C4 Grandfather Was Pretending to be Sick

Wei Ying gazed at her father in disbelief. The thought that he would take someone else's side had never crossed her mind.

Chen Min stood before her, his face radiating an air of unbridled arrogance and condescension.

Zhao Feng seethed with anger, unable to contain his fury any longer.

Wei Ying was still his wife, and he would not tolerate her being shamed by anyone.

He fixed Chen Min with a cold sneer. "Why should she apologize? If she's demanding evidence, there's plenty of surveillance at the intersection near EDonghai Pharmaceutical Industry. Let's review the footage and see for ourselves."

"You!" Chen Min's guilt quickly turned to rage as he pointed an accusatory finger at Zhao Feng. "What gives you the right to be so brazen here?"

"I'm Wei Ying's husband, the grandson-in-law of your grandfather!" Zhao Feng retorted with a smirk. "And you, parading around the Wei Family as if you own the place—what standing do you have?"

Chen Min was the granddaughter of the grandfather, but not a Wei by name.

She had always prided herself on being part of the Wei Family, and until now, no one had dared to challenge her claim. Zhao Feng's pointed question sent shockwaves through the crowd.

Traditionally, a married daughter is considered an outsider, and her daughter even more so. Yet here was Zhao Feng, a son-in-law by marriage, who rightfully belonged to the Wei Family.

Chen Min was left speechless by Zhao Feng's incisive inquiry, at a loss for words.

"Lost for words, are you?" Zhao Feng said as he firmly took Wei Ying's arm, ready to move past the irrelevant onlookers. "Step aside. We're going to find out exactly what's ailing grandfather."

Before the others could gather their wits, Zhao Feng had already whisked Wei Ying past the living room and down a spacious corridor. Her cousin's curses echoed behind them, but not having to face her was a small comfort to Wei Ying.

"Zhao Feng is usually so composed; what's gotten into him today?" She stole a glance at him, noting the firm set of his lips and the stern profile of his face. It dawned on her that she hardly knew this man who had been by her side for three years.

Perhaps she had never truly considered taking the time to understand him, to really discover who he was.

In a room adjacent to the corridor, the muffled sounds of an intense argument could be heard.

Peering through the door's crack, a few influential executives from the Wei Family's second generation were seen embroiled in a dispute.

"With Dad in a coma, as the executive vice president, I should step in as chairman, right?" the eldest Wei son asserted confidently. "I am the rightful heir; it's my prerogative!"

"It all comes down to who has contributed the most to the family!" retorted the third Wei uncle, sneering from across the room. "I manage half of the group's operations. Do you think you can handle that?"

The bickering escalated into another chaotic uproar.

Zhao Feng let out a quiet sigh.

His grandfather had merely fainted, yet his uncles were already vying for control of the corporation! Naturally, none of this concerned Wei Ying's father, who had never been in a position to meddle with corporate affairs.

At the end of the hallway, a door stood slightly open, revealing a gap about half a foot wide.

Zhao Feng and Wei Ying pushed the door further to see their grandfather lying on a spacious bed, covered with a light cotton blanket.

A frail old woman sat at the foot of the bed, her worried gaze fixed on the patriarch—it was Wei Ying's grandmother.

"Grandma, how's Grandpa doing?" Wei Ying inquired, her voice laced with concern.

"He just collapsed out of the blue, and we're not sure what's wrong," Grandma replied, glancing at Wei Ying and Zhao Feng before gesturing to a nearby chair. "Please, have a seat. Your cousin has gone to fetch the esteemed Prof. Zhang, a miraculous healer. We're hoping he can determine what ails your grandfather."

Zhao Feng's gaze swept over his grandfather, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

He was a formidable doctor himself, having attained a level akin to that of a legendary healer.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation and diagnosis, and with just one glance, he could sense that his grandfather's energy was circulating smoothly, lacking the typical stagnation seen in ordinary patients.

Without further comment, Zhao Feng took a seat alongside Wei Ying.

Grandma looked at them both and spoke up, "Even though your elder cousin is not a direct descendant, your grandfather and I have never seen her as anything but family. I overheard your conversation at the door, and I must say, it was quite improper. Make sure to apologize to her when you see her."

"What?" Wei Ying could barely trust her own ears. It took her a moment to muster the courage to ask, "Grandma, did you actually hear what she said about Zhao Feng and me? Even if everyone is to blame, isn't she the one who started it?"

"You've always been so headstrong!" her grandmother said with a frosty glance. "Would apologizing kill you? Right now, we're depending on her husband to find someone to help with your grandfather's illness. If you can bring Prof. Zhang here, I'll have her apologize to you."

Zhao Feng inwardly scoffed, "No wonder the Wei Family is known for their odd behavior, valuing profit over principles. The root of the problem is clear now."

He noticed Wei Ying's ashen face, a clear sign that she had been deeply hurt once again.

"This is just too much," Zhao Feng thought to himself.

When Zhao Feng's gaze met hers, Grandma coldly remarked, "Wei Ying has been getting more out of line lately, and it's your influence! How did Wei Ying end up with a man like you..."

"If my memory serves me right, it was Grandpa who arranged this marriage. Have you forgotten that, Grandma?"

The old lady was speechless, caught off guard.

Zhao Feng had no time for the old lady's confusion. He stood and approached his grandfather's bedside, saying with heartfelt sincerity, "Grandpa has always been the elder I respect the most. As long as he's here, I'll never defy his wishes or upset him."

Sitting by his grandfather's side, Zhao Feng took his right hand, his fingers gently finding the pulse on his wrist.

From their angle, Grandma and Wei Ying could only see Zhao Feng's tender gaze upon his grandfather, seemingly conveying his deep appreciation. Little did they know, Zhao Feng was seizing this moment to diagnose his grandfather's condition.

In no time at all, Zhao Feng had a clear picture of his grandfather's health. As he released his grandfather's wrist, a wave of shock washed over him.

His grandfather wasn't ill at all—he was feigning it!