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The huge banquet hall was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Xuanzhao smiled elegantly and spoke calmly, but every sentence pointed to the point—he regretted that he was unable to fulfill his filial piety in front of Wan Qianshan because of his physical disabilities. He has abandoned his wife and children in the past ten years; he thanked Wan Qianshan for taking care of his grandfather's property, but he actually said that Wan Qianshan had invaded the Xuan family's ancestral property and was dignified; Put the big words "doves occupy the magpie's nest, no shame" on the table.

There were dozens of people in the audience, all of whom were well-known figures in the business world. Everyone knew more or less the dirty things about Wanjia, but it was just tacit understanding.

It doesn't matter whether his surname is Xuan or Wan, as long as they can make money together.As for the amount of darkness and even blood hidden under the words "Wan's Group", these are all insignificant in the face of interests. Anyway, it has been so many years, who will remember this matter.

Ke Xuanzhao remembers—the crippled memory ignored by everyone.

Every minute and every second of his life is chewing on this filth. He is a piranha that grew up nourished by hatred. He has waited too long for this day.

When this moment really came, every cell in his excited body was clamoring, clamoring "I want their life to be worse than death".

Cen Qing was already stunned, Wan Qianshan glared angrily, was held down by two men in black, unable to move, panting heavily; Cen Jingxiang rushed to the stage screaming, was stopped by a bodyguard raising her hand, her high heels Sprained, she staggered two steps and almost fell, Cen Baiyan behind her supported her shoulders.

Cen Jingxiang is no longer that noble and rich lady at this time, her hair is disheveled, her face is distorted, and she stares at Xuan Zhao on the stage with sinister eyes, wishing to tear him apart.

"Mom," Cen Baiyan murmured, "Is what he said... true?"

"Go and pull him down!" Cen Jingxiang pinched Cen Baiyan's arm and shouted hoarsely, "Get that Xuan down, the one named Xuan is our family's nemesis, go!"

Cen Baiyan closed his eyes heavily, and asked again: "Is it true?"

Xuan Zhao turned a deaf ear to all these commotions. He held a cane in his left hand and a microphone in his right hand. He was slender and elegant, with an elegant and leisurely posture as if he was attending a grand ball.

"At my grandfather's funeral, many uncles present should have seen me. In the past 17 years, I have always had a regret in my heart. At that funeral, my mother was ill and I was young and naive, so I was not able to preside over the overall situation. , the scene was chaotic at the time, so I think grandpa will not feel at ease when he leaves.” Xuan Zhao slowly looked around the hall, his voice was calm and firm, “Today, as the grandson of Xuan’s grandson and the current head of the Xuan family, I will send my grandpa Xuan Boyuan back for the last time. One ride."

He nodded slightly, and Uncle Gong received the signal, and the side door slowly opened, and the two men in black were already waiting outside the door.

The two men carried a square object in their hands, about half the height of a person and the width of an arm. It was covered with a white cloth, and it was impossible to see what it was.

Wan Qianshan had a premonition of what this thing was, and his heart sank. He no longer cared about the image of a Confucian businessman he had maintained for a long time, and shouted loudly: "What do you want to do! Xuanzhao! The person who brought you get out of here!"

The people in the audience were silent.

Xuan Zhao took out a white cuff from his pocket and put it on his left arm with a calm expression.When the two men in black came to him and stopped, Xuan Zhao turned around solemnly, raised his hand and lifted it heavily——

It is a huge black and white posthumous photo!

The fierce ghost in the nightmare suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, like a heavy hammer hitting his head, Wan Qianshan staggered, his face was pale, and he murmured: "Ghosts. There are ghosts. Anyone with the surname Xuan is an evil ghost. The one with the surname Xuan should go down!" hell."

"17 years ago, on April [-]th, there was a once-in-ten-year rainstorm, and that day was also Cen Jingxiang's birthday."

Xuanzhao's tone was steady, his expression was calm, no one knew what kind of fire was lit in his body at this moment, the fire was blazing, and countless voices shouted in unison in his body——

I want them dead, I want them dead, I want them dead.

Xuan Zhao came slowly: "That day, Wan Qian Monkey was out of the neighboring city. My grandfather Xuan Boyuan, mother Xuan Yu and I were all at home. After nightfall, my mother received a call."

"Ah—bitch! Bitch!" Cen Jingxiang was on the verge of collapse, she yelled and grabbed Cen Baiyan's neck, "Go up and kill that bitch! Go!"

Cen Baiyan's pupils were a little dizzy, and he was enveloped in great shock and disbelief. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to support his precarious body, and looked at Cen Jingxiang: "17 years ago, 17 years ago, what did you do? "

Xuan Zhao quickly gave him the answer.

"The caller was Ms. Cen. Ms. Cen mistakenly thought that Wan Qianshan was with my mother and forgot her birthday, so she called to inquire." Xuan Zhao smiled faintly, and the scar on the corner of his lips twitched, "She First, I instigated my young daughter to ask 'Where is Dad?', half an hour later, I called again, 'inadvertently' revealed that Wan Qianshan had joined her in the family suite on the second floor of Qingyuan Villa, and kindly reminded my mother, I hope my mother Don't go and disrupt their family reunion."

Everyone present knew the reason behind this for the first time, and they were all shocked.

Cen Jingxiang's state was almost crazy, no matter how she slapped Cen Baiyan, Cen Baiyan was like a petrified sculpture, without any reaction.Cen Jingxiang screamed and slapped Cen Baiyan hard on the face: "You still don't want to get him off!"

Cen Baiyan was beaten to the side of his head, his face was expressionless, only his chest heaved slightly.

"Everyone knows my grandfather is a man, he is upright, he loves his daughter like his life, and he drove my mother to Qingyuan Mountain Villa. I was young and ignorant. I was afraid of thunder and lightning. I didn't dare to leave the protection of my family, so I forcibly followed the car. Everyone knows what happened after that. I know, in a car accident, my grandfather died on the spot, my mother couldn't bear the blow, she lost her mind, and I was permanently disabled." Xuanzhao talked about these past events, not only did he not have the slightest resentment, but his expression was calm, like these words I have practiced it tens of thousands of times, "I will not repeat the well-known things, but I am a little confused, and I will also say it together. All uncles are elders. See if you can answer questions for the younger generation."

The smile in his eyes grew stronger——

I want to trample them on the soles of their feet, want them to live like ants for the rest of their lives, and want them to never recover!

Hatred is a volcano that has been accumulated for a long time, and at this moment it erupted suddenly, and Xuan Zhao felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

"I asked why Mr. Wan Qianshan, who is the son-in-law, did not show up at the funeral of my grandfather, but Ms. Cen Jingxiang attended instead?

The second question is that Mr. Wan Qianshan is still legally the husband of Xuanyu and the father of Xuanzhao in the past 17 years. Why has he never given me a penny for my mother and son?

Three questions: Since Ms. Cen Jingxiang has performed the duties of the mistress on behalf of my mother for many years, and has a deep relationship with Mr. Wan Qianshan, why did Mr. Wan Qianshan not announce the divorce procedures with my mother, and still take charge of it in the name of the Xuan family's son-in-law enterprise? "

The three questions were thrown loudly, and there was no sound in the court for a moment, Wan Qianshan covered his face and was speechless, Cen Jingxiang's body shook heavily, and she fell to the ground.

Compared with their ugliness, Xuanzhao looked exceptionally calm. He paused, and then said: "I have been wondering about these three questions for a long time, but the matter has come to this point, and it is done. As the eldest grandson, I should come out and make a decision. So For many years, Ms. Cen Jingxiang has done a great job in taking care of my father. She must not be left anonymous. Since my father does not want to divorce my mother, I have the courage to be the master and follow the ancient system and agree to Mr. Wan Qianshan as a concubine. , and brought Ms. Cen Jingxiang into the Xuan family."

". Concubine?!"

"As expected of the grandson of Elder Xuan."

"Where did this cripple come from? You shouldn't have heard of this kind of scheming before?"

Xuanzhao's words were calm, but in fact they were extremely insulting. He revealed everything that these two people had tried to hide for 17 years, and exposed them one by one in broad daylight.

"Hush——" Xuan Zhao raised his hand and made a slight downward movement, waiting for the Zhu Siqiao people to calm down with great grace, before he continued, "Wan Qianshan was married to my Xuan family at the beginning. The dead, relying on my Xuan family for food and clothing, should be crowned with the surname 'Xuan'; Ms. Cen Jingxiang used to be a shady concubine, but after entering my Xuan family, she should also change her surname to Xuan—"

"Enough!" A low growl suddenly came from the audience.

Xuan Zhao paused.

Cen Baiyan's Adam's apple rolled heavily, his eye circles were red, he looked up at the slender and thin figure on the stage, his eyes dimmed: "Xuan Zhao, do you know what you are talking about?"

Therefore, everyone present saw that the young master of the Xuan family who had always been calm, calm, and calm when Mount Tai collapsed, paused slightly, as if a certain switch had been pressed on his whole body Generally, froze in the air.

The boiling hatred in the body suddenly quieted down in an instant, and the raging flames also died down at this moment, replaced by a huge wind tunnel in the heart, as if something had been dug away, empty , nothingness, no whereabouts.

——Since then, I have nowhere to go.

Such a thought suddenly popped up in Xuan Zhao's mind.

"Xuan Zhao, do you dare to turn your head and look at me?" Cen Baiyan looked at Xuan Zhao without blinking, and said through gritted teeth, "Do you dare to look at me? Look at me and say these words again. "

The person Xuanzhao humiliated was his biological mother, and it was Cen Jingxiang who fled the cannibalistic village with her in her arms. He had expected that those dirty things were the truth, but Cen Jingxiang was his biological mother.

And the lover he puts on top of his heart is humiliating his biological mother in public.

Cen Baiyan clenched his back molars tightly, and a strong smell of blood filled his mouth.

Xuan Zhao was always looking straight ahead, his tensed shoulders were trembling imperceptibly at this moment.

Until this moment, there was a trace of "human" emotion in his calm eyes, which seemed to be unbearable pain and helpless sorrow. He closed his eyes lightly, then let go of the crutch, raised his left hand, Hold out three fingers.

"I swear to the portrait of my grandfather." Xuanzhao opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Cen Baiyan. "I didn't lie in a word. If there is any lie, let me—"

Having said this, Xuan Zhao suddenly paused.

What about me?Is it enough to let me be tortured every day in the future, let me bear the bone-piercing pain for the rest of my life?

Not enough, far from enough, these are too light, Xuan Zhao thought, these are what he has experienced and is experiencing.

Xuanzhao looked at Cen Baiyan, and suddenly smiled: "Just let me be lonely and homeless; let me live forever, and I will not live a good life, and I will not die a good death."

Cen Baiyan's pupils trembled suddenly, and he felt his fingers convulsing, his internal organs curled up tightly, it was so fucking painful, it was so painful that he couldn't even shed tears.

He smiled mockingly and desperately: "Okay, okay."

Xuan Zhao looked at him quietly, the scar at the corner of his mouth was like a tear hanging on his lips.

Cen Baiyan picked up the decorative wood carving on the round platform at hand, and slammed it to the ground.

boom--

There was a deafening sound.

"You said you like me, you love me," Cen Baiyan's eyes were like two sharp arrows, shooting straight at Xuan Zhao, every word he said was rough as if mixed with sand, "Is it also fake?"

Wan Qianshan staggered in shock, Cen Jingxiang couldn't believe what she heard, raised her head in a daze, and looked at her son.

There was an uproar in the room.

Xuan Zhao's raised left hand froze in the air, the microphone fell to the ground, and there was a harsh "hum" sound from the speaker.

—I can't go back any more.

His eyelashes trembled, and the sorrow was like sea waves, gushing out from the depths of his blood, trying to corrode his whole body.

Cen Jingxiang got up from the ground after a brief moment of stupefaction, and flung herself at the main stage, "What did you do! What did you do to my son! I killed you, I killed you, ah—"

Xuan Zhao looked down at the ferocious woman in front of him, like looking down at the ants in the gutter.

"Auntie," Xuan Zhao knelt down slowly and said softly, "Your son is in love with me."

Cen Jingxiang with disheveled hair, panting heavily, raised her hand to grab Xuan Zhao's face.

Xuan Zhao didn't dodge at all, letting her sharp nails draw three bloodstains on the side of her forehead.

Only the pain in the flesh can slightly suppress the soreness surging in his body at the moment.

"Xuan Zhao," Cen Baiyan said like a seriously injured beast, with desperate and sinister eyes, "Okay, hello. From the beginning to the end, you have lied to me."

Xuan Zhao still maintained the posture of squatting on the ground with one hand propped on the ground. Others only thought he was humiliating Cen Jingxiang, but no one knew that he could no longer stand up.

He was shaking all over.

"Yes, I was lying to you. From the beginning to the end, I treated you," Xuan Zhao said clearly, "it was all a scam."

—Okay, okay, it's okay.From now on, let me not have a good life and die a good death.

"You're coming at me, why are you coming at me!" Cen Jingxiang laid her upper body on the table, her sharp nails scratched bloody marks on Xuan Zhao's neck, "What did he do wrong, what did Bo Yan do wrong?" !"

"What did I do wrong again!" Xuan Zhao suddenly let out a low growl. He was finally willing to tear open a crack in his elegant and gentle disguise. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and the blood oozed from the corner of his forehead ran along the profile of his face. Sliding down, against the backdrop of blood, his handsome cheeks were dyed a bit coquettish, like Shura crawling out of hell, "What did my grandfather do wrong, what did my mother do wrong, and me? I did it again What? Who can pay me for my leg? Are you going to pay for it? Or your healthy, handsome and promising son!"

After saying this, his throat tightened, and the remaining strength in his body seemed to be sucked away. He didn't even have the strength to squat on the ground. A terrifying stabbing pain came from his left knee. After a "boom", He got down on one knee on the stage.

Xuan Zhao grunted in pain, bit his lower lip with all his strength, and supported his crumbling body.

The whole hall fell into a commotion, some people were whispering, some people wanted to short the Wan family while taking advantage of the chaos, and some even cast contemptuous glances at Wan Qian Shan Cen Jingxiang.

In the chaos, Cen Qing had tears all over her face, picked up a glass wine bottle, screamed and rushed towards Xuan Zhao——

"Snapped!"

The glass burst.

The bleeding pain did not come as expected, Xuan Zhao opened his eyes, and a bloody arm blocked his face.

"Brother, you are crazy!" Cen Qing stared at Cen Baiyan dumbfounded, "You are still protecting him, are you crazy!"

Cen Boyan seemed to have lost his pain sensory nerves, clasping Xuan Zhao's chin with his blood-soaked palm, forcefully raised his face, and forced Xuan Zhao to look at him.

"How do you want me to pay?" Cen Baiyan was so strong that he could almost hear the clucking sound of Xuanzhao's bones, "I love you so much, I can give you anything, I wish I could dig out my heart and hold it in my hands." Give it to you, how do you want me to pay? Huh? Xuan Zhao?"

Blood fell on Xuan Zhao's eyelashes, and Xuan Zhao's vision became blurred. After a while, he suddenly let out a very light laugh from his nasal cavity.

Uncle Gong couldn't stand it anymore, turned his back and sighed heavily.

Xuan Zhao turned his head sharply and escaped from Cen Baiyan's imprisonment.

"Cen Boyan, who do you think you are? And my grandfather's life, and my mother's whole life locked up in a nursing home," the blood dripped down the bridge of his nose and onto his lips, and was gently licked by Xuan Zhao. "How do you count these? Your 17 years have been peaceful and stable, how about me?"

His hateful eyes were like a sharp knife, he plunged heavily into Cen Baiyan's heart, and then pulled it out abruptly, with a "thump", bringing out a piece of flesh and blood.

"Get out!" Wan Qianshan yelled at the other people in the hall, "Get out -!"

"Don't leave!" Xuan Zhao shouted.

He picked up the falling stick with his left hand, and stood up from the ground staggeringly.

Xuan Zhao was very thin, his shoulder blades protruded high under his shirt, his figure was as thin as a piece of white paper, as if a gust of wind could make him fall down.However, his expression at this moment was extremely stern, and his tone was unprecedentedly cold.

"I haven't finished my sentence yet," Xuan Zhao smiled lightly, "I'll see who dares to leave."

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The plot is so heavy, there will be another chapter of the plot tomorrow, and the floor-to-ceiling windows will be postponed for one day and changed to the day after tomorrow.

(Don’t worry, everyone will definitely write the promised floor-to-ceiling window plot, but the time is really tight, and I will fill it up when the heaviest plot is finished tomorrow)