In the hospital room, Du Zhaohui and Du Chengrong had little to say to each other.

They might never truly become a loving father and filial son.

Du Zhaohui finally broke the silence:

“I’ve sold off the shipping business. Even though you’re awake now, you can’t stop it – I’ve already signed the agreements!”

Du Chengrong lifted his eyelids, “Why would I stop you?”

Du Zhaohui was suddenly at a loss for words.

Unwilling to let the old man look down on him, he briefly explained the events of the past two months – agreeing to Harold’s acquisition wasn’t just Du Zhaohui acting impulsively; he had seriously considered it as the best choice for Chengrong Group.

“The smuggling business has been completely separated from the Du family. You must be heartbroken, but it’s good for Chengrong Group’s long-term development.”

“By the way, your Second Concubine is still standing on the roof, threatening to jump in front of all Hong Kong media. Won’t you ask someone to talk her down?”

“…You’re not still thinking of protecting Du Zhaoji, are you?”

The old man was usually so suspicious, and after being in a coma for over two months, he might be completely confused. Du Zhaohui had to stay vigilant.

“Why would I protect Zhaoji? Since he dared to plot patricide and fratricide, he must bear the consequences of his failure.”

Du Chengrong’s voice was calm as if he held no fatherly affection for Du Zhaoji at all.

Du Zhaohui couldn’t tell if he felt happy or disappointed.

What was there to be surprised about?

Wasn’t this just the old man’s usual style?

Most selfish and heartless.

Whoever became useless would be abandoned.

Du Zhaohui’s face darkened, “I haven’t told the mainland police or Hong Kong police about what you did on the ship, but your precious Zhaoji has sold you out completely. If the police investigate this matter, I’ll cover for you.”

Killing two people meant nothing to Du Chengrong.

If he dared to kill Liu Tianquan and Liu Keying, he wasn’t afraid of arrest.

It happened on the open sea.

To mainland police, Liu Keying and Liu Tianquan were Hong Kong residents, as was he, and the incident didn’t occur in mainland waters – the police had no jurisdiction over whether he killed someone.

As for the Hong Kong police, Du Chengrong feared them even less.

In such tumultuous conditions, any evidence would have been destroyed.

Let alone Du Zhaoji’s testimony about the murders, even if Du Zhaohui joined in accusing him, would Du Chengrong be afraid?

“You’ve been managing the company these two months. Since you didn’t let it go bankrupt during the stock market crash, just keep managing it. You can announce my awakening to the public. Also, let Vivi stay to keep me company… You can go now, I don’t need you here showing filial piety for the moment.”

Du Zhaohui laughed mockingly.

“You’re still thinking about Xia Ziyu? Let me tell you, Xia Ziyu she—”

He had waited so long, wanting to tell the old man about being cuckolded once he woke up.

But remembering what the doctor had said, Du Zhaohui hesitated. The blood clot in his brain hadn’t dissolved – would another shock make him die on the spot?

Dying would be too easy for the old man.

Like a Second Concubine, that should be left for the old man to handle personally.

Unexpectedly, Du Chengrong lowered his eyelids:

“It seems Attorney Cheng told you some things. You want to say Xia Ziyu’s pregnancy means I’ve been cuckolded?”

Du Chengrong gave him an ambiguous smile, “Zhaohui, did you think anything happening in the Du family could escape my notice?”

Du Zhaohui suddenly felt guilty.

What did the old man mean? Did he already know about arranging Xia Ziyu’s meeting with her former lover?

“Heh, as long as you know what you’re doing!”

The old man was truly perverted, enjoying being cuckolded. Du Zhaohui felt this alone set him apart from the old man. Such capacity for tolerance made him admit inferiority! Better not provoke him. Du Zhaohui felt extremely uncomfortable staying in the hospital room.

There was no warmth between father and son. Du Chengrong wouldn’t praise him for doing well these past two months either.

But Du Chengrong let him continue managing the company.

Was it because he had just awakened and was still weak?

Or perhaps the old man had truly aged.

Du Zhaohui left the room and smiled sinisterly at Xia Ziyu:

“Father wants you inside. I misjudged you – you’re not completely useless. At least you’re good at serving men, making Father unable to be apart from you for even a moment.”

Xia Ziyu walked as if floating.

Du Zhaohui slowly sat down beside Xia Xiaolan, lost in thought.

Outside the hospital, Hong Kong media was in a frenzy.

First, the Du family’s Second Concubine threatened to jump, exposing family secrets.

But Du Zhaohui remained unmoved. Though he came, he treated the Second Concubine’s act as mere theater, certain she wouldn’t jump.

Then came news of Du Chengrong’s awakening.

The second Concubine’s legs immediately went weak, nearly fell off the building, but was carried down from the roof by those trying to stop her.

Outside was truly chaos.

Du Zhaohui had people standing guard; no one could break into the hospital room.

He wasn’t the playboy he used to be anymore. If he said no one was allowed in, nobody would see Du Chengrong, regardless of who they were.

So at this moment, Du Zhaohui wasn’t worried about the chaos outside the hospital; he was thinking of other things.

Xia Xiaolan saw his furrowed brow, seemingly trapped in some great trouble.

This was very unlike Du Zhaohui.

The Du dog was usually quite lively.

“Can’t figure it out?”

Xia Xiaolan couldn’t help asking.

Du Zhaohui nodded, “Can’t figure it out, nothing makes sense.”

Xia Xiaolan looked toward the hospital room:

“I can’t figure it out either. How could Xia Ziyu send away Chairman Du’s bodyguards? I thought Xia Ziyu wanted to eliminate Chairman Du earlier, after all, she’s drowning in debt, like a drowning person grabbing the last lifeline, fully believing the rumors about inheritance distribution… But Chairman Du woke up at this exact moment. What a coincidence, don’t you think?”

“You suspect that the old man actually—”

Never was in a coma?

Du Zhaohui almost jumped from his chair.

Was he acting from the beginning, or had he awakened at some point but continued pretending to be in a coma?

Perhaps to avoid mainland police investigation, he directly returned to Hong Kong in a comatose state.

It had been over two months since Du Zhaoji’s attempted patricide. The mainland authorities had followed the trail and cleaned up most of the smuggling forces in the Hong Kong-Taiwan region. Now that things were settling down, the old man conveniently woke up. Du Zhaoji took all the blame, while the old man comfortably lay around for two months, avoiding so much trouble.

And the Hong Kong stock market crash!

Thinking about how he dealt with Chengrong Group’s crisis while the old man slept in a luxury hospital room, Du Zhaohui’s lips trembled, wanting to rush into the room and drag Du Chengrong from his bed.

But just as he stood up, he sat back down again.

Xia Xiaolan thought for a long time, not knowing how to comfort him, finally sighing:

“Try to see it positively. This might be Chairman Du’s special kind of ‘fatherly love’!”

Xia Xiaolan felt something was off as soon as she came upstairs.

Bodyguards sent away, medical staff sent away – if Xia Ziyu were that capable, she would have strung up Xia Xiaolan long ago.

If not Xia Ziyu, and not Du Zhaohui, then who else could it be?

Combined with the suspiciously convenient timing of Du Chengrong’s “awakening,” Xia Xiaolan could only suspect Du Chengrong himself was behind it all.

Watching Xia Ziyu happily enter the hospital room, Xia Xiaolan could only silently chant “Amitabha” three times.

Du Zhaohui’s expression looked like he’d eaten excrement.

Fatherly love?

This kind of fatherly love, he truly couldn’t bear it. A father’s love is like a mountain—it would crush him to death!

Such a deeply calculating old pervert should be left for Xia Ziyu to enjoy!