yournovel Chapter 52 Deceiving Dad
Chapter 52 Deceiving Dad
Kim Jisoo walked to the door and opened it.
gone.
The door wasn't closed.
The wind blew in from the corridor.
Li Zhengyi sat in the chair, without moving.
Then the footsteps returned.
Kim Jisoo reappeared at the door, carrying a thermal lunchbox.
She came in and placed the lunchbox on the table.
"Oppa, remember to eat well."
After saying that, she turned and left.
This time, he's really gone.
The footsteps descended the stairs, growing fainter and fainter until they finally disappeared into the alley.
Li Zhengyi sat in the chair, maintaining the same posture as before, without moving for a long time.
The motion-activated lights in the corridor went out.
The room was plunged into darkness.
He sat in the darkness, looking at the insulated lunchbox on the table, and slowly exhaled.
"This girl."
He stood up, walked to the table, and opened his lunchbox.
It's still warm.
The top layer is rice, packed tightly, and the grains are still steaming.
Next to it were egg rolls cut into small pieces, neatly arranged.
Next to the egg roll were several pieces of stir-fried beef, the sauce already soaked into the rice.
There were also a few florets of chilled broccoli in the corner, sprinkled with sesame seeds, and they looked surprisingly good.
Hidden in the bottom compartment is a small card.
It's a four-panel selfie of my life.
In the photo, Kim Jisoo is wearing a trainee's tracksuit, making a peace sign at the camera, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
There's also a picture of her pouting and pretending to be angry.
There's also one where he looks angry.
The last picture shows someone making a heart shape with their hands.
On the back of the photo, a few lines of text were written in ballpoint pen.
"Jungil oppa, you have to take good care of yourself. Jisoo is really worried about you."
A red emoticon was drawn at the very end.
T_T
A crying face.
Li Zheng looked at the photo for a while, then flipped it over, then flipped it back over, and finally put it on the table.
"Silly girl."
He had just finished saying those three words when his newly bought phone rang.
The replacement SIM card still has the original number.
It's normal for acquaintances to call.
Without thinking much, he answered the call.
"Hello, who is it?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Then a man's voice rang out.
"I am your father."
Li Zhengyi fell silent.
downstairs.
Two beams of headlights lit up.
A black Mercedes-Benz S-Class had stopped in front of the convenience store at some point.
The engine was still running, and the headlights pierced the dim alleyways of Kowloon Village.
Two men in dark gray suits got out of the car.
Not the kind of bodyguard in a black suit wearing a headset.
It's something more advanced.
He wore a crisp gray suit with the CJ Group logo pinned to his lapel, his pace neither fast nor slow, his face expressionless.
President's Secretariat.
The entire CJ Group's top executives avoided them whenever they saw them.
Legally authorized, directly under the president.
The two went up to the third floor, stood at Li Zhengyi's door, and bowed slightly.
"Third Young Master, the Chairman requests your presence."
The language used was polite, but the tone revealed no respect whatsoever.
Li Zhengyi looked at the two people.
Then he smiled.
It's time to come.
After going downstairs, Uncle Cui stood at the entrance of the convenience store, looking worried.
"Zhengyi, what's going on?"
Behind him was the girl in the green work uniform.
Uncle Cui's daughter.
Her name seems to be Choi Ye-na.
She stood at the doorway, holding a packet of instant noodles that hadn't yet been put on the shelf, staring blankly at this side.
The imposing presence of the two men in gray suits silenced the entire alley.
As Li Zhengyi passed by Uncle Cui, he smiled and comforted him.
"Uncle Cui, don't worry, it'll feel just like coming home."
He was telling the truth.
He had never told Uncle Cui about his family background, and Uncle Cui had never asked.
This time, we went to the family mansion.
The place where he grew up.
In a sense, it really is like going home.
But this home is colder than hell.
The back seats of the Mercedes are spacious, and the genuine leather feels comfortable to the touch.
Li Zhengyi leaned back in the back seat, watching Kowloon Village gradually disappear from the car window.
He went over the plan in his mind.
Lee Woo-bin's faked death.
The wailing at a funeral.
Every word he uttered was designed to lure his older brother into a trap.
All of this revolves around one person.
His father.
Lee Jae-hyun.
Chairman of CJ Group
A business tycoon.
He remained expressionless the entire time when he kicked his grandfather out of the board of directors.
It took them ten years to turn a dying company back into a top conglomerate on the Korean Peninsula.
Even if he has liver cancer now and relies on medication every day, this man is definitely not someone like Li Chenghao who could pull off such a scam.
The second brother, Li Yubin, is at best a weakling, the kind who has no right to inherit the throne.
The eldest brother, Li Chenghao, is at best a Yuan Tan; he has some ability, but his vision is limited.
Their father, the figure most similar to them, was Cao Cao.
He is ruthless and decisive, suspicious and deep, and you can never guess what he will do next.
The difficulty of putting on an act in front of Cao Cao can be imagined.
Throughout the entire Three Kingdoms period, there were very few people who could trick Cao Cao.
And that's what he's about to do.
Li Zhengyi looked at his reflection in the car window and slowly organized his thoughts.
The fake death was fake.
The plane jump is real.
It's true that Lee Woo-bin is still alive.
It's true that his older brother framed him.
At least, it's highly likely to be true.
His plan was simple.
Everything he said is true.
I just won't say the whole story.
As long as you don't lie, you won't be seen through.
It sounds simple.
But the other party was Lee Jae-hyun.
A person who has been in the business world for thirty years and can read secrets from anyone's eyes.
The Mercedes turned onto the expressway leading to the north of the city.
Outside the car window, the night view of Seoul began to unfold.
Li Zhengyi closed his eyes.
Slow down your breathing.
It helps stabilize your heartbeat.
Make the expression blank.
Entering the state.
The Mercedes was parked in front of the mansion.
As soon as Li Zheng got out of the car, he looked up and glanced at the scene.
I haven't been back for three years.
It looks exactly the same as when he left.
The exterior walls are made of gray granite, the pine trees are meticulously trimmed, and the words "Li Residence" are engraved on the bronze doorplate.
Two men in gray suits were standing at the door; they weren't the two who were supposed to greet him, but two other men.
When they saw Li Zhengyi, they showed no expression, but simply stepped aside to make way.
One of them gestured.
"Young Master, over here."
Third Young Master
When they say this, it's no different from saying "feed that person".
Li Zhengyi followed them through the entrance hall and up the stairs.
The lights in the corridor were dimly lit.
The family photos on the wall were blurry in the shadows, with only black frames visible.
He remembers the location of every photo.
A family portrait, a photo of the father and his three sons, the last set of photos taken before the mother passed away.
However, all the photos of him that exist now have been replaced.
That's really thorough.
Their steps did not stop.
The man in the gray suit stopped in front of the door at the end of the second-floor corridor.
Li Zhengyi recognized the door.
His room.
The room he lived in for more than ten years.
What does that mean?
Weren't we talking in Dad's study?
The man in the gray suit pushed open the door and gestured for someone to come in.