Chapter 81 Have Another Son

Zheng Youwei got into the car and urged the driver to speed up.

Because Gu Xiangnan had never shown his skills in front of him, he felt little tension in his heart.

Halfway through the journey, he suddenly remembered he should call his father.

Although the call went through, no one answered.

“Why isn’t he picking up?” he muttered.

The driver tried to reassure him, “Young Master, at this hour, the Master is probably out exercising.”

Still, Zheng Youwei felt a vague unease.

Whenever he returned home, the security guards in the villa district would always salute respectfully.

Yet today, not a soul was in sight.

Could it be that Gu Xiangnan had arrived early? Perhaps he’d brought skilled companions?

“Uncle Chen, hurry up,” he urged again.

From the entrance of the villa district to the Zheng family villa was only a minute by car.

Yet for Zheng Youwei, it felt like half a century.

Finally, the car arrived at the Zheng family gate.

The gate was half open.

Inside, the house was eerily silent—no cries, no sobs.

Zheng Youwei cautiously poked his head in to look.

A crisp “ding” rang out.

It was the sound of wine glasses clinking.

He turned sharply towards the living room.

Gu Xiangnan was leisurely swirling a glass of red wine, toasting him from a distance, a smile lingering on his lips. “Young Zheng, you’re late.”

“Just now, I was about to fill this glass with your father’s blood.”

Zheng Changhai, clad only in underclothes, was kneeling on the floor, holding an empty wine glass.

He turned to his son, eyes blazing with fury, and cursed, “You unfilial brat, always causing trouble. Do you want me dead?”

A young, attractive woman stood nearby, dressed in a sheer lace nightgown, her hands pressed tightly over her chest to hide her modesty.

She was Zheng Youwei’s stepmother, a woman two years younger than him.

She tried to mediate, “Youwei, apologize to this gentleman. Your father is getting old—don’t make him worry any more.”

But Zheng Youwei sneered at her, “Save it. You can’t wait for my father to die so you can take his money and remarry.”

“You—!”

His stepmother’s face flushed and paled, speechless at his retort.

“You rebellious son!” Zheng Changhai’s face darkened with anger, and he began to cough violently. “At the last charity gala, if I hadn’t stepped in, you’d have died already. And now… cough, cough!”

He coughed so hard he could barely breathe.

Gu Xiangnan’s lips curled into a smile. “Master Zheng, you’d better hurry and have another son with your wife. This one, I’m determined to kill today.”

Zheng Youwei snorted disdainfully, “You? Just you?”

He glanced around, seeing no one else—Gu Xiangnan had come alone.

He relaxed and laughed, “You may not be able to kill me!”

He quietly slipped his hand into his pocket, where a gun was hidden.

He was always prepared.

Whatever it took to win, he would use any method.

In a flash, Zheng Youwei drew the gun and aimed it at Gu Xiangnan. “Who dies is still uncertain! Next life, you still might not beat me!”

Bang! The gun fired.

Gu Xiangnan, however, caught the bullet between two fingers.

The next second, he flicked it lightly.

The bullet spun like an arrow, hurtling straight for Zheng Youwei’s right hand.

“Ah!” Zheng Youwei screamed, a bloody hole appearing in his palm.

Clutching his hand, he howled in pain.

The Zheng family was terrified—who had ever seen someone catch bullets barehanded?

Watching his son suffer, Zheng Changhai felt as if a knife had twisted in his heart.

He pleaded, “Mr. Gu, please spare my son. Whatever your terms, I’ll agree.”

A glint of coldness flashed in Gu Xiangnan’s eyes.

“Your son poisoned my senior sister, nearly killing her. How could I swallow this resentment?”

He clenched his fist, leaving no room for negotiation.

Zheng Changhai knew well—the Zheng family was no match for Gu Xiangnan.

If Gu Xiangnan wanted his son dead, even if he lost everything, he might not be able to save him.

This was their family’s only heir.

No matter what, he had to protect him.

With a trembling voice, Zheng Changhai said, “As long as you spare my son, whatever you ask, I’ll agree.”

“How much property do you have left?” Gu Xiangnan raised an eyebrow.

Zheng Changhai realized it was over—he wanted everything.

“Three… three hundred million,” he stammered.

Gu Xiangnan said coolly, “Then give me three hundred million.”

“Alright, I’ll contact the bank right away and transfer it to you,” Zheng Changhai said solemnly.

A thought flashed through Gu Xiangnan’s mind.

He was planning to move out of his senior sister’s home and had nowhere to stay.

His gaze wandered as he looked up at the villa, then asked, “How much is this villa worth?”

Zheng Changhai’s heart skipped a beat—the man had his eye on the house.

He gritted his teeth and answered, “Thirty million, not counting the five million spent on renovations.”

Gu Xiangnan nodded repeatedly, “I want to move in here in two days. Get the transfer paperwork done quickly.”

Zheng Youwei shouted through clenched teeth, “Dad, you can’t give it to him! This is our family’s legacy!”

“You ungrateful child! If only you’d listened, we’d still be wealthy for generations!” his father rebuked.

But it was too late for regrets.

“Hurry up and get it done. I’ll wait here,” Gu Xiangnan commanded.

He hadn’t rested well these days, and now stretched lazily, looking tired.

Zheng Changhai quickly said, “Mr. Gu, are you tired? Please, rest for a while.”

Gu Xiangnan pondered briefly, then summoned the little girl, Tao Yao.

“Watch these three. I’m going to rest. If they aren’t obedient, kill them without hesitation!”

After warning them, Gu Xiangnan went upstairs to sleep.

Zheng Changhai and his son exchanged a secret glance, murderous intent rising in their hearts.

Only a little girl was left—why not get rid of her first, then sneak upstairs to kill the sleeping Gu Xiangnan?

Pretending to make a phone call, Zheng Changhai watched closely.

After about twenty minutes, he guessed Gu Xiangnan must be asleep.

He quietly approached Tao Yao, suddenly grabbing her arms from behind.

Zheng Youwei, knife in hand, moved in, grinning maliciously, “We’ll deal with you first, then Gu Xiangnan!”

At that moment, Tao Yao began to inhale deeply.

In the next instant, a white silhouette was drawn from Zheng Youwei’s body and sucked into Tao Yao’s abdomen.

Thud—

Zheng Youwei collapsed to the floor, dead.

Zheng Changhai released Tao Yao and rushed over in panic, checking for breath—there was none.

“My son!” he cried, pounding his chest and wailing.

“Enough noise!” Gu Xiangnan descended from upstairs.

Seeing the scene, he immediately grasped what had happened.

“I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. This is your fate.”

Zheng Changhai, devastated, said, “My son is gone—our family line is ended!”

Gu Xiangnan pointed at his wife, calmly saying, “She can still bear children. As long as you’re alive, you can have as many sons as you want.”

At this point, Zheng Changhai had no other choice.

Even if he called the police, the coroner would never find the cause of death.

He knew that if he died, the Zheng family would truly be extinct.

At dawn, three hundred million was transferred into Gu Xiangnan’s bank account.

The villa transfer contract was signed, and they agreed to handle the transfer that afternoon.

Gu Xiangnan then headed straight for the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

He had a class that morning—a major lecture.

All the postgraduate students were present; many others crowded in from the back rows. The vast classroom was packed to the brim.

Even the hallway outside was jammed.

Hearing it was the genius professor’s class, students were eager to witness him in person.

Gu Xiangnan changed his clothes in the office, donning a dark grey suit that made him appear even more reserved and distinguished.

At the end of the lecture, thunderous applause erupted.

Students began discussing excitedly:

“He really lives up to his reputation—the class was amazing.”

“So much content isn’t in the textbooks! Where did Professor Gu learn all this?”

“I heard he started studying medicine from childhood.”

After class, Gu Xiangnan returned to his office.

He had just settled into his chair when there was a knock at the door.

Knock knock knock.

Huang Ying pushed the door open. “Hello, Professor Gu.”

“And you are…?” Gu Xiangnan looked up at her.

Huang Ying was a bit disappointed—he hadn’t remembered her.

But she quickly composed herself, smiling as she introduced herself again, “Professor Gu, I’m Huang Ying. I added you on WeChat last time—do you remember?”

Gu Xiangnan thought for a moment and managed to recall her.

“Miss Huang, is there something I can help you with?”

“I have something I’d like you to take a look at,” Huang Ying said, opening her laptop.