Chapter 735: Chapter 735

The hotel lobby bustled with people coming and going.

This was foreign territory, and discretion was necessary. Gu Nuan had reason to believe that not a single passerby recognized the Xiao Family father and son.

Xiao Jianming was the wealthiest man in his home country, but abroad, foreigners might not recognize the wealthy magnates of other nations, much like how people knew only of their own country’s richest and the world’s richest.

Such a scene seemed to effectively conceal what could have been an embarrassingly awkward incident.

The crowd, oblivious, weaved between the old crocodile and the great white, like a waterfall that never ceased.

In the flickering gaps between people, it was hard to imagine what the father and son facing each other were truly seeing in one another.

Uncle Tang couldn’t help but recall the last unpleasant exchange between the father and son in the Changda chairman’s office, which had directly led to the current situation, making one feel anxious about this unexpected encounter all over again.

Moreover, the crux of the previous dispute had now manifested right at the scene.

Gu Nuan stood quietly behind Xiao Jianming, her presence seemingly non-existent.

Xiao Jianming seemed especially aware of her quietness and glanced at her face as he turned his head.

Gu Nuan’s thoughts were actually quite simple, she may or may not be the focus of the conflict, but like the clever father and son, they should clearly understand that all external factors were just excuses. The real knots in their hearts could only be untied by the parties involved—after all, the wool always comes from the sheep itself.

She, Gu Nuan, did not have the ability to make the father and son truly harbor resentment towards each other.

"Let’s go," said Xiao Jianming as he turned and walked forward with Uncle Tang.

Gu Nuan stood still, her head slightly lowered as if respectfully seeing off her father-in-law.

Xiao Jianming walked eastward, brushing past his son at a distance, and upon reaching the elevator, he boarded it to head to Mrs. Zhao’s room.

When Uncle Tang pressed the elevator button for Xiao Jianming, he nervously glanced at Xiao Jianming’s expression.

Xiao Jianming, who hadn’t said a word to his son, what was he thinking? The old crocodile stood silently in the elevator, as if about to close his eyes for a nap, maintaining a meditative posture until the elevator dinged and opened.

The moment Xiao Jianming opened his eyes, Uncle Tang turned his head away in fright.

The sharpness that spread when the old crocodile opened his eyes still inspired fear in everyone.

Knowing Xiao Jianming had arrived at the hotel, Zhao Zirong hurried to the stairwell to greet him in place of his parents.

"Father-in-law," said Zhao Zirong, bowing respectfully, his demeanor filled with something akin to remorse.

Having failed to protect his wife, the son-in-law naturally felt tremendous pressure in front of his father-in-law.

Xiao Jianming glanced at the top of his head and asked only, "Where are your parents?"

"They are both waiting in my mother’s room," replied Zhao Zirong.

The two men then walked to the room where Mrs. Zhao received guests.

Inside, Mr. Zhao immediately stood up upon seeing Xiao Jianming.

Xiao Jianming stepped into the room and shook hands with Mr. Zhao.

"You’ve had a long journey," said Mr. Zhao.

His voice was low and tinged with a certain weathered quality. Google seaʀᴄh 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥

Mrs. Zhao sat in a chair, her brows dipped slightly, her facial expression sadness barely contained within.

Xiao Jianming’s aged eyes scanned their faces and said, "This matter can’t be entirely blamed on Zirong, Shumei herself is also largely at fault."

Hearing his father-in-law take this stance, Zhao Zirong felt a sudden choke in his throat. Perhaps he was thinking that no matter what was said, his wife lay between life and death while he was perfectly fine.