was a man who just enjoyed pursuing pleasure, cold and heartless.

Although his mother was to blame for her own faults, as a husband, he never visited her in the hospital even once.

He had a bunch of illegitimate sons and daughters, he had three concubines, and now he had several more mistresses by his side.

If polygamy were allowed in this country, he probably would have married a few more by now.

His uncle had lived a life of hardship. He had to revive the Wu Family and support these parasites; he also had to find his own daughter, while those directly or indirectly responsible for his uncle’s miserable life, were dancing and drinking wine, truly enjoying a carefree life.

Wu Tai stepped briskly towards the lawn.

His face flushed red, he kicked over the tea table in front of his father, and the wine glass filled with wine shattered everywhere, the mistresses’ faces paled as they screamed and hopped away from the chaotic scene.

Wu Tai glared fiercely at his own biological father, whom he hadn’t spoken properly to in over a decade.

Wu Xiujie’s face turned pale, supported by his two mistresses, he angrily scolded with a livid face, "You beast, you unfilial son, how long has it been since you came home, and you come back only to create this madness?"

Wu Tai glanced at him darkly, clenched his hand by his side, then said nothing and turned to leave.

He had no affection for this father; if he had been involved, he definitely would have left him destitute on the streets.

And those numerous illegitimate children, he intended to reduce them back to their true status.

Wu Tai turned and went straight to the hospital, which was the best hospital in the country. His uncle was receiving treatment here, and after years of exhausting effort, he looked even older and more frail than his father.

When Wu Tai arrived at the hospital, Wu Xiucai had just taken his medication and fallen asleep; his uncle’s fourth cousin briefly and succinctly explained the medical situation to Wu Tai.

The people beside his uncle were all loyal to him.

Especially this fourth cousin.

He had once envied him and even thought of several ways to drive him away from his uncle’s side, it would be better if only he remained close to his uncle, but now he was incredibly relieved that he had not done so.

The fourth cousin’s voice was heavy, "Brother Six, uncle’s health is getting worse, and he must not be stressed. If there is any bad news from the company, let’s not tell him for now; we can talk about it once his condition stabilizes..."

Wu Tai opened his mouth slightly and sat on the chair beside him with a somber expression, unable to speak under the circumstances.

Moments later, he stood up and said in a low voice, "Little uncle, thank you for your hard work here. I have some matters to attend to, I’ll come back tomorrow."

Subsequently, Wu Tai began to search for the maids who had served his mother back in the day.

Then, this news quickly came to the attention of his older half-brother Wu Peng.

Soon after, Wu Peng hurried to the Wu Family estate.

His gaze swept the scene in the hall with a hint of irony.

What a father they had—still vigorous and flirtatious despite his old age!

Over seventy years old, yet his hair was still slick and black, and his body robust. All the women around hadn’t drained his vitality—it was nothing short of a miracle.

In contrast, their little uncle Wu Xiucai, who was several years younger than their father, had gray hair and appeared gaunt.

Despite controlling a wealth rivaling that of nations, what of it? He was now nothing more than a lonely man, making the possession of top-tier global wealth also quite pitiable for their little uncle.

Yet, the little uncle was ruthless enough.

These people had served him diligently for many years, from a teenager to now a grandfather.

He still couldn’t penetrate the upper echelons of Wulong Group.

He was merely struggling to get by in a small company.

It was the same with the other members of the Wu Family; these were the small companies left by the old patriarch, which the little uncle managed for a few years before leaving them to fend for themselves.

Today, Wulong Group, ranked third globally, had only Wu Tai and a few relatives from the little aunt’s family in its top management.

None from the Wu Family were included.

Therefore, although Wulong Group carries the Wu surname, it genuinely had little to do with their family—it was truly owned by the little uncle alone.

At the initial implementation of the shareholding system, he had owned 90% of the shares since he was a child.

Although this wasn’t advantageous for a corporation’s development, the little uncle seemed like a child prodigy in attracting wealth: wherever he stood, whatever he touched turned into gold and silver mountains. Thus even 10% of the shares were fiercely contested, and Wulong Group never lacked investors or funds.

Naturally, it was never constrained by anyone.

So, the little uncle’s wealth could go to whoever he wished, managed however he liked, beyond anyone else’s control.

He waved his hand to summon the butler standing next to his father and spoke softly to him to drive all those women away; he needed to have a word alone with his father.

From a distance, the old master Wu Xiujie frowned, displeased by his unseasonable eldest son disturbing his pleasure, yet by the looks of it, he seemed to have genuine business.

He put down his wine glass and pushed away the woman in his arms, lazily saying, "Let him come over."

Wu Peng stood in front of his father.

Their little uncle was indeed a man of profound emotions and integrity.

According to the old master’s will, he really did take good care of the eldest son of the Wu Family.

According to him, the most amorous, carefree, and happy life within the Wu Family was that of the eldest son from the main house, Wu Xiujie.

Wu Peng thought to himself, wondering if in the past year his vigorous father may have added a brother or sister to their family.