Jubo

On the third day of the first lunar month, Papa and Mama Wang were going to visit his eldest uncle’s house, and Wang Ning'an and Wang Ziyu were also going together with them. It was only Wang Cheng who wasn’t intending to go, because he and Mother Zheng had already planned for him to fly to the Imperial Capital in the morning. Chu Yifeng had returned to the Imperial Capital earlier.

Chu Yifeng's mother and grandfather were foreigners. He only spent Christmas there. Since the Spring Festival was a Chinese holiday, he had to return to the Chu family for the New Year.

After knowing of his flight, Mother Zheng sent the Zhou driver to pick him up at the airport.

The Zhou family was very lively today. Zhou Shichang, Mother Zheng’s family of five, and Zhou Lin's family of three were all there. Usually, the three members of Zhou Lin’s household would definitely go out to establish relationships with their relatives. This year, because of Wang Cheng, none of them had gone out.

After understanding the situation of the Zhou family, Wang Cheng knew what the three members of the Zhou Lin family were worried about. It was nothing more than fearing that his grandfather would make promises without their knowledge. From the standpoint of an onlooker, Wang Cheng sympathized with them.

The information that Chu Yifeng had given him last time said that his aunt Zhou Lin's contacts with the Zhou Group and the dowry given by Mr. Zhou when she married Zhao Jiansheng, was 3% of the Zhou Group. Compared with the 10% shares left by his grandfather to Mother Zheng, the difference was great.

Zhao Chenlin was probably aware of the crisis and had changed his previous clever behavior. When he saw Wang Cheng, he no longer acted hostile, constantly calling out ‘cousin, cousin’.

When he grabbed Wang Cheng, Wang Cheng felt his goosebumps pop up, and subconsciously broke away from his hand. As a result, Zhao Chenlin looked at him confusedly, with an expression of light grievance.

"Cousin, what's wrong with you? Don't you like me greeting you?" His words caught the attention of some people, whether they heard it intentionally or unintentionally.

Wang Cheng nodded. "I don't like it very much."

Zhao Chenlin swallowed his reply. Because of such straightforwardness, he could hardly say a word. His face immediately changed into a sad and embarrassed expression. "Why? Does my cousin think I am dirty?"

Wang Cheng looked him up and down, surprised, "Have you not showered for several days?"

Zhao Chenlin froze.

"What?" Wang Cheng said with a smile. "Although I’ve heard that some people don't like taking a bath every day, I think it is better to wash once a day if you can. Otherwise you’ll feel dirty, and you’ll be dirty. Ah, and I heard that it is easy to get foot odor."

"Pfft." Zheng Jingxue was the first to join in with a laugh.

Zhao Chenlin's face became very dark.

"Chengcheng, don't play around anymore, pay your grandpa greetings for the New Year soon." Mother Zheng’s eyes were full of smiles. What she didn't know was that if Wang Cheng really wanted to play around, it wouldn't be this level. He could be even more disgusting than that, he just didn’t want to discourage everyone.

Before leaving, Wang Cheng patted Zhao Chenlin's shoulder on the way. "I’m just joking with you. Don’t mind it, cousin." Zhao Chenlin gritted his teeth so hard they almost broke.

Wang Cheng crossed past him and walked to Old Man Zhou, saying with a smile: "Grandpa, I'm back. I wish you a happy New Year and good health."

"Good, good." Zhou Shichang nodded with a smile, then brought out a red envelope for him, "New Year, new weather. Grandpa is giving you a red envelope, put it away."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Wang Cheng did not refuse, and took it with a smile. The red envelope was very thin, and he didn't know if his grandpa was taking an unusual path or was doing something like Mother Zheng. No matter which one, it was with kind intentions, so he had no reason to refuse.

Zhou Lin also gave him a red envelope. Wang Cheng accepted it with a smile.

Zhou Shichang looked at everyone and said with emotion: "It hasn't been so busy in my home for a long time."

"Yes, father. Everyone is usually busy with other things, and it is difficult to get together like this now. The family looks populous now." Mother Zheng’s face was ruddy. As long as her three children and her husband were by her side, she would be content. Now, her personality was much more cheerful than before.

Zhou Lin also echoed, "My elder sister's heart has now been unlocked, so she can often come home to see our father in the future."

Mother Zheng glanced at her, but her reaction was relatively flat.

Zheng Jingen came over. As if he didn’t notice that the atmosphere was a little weird, he said, "Grandfather, my parents, the Zhou steward said that the meal is ready."

"It's twelve o'clock? Time flew by."

Mother Zheng turned her head and said to Wang Cheng, "Chengcheng, help your grandfather, let's go to eat."

The named Wang Cheng stood up. However, before he could go, the closer Zhao Chenlin stood up and stepped forward to support the old man's arm, his face showing a faint attentive smile.

"Grandpa, let me help you."

"No, I'm not old enough to need help." Zhou Shichang stopped his hand midway. Although he was over seventy years old, he focused on health in his old age and was not elderly enough to need help. Anyway, powerful people like him were generally unwilling to admit they needed help.

A hint of embarrassment flashed on Zhao Chenlin's face, but it was soon replaced by a mild smile, so that no one could see the slightest flaw.

"It seems that you have exercised a lot, you are really fit." Wang Cheng walked next to the old man. Seeing that his pace was very firm, and his body did not tremble, he knew that this was indeed nothing to him at all.

Zhou Shichang shook his head. "Everyone is getting older and less useful."

"How come? As long as you usually exercise more and pay more attention to your diet, it will be no problem for you to live to 100 years old. Just like my master, he lived for more than 120 years." When he was 100 year old, many old people of his age were about to die, and some had even fallen into the ground early, but the old monk did not have the feeling of being an old man at all. When he walked as fast as he could, he was probably faster than any young man could walk.

"Really?" Zhou Shichang's eyes lit up slightly.

Wang Cheng nodded. When he saw that his grandfather was interested, he said, "Of course it is true. If my grandfather is interested, I can teach you the boxing that my master got up every morning to practice."

"What kind of boxing is it?"

"The name is Health Boxing. My master took it casually. It was created by my master who said that it is good for the elderly, children, and adults. If one gets up early every morning to practice it, they can live a long life. I watched him practice it for a dozen years. He had never stopped, and his health had always been healthy. In the past ten years, I had only seen him get sick once. It should be quite effective."

Wang Cheng's words weren’t completely exaggerated. The old monk was a martial arts genius himself. He had thoroughly studied the structure of the human body, so his boxing techniques for physical health were bound to have great benefits. He himself was the best example. He had never been ill and was healthier than any other old monk.

"Cousin, you are exaggerating a bit, right? To survive a hundred years with a set of boxing skills? If everyone in the world had learned it, would they be able to live a hundred years?" Zhao Chenlin did not want Wang Cheng to leave a good impression on his grandfather, and swiped in front of them to immediately interrupt.

Wang Cheng glanced at him, and said amusedly, "Aren’t these kinds of words more believable than unbelievable? It's like when you usually congratulate others to live a hundred years. Although the other party might not be able to live to be a hundred years old, but at least you’re blessing them. Don’t you think about this when you bless others? Even when you bless them, you have good intentions behind it, yes?”

Zhou Shichang obviously didn't like Zhao Chenlin's remarks. The smile on his face faded, and he said: "Chengcheng has these intentions. Just find a time to teach it to your grandfather."

"Well, when grandpa wants to learn, you can call at any time, and I will heed you." Wang Cheng ignored Zhao Chenlin and patted his chest to ensure it.

Zhou Shichang smiled at last. "Come and eat with your grandfather."

Zhao Chenlin, who was left out, finally couldn't calm down. The smile on his face collapsed. He could understand his mother's feelings more and more, his grandfather was too eccentric.

Zhou Shichang was partial, but Zhao Chenlin was also his grandson in the end. If he could be more productive, he didn’t mind giving this grandson some benefits. When people grew old, they liked family harmony more than just saying a few words. With such guns and sticks, how could Zhou Shichang like him? This kind of problem was actually a question of his character. In the end, Zhao Chenlin was still affected by his parents.

During the meal, Zhou Shichang asked Wang Cheng to sit next to him, which Mother and Father Zheng naturally liked.

Zhao Chenlin grew jealous again. He had never received such an honor when eating. Wang Cheng just came and received special treatment after special treatment. He was increasingly doubtful about whether his grandfather would actually hand over the Zhou group to Wang Cheng. What was he to him?

Perhaps his parents were right, and his grandfather really did favor his aunt. Even if he did a good job, his grandfather would not be attentive to it. He could only get what he wanted by relying on himself to fight, so he must not sit back and wait any longer.

What Zhou Lin worried about did not happen. Zhou Shichang simply wanted to chat with his relatives. If he wanted to talk to his family about the company during the New Year, there was no need for them to reunite at this time at all.

At a bit past two in the afternoon, Zhou Shichang was tired and wanted to go for a nap, so Mother Zheng and Father Zheng helped bring him upstairs. After they came back down, they were ready to return to the Zheng house.

Old Man Zheng was also getting old, and so he didn't go out during the Spring Festival. Except for the few who stayed in the Zheng house to accompany him, all the others went to the maternal houses to celebrate the New Year.

Wang Cheng's feelings towards Old Man Zheng were average. His feelings towards people were actually very keen. Old Man Zheng was a serious person, but this seriousness is different from the seriousness of the old monk and his maternal grandfather. His seriousness gave him more of a cold-blooded feeling.

The fourth uncle of the Zheng family accompanied his wife to pay homage to her maiden home. Zheng Jingping, who loved to breath down the necks of the, also left. There was only Father Zheng’s family and the first family left in the Zheng house. Father and Mother Zheng took their three children to the Zhou family to celebrate the New Year, and so they tried their best to brush up in front of the old man.

After seeing them return, the smile on the first family’s face immediately turned hypocritical. Wang Cheng received red envelopes from several elders. Father Zheng also gave him a red envelope, and in the red envelope was not money, but a quaint jade. He didn’t know who, but someone made an inhaling sound after seeing the piece of jade.

"Chengcheng, thank your grandfather." Father Zheng saw the old man take out this piece of jade, and his face was full of joy. This was the old man’s favorite piece of jade. A good friend had bought it in the antique market many years ago. The thing was said to be an antique made many years ago, and it was later given to the old man. Someone had intentions of buying it, but the old man didn't agree.

When Wang Cheng heard the inhale, he knew that this ancient jade was definitely extraordinary. As he looked at the envious eyes of the people around him, he understood its value. He immediately put away the ancient jade and said, "Thank you, Grandfather."

"Put it away. This piece of jade will keep you safe and make whatever you want come true." Father Zheng nodded, his expression still serious.

Whatever you want?

Wang Cheng looked down and played with the ancient jade in his hand, and an intrigued smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

After Wang Cheng returned to the Zheng house, he had changed his name to Zhou within a short time. The old man never said anything, so the first family thought that the old man was a little bit dissatisfied with this matter. Afterwards, they never heard how much he valued Wang Cheng, and this came as a surprise to them all.

In the evening, when the Zheng Jingping family trio returned and heard the incident from the first family, they were also very surprised. To the disappointment of the first family, they did not show any indignation. After having dinner with his family, Wang Cheng wanted to make an excuse to find Chu Yifeng. On New Year's Eve, he had done crazy things with Chu Yifeng for over an hour. After that, he never saw him again, and they just contacted by phone. Just then, Zheng Jingen took him to the living room to chat with the old man. Wang Cheng was also forced to play chess with the old man, and his 'success' aroused the old man's interest.

[T/N: success = the author quoted success maybe because it’s ‘chenggong’ with the cheng from Wang Cheng’s name.]

One of the old monks' hobbies was playing chess, but there were only two of them on the mountain. What should he do? So Wang Cheng was forced to go down the elephant floor with the old monk from an early age, progressing from a layman to a master. Although he was not yet an expert in this field, he had gained a lot of experience, and their final set was evenly matched to death.

"You are better at playing chess than your father. Play a few games with this old man when you have time. Your brother and father are busy with business, and no one has much time to play with this old man." After this round of battle ended with Wang Cheng, and there was also a trace of fatigue between his eyebrows, he still had a good time.

Wang Cheng touched his nose. "As long as I have time, I must play a round or two with Grandpa."

"Come back when you have time." The old man nodded and stood up. Wang Cheng wanted to help him, but he waved his hand. "You play, don't worry about me."

Despite what he said, Zheng Jingen immediately held the old man's arm, and the old man did not refuse. Wang Cheng shrugged and sat back, ignoring the envious gazes of some people.

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