Super Rich: Obtained Shares of 100 Billion Group at the Beginning

Chapter 695 Good brother, go with peace of mind

Just when Lu Feng was planning the entertainment festival and preparing to take the top spot in one fell swoop, Zhu Zhengting, who was far away in Shenzhen, finally escaped from danger and woke up from his coma.

However, because the poison was so strong, he felt as if he had lost all consciousness when he woke up.

"Mr. Lu really didn't lie to me. I'm not dead. I just don't know if that guy Zhu Zhenglin is dead now."

"I think he should be dead. After all, I, who took the antidote in advance, have walked through the gates of hell. There is no reason for Zhu Zhenglin to be alive."

Looking at the snow-white ceiling in the ward, Zhu Zhengting was filled with excitement.

Now that Zhu Zhenglin is dead, there will be no obstacles for him in the Zhu family. The position of heir will be his, and no one will ever compete with him for it.

"Zhengting, you finally woke up."

A voice full of surprise sounded, bringing Zhu Zhengting back to his senses.

He looked closely and found that it was his father Zhu Tianyuan who had rushed over.

Zhu Tianyuan hurried into the ward. His tall figure seemed slightly hunched at this moment, and his steps were a little slow.

The hair that was originally combed meticulously now looked a little messy, with a few strands of white hair stubbornly sticking out from the black hair, which was particularly dazzling under the slightly pale light of the ward.

His face looked even more haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were sunken, and there was a circle of dark circles around them, as if they had been stained with thick ink.

The traces of time seemed to be infinitely magnified at this moment, and the whole person exuded an aura of fatigue and old age.

Zhu Zhengting's gaze fell on his father. His tired appearance made his heart move slightly, and a trace of heartache quietly emerged.

But this trace of heartache was fleeting. He secretly told himself in his heart that if he had not taken such decisive measures to get rid of Zhu Zhenglin, he would be the one lying on the hospital bed, hanging by a thread, or even dead. In the face of the struggle for family interests and survival, he could not be soft-hearted.

Zhu Zhengting's lips trembled slightly, and he uttered a few words with difficulty: "Dad, I'm sorry for making you worry." There was a hint of weakness in his voice, as if he would faint in the next second.

He was not pretending. He was really weak at this moment. The poison Lu Feng gave him was too strong. Although he had taken the antidote, the effect of the poison still caused great damage to him.

According to conservative estimates, it will take at least one month to recover to normal.

After hearing what his eldest son said, Zhu Tianyuan's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. His cloudy eyes were filled with gratitude for surviving the disaster and heartache for his son.

He tried his best to suppress the surge of emotions and just said, "As long as you are okay."

Seeing this, a trace of pity flashed across Zhu Zhengting's face again, but he also knew that this was not the time to feel sorry for his father. The most important thing now was to confirm whether Zhu Zhenglin was dead or not.

If Zhu Zhenglin is still alive, it not only means that his assassination attempt has failed, but also means that he will be in a very dangerous state in the future.

"Dad, how is Zhenglin? Is he out of danger?"

Zhu Zhengting pretended to be concerned, but his hands hidden in the quilt unconsciously clutched the quilt, as if this could relieve the tension in his heart.

He stared at his father, afraid that he would hear the news that Zhu Zhenglin was still alive in the next second.

When Zhu Tianyuan heard his son's question, he seemed to have lost all his strength and slowly closed his eyes.

His lips turned pale, and his facial muscles twitched slightly. After a long while, he finally squeezed out a few words from his throat that seemed to be torn apart: "Your brother is dead."

After saying this, his body began to tremble violently, like a dead leaf swaying in the autumn wind.

His hands hung limply at his sides, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have been carved again by the knife of time, and every line was filled with the pain of losing his son that penetrated deep into his bones.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, yet there seemed to be a burning sorrow in them. It was a kind of despair after the most precious thing in life was ruthlessly taken away. The whole person seemed to be submerged in the tide of darkness, immersed in an endless abyss of sorrow.

When Zhu Zhengting heard the news of Zhu Zhenglin's death, he was suddenly filled with ecstasy, as if he had finally seen the light after groping in the darkness for a long time.

But he knew very well that he must not show any sign of it at this moment, so his face instantly changed into an expression of grief.

He raised his hands high and slammed his face with all his might, over and over again, sobbing and complaining:

"It's me who harmed him. It's me who harmed him. If I hadn't suddenly thought of buying him a drink, how could this problem have arisen?"

Seeing this, Zhu Tianyuan seemed to be suddenly awakened, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes. He hurriedly stretched out his veiny and slightly trembling hands to stop him. His voice was filled with tears and a hint of imperceptible helplessness. "It's not your fault. It's the enemy who is too cunning."

When Zhu Zhengting saw his father trying to stop him, he was startled and knew that he couldn't perform too excessively.

After all, he and Zhu Zhenglin have been at odds for a long time, and his father is somewhat aware of this. If he acts too fake, it will inevitably arouse his father's suspicion.

So, he changed the subject, and with the sadness still lingering on his face, he asked, "Dad, have you found any clues?"

When Zhu Tianyuan heard this, his eyes widened in anger, as if there were flames burning in his eyes.

His chest heaved violently, and veins bulged on his forehead like serpentine snakes. "The enemy is too cunning!" he roared, his voice echoing through the ward and making people's eardrums hurt.

"I mobilized all the forces of the Zhu family and searched everywhere, but I still haven't found out who poisoned her!"

He clenched his fists tightly, and his angry look was like that of an enraged lion, wishing he could tear the person who poisoned him into pieces immediately.

Zhu Zhengting breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thanking his lucky stars that there were no clues, so that he would not be implicated.

"Dad, you must find the murderer and avenge Zhenglin."

He continued, his tone full of determination, but there was a barely perceptible hint of relief in his eyes.

Zhu Tianyuan's expression eased a little. Looking at his weak eldest son lying on the hospital bed, he said, "You don't have to worry about this matter. Just have a good rest. I will naturally investigate it thoroughly." Although there was fatigue in his words, his determination was undiminished.

Zhu Zhengting nodded, then closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Zhu Tianyuan thought his son was too weak and immediately left the room.

Little did people know that Zhu Zhengting closed his eyes only because he was worried that he had said too much and was afraid of revealing something.

After Zhu Tianyuan left the ward, Zhu Zhengting opened his eyes again.

"My dear brother, just go with peace of mind. I will find an opportunity to send your mother down there to accompany you."