The atmosphere in the study was quite oppressive.
Lin Laoyao had never liked to talk much. In this respect, Lin Huayin had inherited Lin Laoyao's genes very well. On the contrary, his own status and character were also destined to make anyone who was in the same room with him feel very oppressive.
Among them, Zhao Wuji was only half.
The only one he really respected was the head of the Zhao family who lived in the castle in Europe. As for Lin Laoyao, he worshipped and appreciated him more.
As the adopted son of the head of the Zhao family, Zhao Qiuhan's fiancé. Zhao Wuji had the absolute qualifications to discuss the revenge plan with Lin Laoyao.
Even if Lin Laoyao avoided talking about it, Zhao Wuji had the qualifications to take the initiative to bring it up.
Because this time, he came on behalf of the head of the Zhao family. He represented the entire Zhao family.
And Lin Laoyao was also a descendant of the Zhao family.
Although he changed his surname to Lin, although he already had enough power.
But the inheritance of the bloodline would not change because of anything. This was not only the Zhao family's ancestral teachings, but also the ancient iron law of Hua Xia.
After a short silence, Lin Laoyao raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Zhao Wuji with a dignified and deep gaze. "Are you helping her or replacing her?"
This "her" was Zhao Qiuhan, the Qiu Shou that everyone was talking about.
This point, Lin Laoyao needed to be clear.
"In the Zhao family, I'm afraid no one can replace her," Zhao Wuji said calmly. "I'm just here to help Qiuhan."
After a pause, Zhao Wuji said with a double meaning, "The current Qiuhan has become a little emotional. She is no longer suitable to act arbitrarily. "
Lin Laoyao did not refute. He just picked up the teacup and took two sips. He said slowly, "So the authority in your hands is not big?"
"It can be big or small," Zhao Wuji said very tactfully. "If the situation is not under control, father will give me privileges."
"How big are the privileges?" Lin Laoyao's expression was slightly cold. A cold light burst out of his eyes.
Privileges?
Giving Zhao Wuji privileges as the head of the Zhao family?
Just like the autumn harvest, just as Zhao Wuji had said. No matter how successful Lin Laoyao was, he was still a member of the Zhao Clan.
Could this so-called privilege be used even by him, Lin Laoyao?
Zhao Wuji was aware of the ambiguity in his words. He was startled for a moment before explaining, "Second Uncle, you misunderstood."
"I misunderstood. Or did you spill the beans? "Lin Laoyao's expression was not gentle. He was extremely dignified.
Zhao Wuji shook his head and said, "Please forgive me, Second Uncle."
He didn't explain too much.
He also knew that it was meaningless to explain in front of Lin Laoyao.
This second uncle of the Zhao family had always been an autocratic person. Otherwise, how could this revenge plan be delayed until today?
No matter what reason his father had for tolerating today's situation. They were all closely related to Lin Laoyao.
But now, his father had obviously decided on the timing. It also gave enough face to Lin Laoyao!
With Lord Ye's death, Lin Laoyao had no reason to delay!
The atmosphere in the study once again sank into silence. Lin Laoyao tasted the red robe, but the dignified expression on his face didn't fade for a long time.
After a long time, Lin Laoyao put down the teacup. His deep and powerful voice slowly rang out. He spat out a name, "Shang Jingtian."
"Of course." Zhao Wuji gladly accepted and stood up. "Thank you for your support, Second Uncle."
Lin Laoyao raised his eyes and swept them over Zhao Wuji, a cold light flashing in his pitch-black eyes, "Are you provoking me?"
Lightning flashed.
Being stared at by Lin Laoyao's sharp gaze, Zhao Wuji's rock-solid heart actually palpitated slightly.
Finally, he slightly lowered his face. He said respectfully, "This nephew doesn't dare."
"Leave." Lin Laoyao said lightly. His words revealed an unquestionable domineering tone.
"Yes. Second Uncle. "
Zhao Wuji bowed and left the study.
When he turned around, beads of sweat appeared on his back from Lin Laoyao's terrifying aura.
Zhao Wuji shook his head slightly, his heart filled with shock. His second uncle's strength had truly reached an unfathomable level!
After politely sending Zhao Wuji away, Dong Bijun tiptoed upstairs and pushed open the door to the study.
Dong Bijun tidied up the tea set on the table and said softly, "I've seen him off."
"Mm." Lin Laoyao nodded indifferently. Just as Dong Bijun was about to leave, he waved his hand slightly. "Sit for a while."
Dong Bijun was extremely shocked when she heard this.
This was the first time Lin Chaotian had taken the initiative to invite her to sit down and chat since returning home.
Dong Bijun wasn't arrogant, nor did she become arrogant. On the contrary, with her current state of mind. She thought that Lin Chaotian might not be in a good mood. Or perhaps he needed to find someone to chat with.
And in the Lin Family, Dong Bijun might be the only person Lin Chaotian could chat with.
"His name is Zhao Wuji." Lin Chaotian picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. "The adopted son of the Zhao Family. Qiuhan's fiancé. "
Dong Bijun nodded and said softly, "They are indeed a match made in heaven."
Lin Chaotian didn't continue. He continued, "He came to Hua Xia with an order from the Zhao Family to ask me for revenge."
"His request is his business." Dong Bijun heard the meaning in Lin Chaotian's words and her eyes were firm. "Don't do it if you don't want to."
"Why do you think I don't want to do it?" Lin Chaotian looked up and asked Dong Bijun.
"Because —" Dong Bijun hesitated. She was silent for a while. "I don't know either."
Revenge?
This word had never seemed to have any connection with Lin Chaotian.
He was so high and unreachable, and also so high and mighty.
His style, his breadth of mind, his bearing. Dong Bijun didn't know what in the world could make Lin Chaotian take it to heart.
Or, she knew. She just didn't want to believe it.
"The revenge of my father's death is absolutely irreconcilable," Lin Laoyao said word by word. "It's not about whether I want to do it or not. It's about whether I should do it or not. "
"It's about what I should do." I should do it. "Old Monster Lin muttered to himself. Then he looked up at Dong Bijun. "What do you think?"
"If you want to do it, then do it," Dong Bijun said with some struggle.
She didn't want Lin Chaotian to do it. But she also knew that if Lin Laoyao wanted to do it. No one in the world could change his decision.
Of course, Dong Bijun never wanted to change Lin Chaotian. She would always stand on Lin Laoyao's side. No matter whether his decision was right or wrong. No matter what he wanted to do.
"That night, I talked with Lord Ye for a long time. He was very unhappy. He scolded me. "Lin Laoyao's lips hooked up into a strange curve. The corner of his eyes, Smile. "This old man's temper is still so bad."
Dong Bijun didn't hear anything wrong with this sentence. But if Xiao Zheng, Lin Huayin, or even Ye Fenghuang heard it, they would be speechless.
Lord Ye's temper was bad?
Duke Ye was famous for being a benevolent elder! Xiao Zheng had been in contact with him for many years, but he had never seen Lord Ye lose his temper!
And Lin Huayin had lived by Lord Ye's side for more than thirty years, and she had never seen Lord Ye blush.
Bad temper?
Probably only Lin Laoyao, Lord Ye's ex-son-in-law, could give such an evaluation.
"It's good that he's gone. That he won't have to suffer. "Lin Laoyao's smile faded, suddenly becoming grave and stern.
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