The richest man starts from check-in

Chapter 213 Is It Trustworthy?

In the study, Zhong Wuji's body was pierced with silver needles in 32 acupuncture points.

"Sit down, Wang Ye."

Wang Ye nodded, and brought a stool to sit opposite him.

"Just now in the living room, you mentioned that before Zhong Liang died, he said that he knew who the murderer was, but he only uttered one word."

"Yes!" Wang Ye replied concisely.

"Then according to your guess, who would dare to poison me in Zhong's house?" Zhong Wuji stared at him, even though it was the same, he still exuded a kind of imposing coercion.

Meeting his gaze, Wang Ye shook his head and said, "I don't know."

After staring at each other for a long time, Zhong Wuji suddenly smiled, "You are afraid of getting angry! With your wisdom, I guess you already have someone to suspect."

"The old man thinks highly of me! I didn't see many Zhong family members when I came to Zhong's house. It was just outside the living room just now, and it was the first time I saw more than a dozen Zhong family heirs..."

"Okay, why bother to play Liao Zhai if you're an old fox!" Zhong Wuji interrupted him, saw Wang Ye smiled and said nothing, and continued: "The position of Patriarch has always been coveted by people, but you may not know , My Zhong family has rules, which are passed down from generation to generation! This is why my brothers and nephews who were not up to date rebelled more than 20 years ago!"

Wang Ye just listened quietly, Zhong Wuji was telling him that the person who poisoned was probably for the position of the Patriarch of the Zhong family, and they were those in the grandchildren.

But in this matter, Wang Ye did have doubts in his heart, but he did not express his opinion.

After all, he is an outsider, and the Zhong family has not yet accepted him.

Not to mention him, even if Zhong Xiaomo came to the Zhong's house, it has been five days. During these five days, the Zhong's family has not sent anyone to the Zhong's house, let alone invited her to the Zhong's house.

The Zhong family doesn't even take the person with the blood of the Zhong family flowing in his body, let alone a son-in-law!

Unexpectedly, Zhong Wuji, who didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd, actually told Wang Ye about Zhong Xiaomo.

"Back then, Xiaomo's grandma took her son who was just full moon, Su Tianyu, who you know, quietly left Zhong's house, and finally settled in Luochuan! It was because she was afraid that her son would be involved in the rebellion that had already given birth! Sure enough, it exploded 20 years ago!"

"Actually, when Xiaomo's grandma passed away, Su Tianyu was only 15 years old, so I found them! But the young Su Tianyu didn't even recognize me as his father. So, I didn't care."

Wang Ye listened calmly, but he was filled with contempt in his heart.

The Zhong family is like a local emperor, Mr. Zhong has three wives and four concubines, and he has many heirs. How could the flourishing Zhong family care about an uninterested son.

As if seeing what Wang Ye was thinking, Zhong Wuji sighed: "It's not that I don't want to take him back, and it's not that I don't care about Zhong Xiaomo, you don't know how good my relationship with her grandma was back then! On her body , I saw a lot about her! I also know that the Zhong family is not an inch of pure land, and staying in the Su family is good for her."

"Later, when the Blazing Blood Jade Pendant appeared, she was asked to marry the Zhou family. Firstly, it was for the sake of the jade pendant, and secondly, it was to find a home for her... That's all, that's all! If you talk too much, I'm afraid you won't reply!"

Zhong Wuji restrained his melancholy look, and stared at Wang Ye with his eyes.

"You're a smart guy, but I want to know, are you worthy of my trust?"

Hearing this, Wang Ye finally stood up, cupped his fists and said, "Since I am the son-in-law of the Zhong family, grandpa can trust me!"

After staring for a long time, Zhong Wuji asked Wang Ye to sit down.

In the study, I don't know what the two are talking about, but the laughter of the two gradually came out, and they seemed to be chatting very well.

"Widow Chen, is Wang Ye still in the master's room?"

Widow Chen, who was cooking medicine in the back kitchen, turned her head to look, and it was Zhong Huatuo who was asking the question.

"Yes, it seems that I was doing acupuncture just now. Maybe the old man has to take the medicine before he can leave."

"Oh, okay, I hope that Wang Ye is not bragging, he can really cure the master." Zhong Huatuo said, stepped forward to uncover the medicine jar and sniffed, "Look at you clumsy, there is too little water, please add some heat water."

Upon hearing this, Widow Chen got up and walked towards the kettle beside her.

This is the first time she has suffered. She has served Mr. Zhong all these years. He is as strong as a cow and has never been sick.

Just as Widow Chen turned around, Zhong Huatuo quietly poured a pack of medicinal powder into the medicine jar.

When Widow Chen came with the kettle, Zhong Huatuo, who was standing with his hands behind his back, commanded, and after adding a little water, he nodded in satisfaction and left.

"Is it done?"

Outside Zhong's villa, in a corner, Zhong Huatuo nodded hurriedly when he heard the words, "Don't worry, it's done! As long as the master takes the medicine, he will definitely die in five days! Hehe, I'll see how Wang Ye will end then!"

"Stay away from him! He is not easy to mess with!" After the man finished speaking, he turned and left.

At the moment in the study, Wang Ye and Zhong Wuji had a pleasant conversation, whether it was on the surface or sincerely, but it seemed that they were enjoying themselves.

Widow Chen brought the medicine bowl, blew it and handed it to Zhong Wuji.

"Aunt Chen, grandpa is wearing silver needles, it's inconvenient to take medicine, where do you put it first?" Wang Ye said, then got up, and pulled out the silver needles from Zhong Wuji's body one by one.

He turned around and walked to the table, picked up the medicine bowl, and handed it to Zhong Wuji.

Seeing that Zhong Wuji was about to open his mouth to drink, Wang Ye stopped him, "It's going to taste bitter, so if you add some, it won't be so bitter."

He took out a small bottle from his pocket, which contained something similar to sugar cubes.

He took out one, put it in a bowl, and handed over the rest to Zhong Wuji.

"I take this medicine, one bowl a day, and take the medicine for five days until the disease is cured, but the medicine is too bitter. Grandpa can add it to the bowl every time, and it won't be so bitter!"

Zhong Wuji glanced at him, then at the bottle, then nodded and drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp.

"Then I will retreat first." Wang Ye cupped his hands.

Zhong Wuji nodded, "Five days later, when I recover from a serious illness, I will clean up for you and Xiaomo! I have wronged you these few days, and I will stay at Widow Chen's house first!"

Wang Ye nodded and left with Widow Chen, and sent Wang Ye to the door. Widow Chen comforted: "My lord, don't take it to heart, the Zhong family has many rules, I know this, the owner is sick, so he can't receive Honorable guest. The master thinks you and Xiaomo are very important!"

"Thank you, Aunt Chen, for reminding me."

Wang Ye nodded with a smile, and walked towards Widow Chen's house.

After he was gone, Widow Chen was about to return to the villa, when Zhong Huatuo appeared again.

"Did the master drink the medicine?"

"Drink it, I saw him drink it with my own eyes. Although Zhong Huatuo's medical skills are not as good as my uncle's, you are still loyal to my master. Don't worry, my uncle said that you will take the medicine for five days until you are cured. Go back, these few days God, I'm here." Widow Chen said with a smile before returning to the villa.

Zhong Huatuo sneered, "The medicine is cured? Humph! Five days later, I'm afraid it will be the day when Wang Ye loses his head!"

With a grinning grin, Zhong Huatuo turned around and left.

But what he didn't notice was that there was a breeze blowing beside him, as if someone passed by.

(End of this chapter)