Chapter 1578: Three Years, Three Years Is Enough

Feng Fuce got into the car with his wife and child.

The bodyguard immediately closed the door and drove the car back.

Fen Linxing looked inside the iron box, there were soft seats and shining lights, very curious.

Bai Zhi’er sat next to Feng Fuce, and the old man’s gaze fell on her, scrutinizing.

Feng Fuce took the initiative to introduce: “This is my wife, Lady Bai.”

“Madam, this is the Master Zeng I just mentioned, the richest man in City B.”

Bai Zhi’er was dignified and gracious, gentle and elegant: “Master Zeng, hello.”

Master Zeng was flattered, filled with trepidation: “Oh, no, no, I thought I would never have the chance to see you again in this life.”

“President Feng, I am eighty-seven years old this year, take a look, how many more years can I extend my life?”

Bai Zhi’er immediately looked at Feng Fuce.

No wonder, when she first saw this old man, she felt he was a dead man walking.

Judging by his appearance, he should have died twenty years ago.

After Master Zeng asked, Bai Zhi’er guessed that he must have made a deal with Feng Fuce to live this long.

Feng Fuce was not surprised by his request.

He just said indifferently: “When you were twenty, to let your father live ten more years, you gave me ten years of your life; when you were thirty, to get rich, you sacrificed your newborn daughter’s life for me. When you were fifty, you got cancer, and to survive, you traded your grandson’s life for mine. Master Zeng, forgive me for being blunt, but now, it seems, there is nothing you have left to trade with me.”

Feng Fuce adjusted his sleeves: “In other words, you are quite advanced in age, and things of value are very scarce.”

Bai Zhi’er was taken aback.

Human greed, when it rises, is more ruthless than demons!

The lives of one’s own daughter and grandson were mere tools for transactions.

Fearing her son would learn bad ways, she quickly turned to check on Fen Linxing.

Fortunately, the little one wasn’t listening to them at all, but was lying between the driver and passenger seats, curiously watching the bodyguard drive the car.

He was very interested in the “circle” (steering wheel) that could turn.

Master Zeng struggled to sit up straight.

He breathed heavily and said: “President Feng, to see you, I came out of the critical illness ward, even carrying a respirator, isn’t this enough to prove my loyalty to you?”

“I have worshiped you my whole life, now, I just want to live a few more years, isn’t that easy for you! To stay alive, I am willing to give you everything I have now, reputation, status, company, wealth, all of it!”

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, looked at him for a moment, then said: “You built your business empire from scratch, bleeding and sweating to get where you are, and you’re just willing to give it up like that?”

Master Zeng chuckled bitterly: “What’s the use of money and status? My wife resents me for having an affair in my younger years, won’t even visit me today, even when I’m seriously ill.”

“My four sons and two illegitimate children resort to any vile means for shares and money. Recently, my eldest son even tried to force me to sign a contract while I was critically ill.”

“I always thought I fought for this family, to bring glory! But on my deathbed, I find myself alone. Those who come around are only after my money; sincere hearts are hard to find!”

Bai Zhi’er looked at him, feeling both pity and that he deserved it.

Being selfish when young, ignoring family feelings, the seeds you sow are the ones you must reap alone.

Lord Zeng wiped away a tear, resolutely saying, “So, take everything, I don’t need to live much longer, three years, three years is enough.”