In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Xia Hou took a deep look at Ye Zhengting and said with a serious look, "Are you going to take care of Zhang Dazhi and his wife for me on your own?"

Back then, it was this dog couple who dragged him down from the altar and suppressed him in that unknown prison for more than twenty years.

Ye Zhengting lit a cigarette, with a lonely temperament, and a touch of bitterness appeared on the corner of his lips: "If you hadn't personally guided me back then, would I, Ye Zhengting, be where I am today?"

"Old General." Ye Zhengting stared straight at Xia Hou and said forcefully. "Even if the whole world fails you, I, Ye Zhengting, will never let you down!"

"Brothers!"

The old general stretched out his iron fist and hit Ye Zhengting on the shoulder, causing the latter to grimace in pain.

"If I make a comeback in the future, I will make you my general!"

Xia Hou painted cakes loudly.

Ye Zhengting twitched the corner of his mouth, his eyes were red, and he nodded heavily.

It was as if he had empathy with the old general.

Still fucking a general?

With my current military rank, I would have directly worshiped the Generalissimo of the Army in ancient times. Even in peacetime, I was squeezed out by your brother's gang of old dogs and didn't have that much real power.

"I'll lend you your cell phone."

Xia Hou took Ye Zhengting's cell phone and called Zhang Dazhi face to face, completely unprepared for Ye Zhengting.

"On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, I will personally hold the funeral for my daughter in Beijing. Will you come?" Xia Hou asked lightly with sinister eyes.

"nonsense."

Brother Dazhi, who had just finished his work, hugged Queen Ma, with a cigarette in his mouth and an unruly expression: "After 30 years of dealing with each other, you still don't understand me? How can I be absent from such a major life event as the death of your daughter?"

"Get there early." Xiahou said with narrowed eyes.

"It is necessary! At that time, I, the special general of the military department, will personally carry your daughter's coffin! I will give her a grand burial!" Zhang Dazhi issued a military order.

hang up the phone.

Brother Dazhi said with a sad face: "This old dog is probably going to make some moves."

"Are you afraid of him?" Queen Ma turned over and lazily lit a post-event cigarette, saying neither salty nor cool. "I'll take the time to kill him later."

"Don't come here." Brother Dazhi said disdainfully. "If you didn't have my help back then, you would be eighteen again this year."

"You're laughing so hard." Queen Ma said in a strange tone. "It wasn't you who held me back back then. He is now eighteen this year."

"Okay, everyone take a step back and stop blowing." Brother Dazhi exhaled thick smoke, his dark eyes flashing with worry. "You said he organized this funeral to target our son?"

"You are so curious, why didn't you ask him just now?" Queen Ma pouted.

"If he doesn't talk about this kind of thing, why would I have the nerve to ask? Doesn't that make me look stupid?" Brother Dazhi said seriously.

Queen Ma rolled her eyes at the old man: "Do you think you won't stay still when you are so restless?"

"Shut up." Brother Dazhi became angry. "You just pretend to care about that traitor, unlike me, who really cares."

"It's easy to eat carrots and worry about nothing." Queen Ma said with narrowed eyes. "You forgot, he is on medical parole now. Wherever he goes, what he does, and who he meets, he has to obey your orders. You asked him to bury his daughter at the age of fifteen, but he dares to bury her at the age of sixteen?"

Brother Dazhi's eyes turned cold and fierce: "I almost forgot, I'm still his Sir!"

After a brief pause, Brother Dazhi was a little embarrassed: "But the fifteenth day is the Lantern Festival. On this day with colorful lanterns, would it be unlucky to bury a daughter?"

"It's none of your business whether it's good or bad?" Queen Ma glared at the hopeless Brother Dazhi. "Are you familiar with his daughter?"

"How is that possible? I don't even know the surname of Xiahou's daughter!" Brother Dazhi said in a panic.

"Grass."

Queen Ma kicked Brother Dazhi out of bed.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, in the mourning hall, at midnight.

The fireworks in Yanjing City are gorgeous and colorful.

Xia Hou stood in front of the mourning hall and stared at the photo of the deceased.

Next to them, two monks chanting sutras stood in a solemn atmosphere.

"Although I'm still not sure whether you are my biological child or not." Xia Hou's eyes were complicated and contradictory. "But in order to save me from prison, you can go to Binhai alone to challenge the Zhang and Han families."

"I treat you as my own."

"After all, before I found out that your mother might betray me, our father-daughter relationship had always been good."

"Don't worry, I will avenge you."

The white-haired Xia Hou touched the spiritual tablet, and his old and powerful eyes were full of hostility: "You will not die in vain."

Dengdeng.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him.

A man, surrounded by a group of people, walked into the mourning hall.

He is Xia Hou's biological brother, Xia Chu.

Xia Chu put on the incense, bowed, and patted his brother's shoulder heavily: "Brother, my condolences."

Xia Hou remained silent and did not make a sound.

"Brother." Xia Chu hesitated and said. "The paternity test results between you and Yunzhu came out 20 years ago. You really don't want to know..."

"Is it important?" Xia Hou asked. "Everyone is dead, so what if it's true? What if it's fake?"

"Everyone knows that Xia Yunzhu is my daughter." Xia Hou said with cold eyes. "Can I say no?"

Xia Chu pursed his lips and fell silent.

He had something to say to his brother.

But he was afraid that if he said it, it would be useless and he would be ridiculed by his brother.

Being tangled.

Xia Hou's rich and domineering voice sounded in my ears: "If you are afraid, don't come tomorrow."

"OK then."