Chapter 197: What Is Yours, I Will Help You Take Back

Hearing Liu Dazhuang's words, Lin Dazhi carefully looked him over a few times.

After looking, he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.

Li Hui was such a gentle and beautiful woman; how could the son she gave birth to not resemble her at all?

Could it be that the genes of ugly people are particularly powerful?

Looking at that flat face which was seventy percent similar to Liu Haibo's, Lin Dazhi silently shook his head.

He walked to Li Hui's tombstone, placed a bouquet of flowers on the stone platform, then took the incense, candles, paper money, and offerings from the hands of the women, and set them out one by one.

Seeing this man with such a powerful aura walk over, Liu Dazhuang was so scared that he immediately gave up his spot. Watching him pay his respects there, he didn't dare to speak.

Don't let his fierce appearance fool you; he was actually a complete coward. In reality, he was just a laborer carrying bags at a freight company, with no real skills.

While cleaning Li Hui's tombstone, Lin Dazhi asked casually, "You just said your stepmother won't give you your share of the property and even hired people to beat you—what's that about?"

Upon hearing this, anger and grievance immediately surfaced on Liu Dazhuang's face, and he hurriedly told the story of what he had encountered over the past two days.

"That group of people beat me and told me they were from the Li Family, warning me not to mention dividing the house again, or they'd beat me every time they saw me. I know I can't afford to provoke that group, but this house was left to me by my mother, I, I~~~~" Liu Dazhuang's eyes turned red again as he said this.

He turned his back to Lin Dazhi, secretly wiped away his tears, and looked stubbornly into the distance.

"How is your relationship with your father?" Lin Dazhi asked suddenly.

"My father is a bastard! My mother died of anger precisely because he was messing around outside. Ever since my mother died, I haven't spoken to him, and I haven't returned to that home!" Hearing Lin Dazhi's words, Liu Dazhuang said through gritted teeth.

"Then do you miss your mother?" Lin Dazhi continued to ask.

"How could I not? In this world, only my mother was good to me. After she left, no one cared about me anymore. By the way, who... who exactly are you? Why did you come to visit my mother's grave?" Liu Dazhuang asked.

"I am a friend of your mother's. We haven't been in touch for many years, and I only just found out about her situation recently. Regarding what you just said, I will look into it when I go back. If it is truly as you said, I will help you get back the property that belongs to you."

As Lin Dazhi spoke to him, his gaze remained fixed on Li Hui's photo on the tombstone. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt as if Li Hui were smiling at him.

"Next Qingming, I will come to see you again."

Lin Dazhi took one more look at Li Hui's photo and said silently in his heart.

The next moment, he stood up and left, walking toward the bottom of the mountain.

"Ruolan, ask what is going on right now," Lin Dazhi instructed indifferently.

"Yes, Brother!" Hearing Lin Dazhi's words, Meng Ruolan did not dare to delay; she took out her phone and called Li Yongquan directly.

"Hello? Auntie, is... is something the matter?" Li Yongquan on the other end of the line was panting, as if he were in the middle of some intense exercise.

"Is Zhou Yue still with you?" Meng Ruolan asked directly.

"Huh?" Hearing his aunt's words, Li Yongquan on the other end looked down at Zhou Yue beneath him, stunned for a few seconds before saying, "Yeah, she's still with me."

"The man she was married to before, named Liu Haibo—how was the property left behind after he died divided? Who has the house now?" Meng Ruolan asked.

"Huh? Wh... what Liu Haibo, what house?" Hearing his aunt's question, Li Yongquan was stunned.

"Liu Haibo? Why is our aunt asking about him?" Zhou Yue asked beneath him, puzzled. Her tone was normal; compared to how she had been acting like she was dying just a moment ago, it was as if she were a different person.

One can only say that women are natural actors in this regard; Li Yongquan, who was only at the level of a toothpick brother, had always thought he was amazingly strong in that area under the halo of his wealth, to the point where he would often tell his women, "Mine is a bit big, bear with it."

Hearing Zhou Yue ask him, Li Yongquan finally remembered that Liu Haibo was her dead husband from before.

Thinking that, including himself, this woman was already "third-hand goods," Li Yongquan couldn't help but feel some disgust. If it weren't for the sake of taking revenge on Lin Dazhi, he wouldn't have the slightest interest in this kind of trash!

"My aunt is asking if Liu Haibo's house is in your hands now," Li Yongquan asked, feeling a bit strange inside.

It was just a crappy house; how much could it be worth? Why would his aunt think to ask about this?

"It is, why?" Hearing Li Yongquan's words, Zhou Yue was also a bit surprised. Young Master Li was the future head of the Li Family, with a net worth of hundreds of millions and power; why would he pay attention to such a small matter?

Li Yongquan ignored her and told her answer directly to his aunt, Meng Ruolan.

On the other end of the phone, Meng Ruolan faintly heard the two people's conversation, frowned, and asked, "Are you with that woman right now?"

"Ah... yes, Auntie, we are together," Li Yongquan said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Bring her to Shangcheng Huafu No. 6 Courtyard immediately. I have something I need to ask you in person!" Meng Ruolan asked in an unquestionable tone, and after speaking, she hung up the phone directly.

On the other side, Li Yongquan looked at the hung-up phone, stunned.

"Darling, what's wrong?" Zhou Yue asked coquettishly, wrapping her arms around Li Yongquan's neck.

"My aunt wants us to go find her right now, says she has something to ask," Li Yongquan said as he got up.

"Ah? I... do I have to go too?" Zhou Yue asked, feeling a bit nervous.

She had heard Li Yongquan mention this aunt of his; it was said that she had eyes and ears everywhere, and even Li Yongquan had to obey her every word. She had met this woman once at the Imperial Capital Workers' Stadium, and that powerful aura had been so oppressive she could barely breathe.

Thinking that she would have to see her in a moment, Zhou Yue inexplicably felt a bit guilty.

"Yes, my aunt said to bring you along. Don't just stand there, hurry up and get up to get dressed!" Li Yongquan instructed while quickly putting on his clothes.

"Oh, oh, okay." Hearing Li Yongquan's words, Zhou Yue didn't dare to delay and hurriedly got out of bed to scramble into her clothes.

Ten-plus minutes later, under Li Yongquan's repeated urging, Zhou Yue, having barely managed to tidy herself up enough to go out, followed Li Yongquan into his Mercedes-Maybach.

The car drove out of the villa area and headed toward the city center.

As they drove, Zhou Yue realized something was wrong.

Why was this road so familiar?

"Young Master Li, where is our aunt waiting for us?" Zhou Yue asked.

Hearing her phrasing, Li Yongquan frowned and interrupted, "Don't say 'our,' that is my aunt."

"I'm sorry, Young Master Li, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Zhou Yue was so frightened by Li Yongquan's words that she apologized repeatedly.

"Shangcheng Huafu, No. 6 Courtyard. I really don't know why Auntie chose this place; I remember she doesn't have a house here," Li Yongquan said, feeling a bit strange.

"Ah? Shangcheng Huafu No. 6 Courtyard?" Hearing Li Yongquan's words, Zhou Yue was dumbfounded.