The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

As soon as Ma Shan received the news, he immediately rushed back to Haojiang with Chanali.

"Master Ma! Madam!" Assistant and driver Zheng Jiahao has been waiting for them at the airport.

Ma Shan hummed and got into the car. When Zheng Jiahao lit the ignition and started the vehicle, he asked, "How did my godfather leave?"

"It was said to be a myocardial infarction, but he was already dead when he was sent to the hospital." Zheng Jiahao said.

Mashan frowned.

Although He Jiachang is older, he has always been in good health. At his position and age, personal doctors and nursing staff are always around him. No matter what the disease is, it is not likely to go away suddenly, and it can always last for a while.

Before Ma Shan returned to Hecheng, he met He Jiachang. The two had dinner together and had a pleasant conversation. Although Ma Shan is not a doctor, with his current cultivation level, with the soul lamp on his body and the candle dragon's eyes, he can tell the physical condition of a mortal at a glance.

Why did you suddenly have a heart attack?

"Who was there when the accident happened? Which hospital was he sent to? Who sent him?" he asked.

"The current news is that in addition to the nanny and the young lady, Master Guangzhi was also at home at the time. Doctor Peter arrived immediately and sent the old man to Maria Hospital."

"Maria Hospital?" Chanali asked doubtfully, "Why not go to the Earl? The conditions at Maria Hospital are much worse than the Earl."

"It is said that Dr. Peter made the decision because Maria is closer. However, this is all news reported by reporters. Even we don't know the real situation. The He family is under strict lockdown."

Zheng Jiahao is a close confidant that Ma Shan has brought out in recent years. He has always followed Ma Shan, often visits the He family, and is very familiar with the servants of the He family. It's a bit abnormal that he doesn't even know the real situation.

Mashan didn't ask again.

The car quickly arrived at He's house, and when it was about to enter the compound, it was stopped.

Zheng Jiahao opened the car window and said dissatisfiedly: "Are you new here? Did you also stop Mr. Ma's car?"

The person who stopped the car had an unfamiliar face. He lowered his head and glanced into the car, and then said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ma, you're late. Mr. He told me that if you come to express condolences after twelve o'clock, the cars will be parked outside. "

"You're stupid, that's for outsiders, Master Ma is a family member!" Zheng Jiahao said angrily.

"Sorry, I only listen to Mr. He." The man said stubbornly.

Zheng Jiahao wanted to argue, but was stopped by Chanali.

"Forget it, let's park outside. There are many people coming to express condolences, so the parking space inside is probably full." Chanali said.

Zheng Jiahao looked back at Ma Shan, and Ma Shan said, "Listen to my wife."

Zheng Jiahao glared at the janitor, drove out, and complained while driving: "Madam, you are kind-hearted, you don't have to be so polite to this kind of people, you are so blind that you even stopped Mr. Ma's car!"

Chanali said, "Have you seen him?"

Zheng Jiahao shook his head: "I haven't seen it before."

Chanali said: "Looking at his neither humble nor arrogant appearance, he is not an ordinary gatekeeper."

Ma Shan's eyes narrowed: "You mean, they deliberately targeted me?"

Chanali said: "Haojiang originally belonged to the He family, but you came here and took over half of the country. How can the He family be happy? The old man is far-sighted, saw the rise of the Li family, and thought of his original kindness, so he recognized you as his godson. . Now that the old man is gone, the position of Haojiang Gambling King is vacant, and your voice is so loud, haven’t you become a thorn in their side?”

"I never wanted to be a gambling king." Mashan said disdainfully, "I came to Nanyang for Mu Chen and you."

There was a trace of tenderness in Chanali's eyes, and she smiled and said: "We all know what you are like, but others may not think so. When you reach your current position, there are some things that you can't just not do if you don't want to do it. Forced by the general trend, I can’t help myself.”

Ma Shan's face is a little more mature than it was three years ago, but the pride between his eyebrows and eyes is still the same as before.

"No matter what, my godfather has been kind to me, and I will definitely repay this kindness. The title of Gambling King belongs to the He family, and I will never fight for it. I will not touch any of the He family's property."

Chanali sighed. She is well aware of Mashan's temper, but she is even more aware of the dangers of people's hearts, which must be guarded against.

In the eyes of the He family, there was an internal conflict between them, and Mashan's existence gave them a unified external goal.

Once the old man left, the He family lost its backbone and could easily turn into a mess due to internal friction. They need a common enemy to keep the family together.

Originally this enemy was supposed to be Edson, but Edson died and Yinsha's boss became Ma Shan.

Therefore, Mashan will inevitably become the enemy of the He family.

This is not a conspiracy, this is the human heart.

From Mashan to Yinsha On the first day she took office, Chanali warned Mashan. She was afraid that Mashan would suffer a loss one day if he was too loyal.

But Mashan is Mashan after all, and he will never take these things to heart.

There is only kindness and loyalty in his heart.

Whoever treats him well, he treats him well.

This is his only principle.

The three people quickly returned to the door of the He family's manor. The person who blocked their car just now was still there. This time, he did not embarrass them. He just smiled at them and let them in.

Once inside, Zheng Jiahao saw at a glance that there were still empty seats in the parking lot. He was angry in his heart, but he also understood that his anger was useless. This matter was obviously the He family's targeting Master Ma, and after entering this manor, he was no longer in a position to speak at his level.

Many guests came to the manor to express their condolences. After paying their respects in the mourning hall, they stood in twos and threes in the garden.

When they saw Ma Shan coming, they all came forward to greet him. They all looked sad and expressed their condolences sadly:

"My condolences, Mr. Ma!"

"My condolences to Mr. Ma!"

……

Ma Shan thanked them one by one, quickly walked through the garden and walked into the mourning hall.

He was the godson, so of course he had to wear sackcloth and wear filial piety and kneel with He Chengjun and He Qinglian.

When a person of He Jiachang's level dies, a funeral group will be set up, and all etiquette, items, and utensils will be strictly regulated. Mashan's mourning clothes should have been prepared long ago and can be put on just waiting for him to arrive.

However, when he came to the funeral, no one brought him mourning clothes, or even told him what he should do.

At that moment, the entire mourning hall fell silent.

Everyone looked at him.

The guests had already realized something, and their sad eyes immediately gained a glimmer of schadenfreude.

Ma Shan looked over attentively, and saw that all the descendants of the He family were here, and a large number of people knelt and huffed in the mourning hall.

It was as if these people had received the news in advance. They arrived so neatly. Even a few people who were far away from overseas and rarely came back for a year also came.

And in such a comparison, Ma Shan was the last one to arrive.

Ma Shan didn't care about the etiquette of wearing sackcloth. He rushed forward, knelt down in front of the coffin, and kowtowed heavily several times.

Thinking of their relationship over the past three years, he felt sad and asked with a choked voice: "How did my godfather die?"

It was naturally inappropriate to ask such a question at this time, but the answer from the He family was even more unexpected.

"Ma Shan, what qualifications do you have to ask this?" He Chengjun's voice was very low, "Dad treats you as a son, but what about you? You are the last of all the children to arrive, and you are inferior to these great-grandchildren! Look at how you look and what you're wearing? You're here for a funeral, not a ceremony!"

The flashbulbs kept coming on, and it was obvious that a reporter was taking photos.

Judging from the scene, He Chengjun's words were not wrong.

The guests also pointed and talked quietly.

Among the many guests, there were two foreigners standing in the garden outside the foyer, looking at each other and smiling.

"Peter, your plan is half successful. This time, you take the greatest credit. If everything goes well, maybe next year, I can take you to Tiluo Island. You will be the first person to meet me in less than three years after joining the association. A person of the holy leader.”

"This is all the cultivation of the Bishop!"