A sickly child turned into a rich family's only son

Until they turned around, they saw Bu Congling standing at the door with a smile on his face and a calm expression.

Bu Congling looked at the south and north of the city and said, "I'm here to see your mother off."

Zhou Bu unexpectedly walked forward and came in front of Bu Congling. Bu Congling smiled gently. She tilted her head and looked at her already very tall son, who had white hair on his head.

Bu Congling held Zhou Bu's face and asked with a teasing look: "How is it? Did you not cry?"

Zhou Bu originally wanted to smile at his mother, but his eyes turned red before he could even open his mouth. He hugged Bu Congling tightly, crying with suppressed tears in his voice, and shouted, "Mom!"

Bu Congling, who was originally smiling, burst into tears before Zhou Bu without any warning when she heard Zhou Bu calling her.

She slapped Zhou Wei, tears streaming down her face, and said, "You are useless. You cried at 20, cried at 30, and are still crying at 40!"

There are so many elderly people in the family, the shrewd and wise Comrade Jiang, the calculating old man Zhou, and the kind and sensible grandparents.

In my memory, Uncle Shang is a mature, steady, handsome and elegant man who likes to keep Zhou Yi by his side and give him guidance.

With his father who has a romantic temperament and is unrestrained in his actions since childhood, and his aunt who has an ethereal air.

With so many elders, Zhou Bu grew up under the protection of so many people, and each of them gave him love and care.

Now there is only one mother left.

Zhou Bu's brain was occupied by pain, but Cong Ling made him look back and see what he had gained.

What did you see?

His younger brothers have grown up. From childhood to adulthood, they have always been by his side, guarding him like satellites orbiting a planet.

Seeing him always standing not far away from him, his lover's eyes were full of worry.

Seeing his grown-up children, his born nephews and nieces...

The family prospers with the addition of a new member, and the Zhou family rises to a higher level...

Bu Congling's voice was unquestionable and unrefusable, "Zhou Bu, raise your head! Your name represents your destiny. You have been carrying a heavy burden since you were born. You have received more attention, more preference, and more resources than your brothers. Everyone has to retreat to a lower level than you."

"Today I will tell you that you will have to pay a price for what you have."

"You are the head of both the Zhou and Bu families. You should shoulder your responsibilities and hold back your tears. Neither the Zhou family nor the Bu family needs a head who only knows how to grieve."

"Your father has trained you for so many years, and your aunt has favored you for so many years. Tell me, do you need others to send them off? Is this how you act as a big brother? Is this how you act as the head of the family?"

Zhou Bu didn't dare to think about the appearance of his father and aunt. He hunched his body, trembling as he wiped away the last tear, and slowly stood up in front of Bu Congling, "Yes! Mother! It's my fault."

Despite Bu Congling's serious expression, tears streamed down her face, but she couldn't be soft-hearted. Her son couldn't collapse any more.

Zhou Bu ignored the tears streaming down his face, but reached out his hand, touched his son's face, and said to him, "Go! Son, go see your father and aunt, they will be happy to see you."

Zhou Bu stood up again, turned around to face everyone, his eyes filled with tears again because of his mother's words just now.

He didn't go. He didn't see his father for the last time. His father must be disappointed!

He didn't dare go to the scene to collect the bodies, because it rained heavily that day and the thunder was loud.

Zhou Bu held a black umbrella, standing far away, unable to take a step forward. The rain fell into his heart, destroying all his defenses.

It turned the proud Mr. Zhou into a child who lost his father.

He stood in the distance and watched, watching Chengnan holding an umbrella for Chengbei, and watching Chengbei carefully tidying and wiping it.

His body stood straight, but his soul curled up in pain.

His father, Mr. Zhou Yu, who had been arrogant and romantic all his life and was well-known in the capital, was now lying there, with tattered and burnt clothes and a broken body...

Unrecognizable.

Zhou Bu didn't dare to go! He was halfway through his life, and this was the first time he was so scared. He had had enough! He was in so much pain.

Among his beloved elders, grandparents, grandparents, Uncle Shang, his father, and his aunt, which one of them is not someone who can get a glimpse of his brilliance and benefit from it for the rest of his life?

But Zhou Bu could only take over small boxes one by one from other people and erect new monuments one by one.

But his mother was right, he couldn't back down. He didn't go to help his father calm down personally, and this was enough to make him feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Zhou Yu's eldest son did not dare to see his father for the last time. If the news got out, he would be ridiculed and bring shame to Mr. Zhou Yu.

This is what Zhou Bu fears the most, he is afraid that he will be disgraced for his ancestors.

So he stood up again, faced his second son Chengnan, and took the urn from his hands.

Without saying a word, he turned around, holding the box, solemnly and respectfully. Even though he had just been scolded in public by his mother, he did not look the least bit disheveled.

Chengnan handed the urn to his eldest brother without saying a word.

Zhou Bu's condition made their sorrow fade, and the white hair on his forehead made them feel even more heartbroken over the death of their loved ones.

A new monument was erected, and the lives of Mr. Zhou and Ms. Yu came to an end.

Zhou Wei stood in front of the monument without saying a word, and the people behind him dared not breathe.

Zhou Qi's hand brushed over the two words "Zhou Yu" on the tombstone. He reached out and took the handkerchief to wipe the tombstone carefully, not caring about the falling rain that got him wet.

Zhou Bu whispered, "Dad, are you blaming me? I didn't go that day because I was a little scared. I'm sorry, but I know you won't blame me. I'm blaming myself."

Ji Xingyao's eyes suddenly turned red. Every tear he shed was for Zhou Bu. He could hear the piercing cry of Zhou Bu's heart.

But he still had to be dignified, solemn and superior. This incident had a huge impact, and someone even broadcast it live on the day Zhou Yu collected the body.

The same screen recording of Zhou Yu was widely circulated, and everyone was saying that he was so cold. Why did the second and third sons collect the body? Was he afraid to go? Did he do something to offend Mr. Zhou Yu?

They speculated about the disputes among the wealthy families, Zhou Bu's ruthless killing... and so on, there were many different opinions.

Zhou Bu didn't have the energy to care before, because he wanted to see his enemy go to hell, in the same way as his father, a way that was even more painful than his parents.

This is the first time in my life that my hands are so dirty.

But he couldn't forgive himself until his hands were dirty, he didn't want to, he couldn't wait for them to abscond far away, he had to take advantage of it while they were still enjoying the thrill of victory.

Pinch their throats hard, learn the way wild animals kill their prey, and crush them to death.

He wants them to die!