Chapter 236: Living with your tail between your legs [Seeking subscriptions]

Chen Yongji also spoke with extreme hostility at this time: "This dog... having the Sunyang Group isn't enough? He actually took women out to play so blatantly?"

"Dad."

Chen Xingjun's eyes were full of extreme madness and morbidity: "I want him to die—"

"I want that dog Chen Daojun to die, help me, Dad... I only have you, Dad..."

Chen Xingjun sat on the wheelchair with his whole body tense. Without arms and legs, his torso trembled violently, and the veins on his head bulged because of anger.

His red eyes looked at Chen Yongji with pleading. Now he was a complete waste, and the only person he could rely on was his father.

Chen Yongji looked at his son's disabled appearance, and he also hated Chen Daojun to the core.

If it weren't for him suddenly showing his face in front of the old man and gaining the old man's love, his son would have had a great achievement in the Sunyang Group.

At that time, his own status would also rise with the tide.

Now he was living with his tail between his legs in the company, and his son was disabled in all four limbs, and couldn't even be a man. All of this was because of that little bastard Chen Daojun.

How could he not hate?

How could he not be angry?

How could he not resent?

But... now the person in charge of the Sunyang Group was Chen Daojun.

The influence of himself and his son had been whittled away to almost nothing by Chen Daojun over this period of time.

"I know."

Chen Yongji lovingly stroked his son's head: "I know Xingjun is bitter and hateful in his heart!"

"Don't worry, I will avenge this for you sooner or later."

"When the time comes, Dad will throw that dog Chen Daojun beside you, and you can torture him however you want," Chen Yongji said in a flat tone full of bone-deep ruthlessness.

"I knew Dad was the best to me." Chen Xingjun's expression, which was full of hatred just now, suddenly became happy.

"I only have you as a son, if I'm not good to you, who should I be good to?" Chen Yongji said this from the heart.

Although he had used Chen Xingjun in his heart, he was still his own flesh and blood.

Now Chen Xingjun's appearance of not being human or ghost also made him feel very distressed.

"Dad, that matter... how is your plan going?" Chen Xingjun asked all the servants serving around to retreat.

The large living room was left with only him and Chen Yongji, and the bodyguards brought by Chen Yongji were also guarding the door.

So Chen Xingjun wasn't afraid that walls had ears and that what they were saying would leak.

"It’s in the planning stages."

Chen Yongji’s eyes flashed with a hint of caution as he pondered for a moment before speaking to his son.

Deep down, he still didn't trust his son; after all, letting Chen Xingjun know too much in his current state might lead him to act impulsively.

There was only one chance.

Chen Yongji had to ensure there were no mistakes.

"Father... do you not trust me?"

Chen Xingjun asked in a shrill voice. He had lost his limbs and his roots, but that didn't mean his brain wasn't working well.

He was very clear that the defensiveness and caution that had flashed in his father’s eyes just now were directed at him.

Thinking that even his closest relative was guarding against him, Chen Xingjun’s mood suddenly became restless again.

Chen Xingjun’s sudden shrill questioning made Chen Yongji feel instantly as if those words were like a venomous snake suddenly spitting its tongue at him, sinister and cold.

"That’s not it, Xingjun."

Chen Yongji hurriedly spoke up: "Father wants to get everything settled properly before telling you."

"It’s not planned yet, is it? I was afraid you’d feel disappointed if you heard, so I didn't tell you."

"I knew you would overthink it."

Chen Yongji immediately refuted the thoughts he was hiding and turned the tables on him.

"Really?"

He was his father after all; although Chen Xingjun was skeptical in his words, he already believed Chen Yongji’s words in his heart.

"You are my only son; how could I possibly lie to you?"

Chen Yongji’s brow furrowed as he continued: "If Father weren't doing this for you, I would never have agreed to this plan. If it were exposed, Father would certainly have no place to be buried in front of the Old Man."

Seeing his son’s expression soften, Chen Yongji struck while the iron was hot: "I want to avenge you, Xingjun!"

Chen Yongji even felt his eye sockets turn slightly red at the emotional part, and his lips were trembling.

"I’m sorry, Father, I was too sensitive to even doubt you."

Under Chen Yongji’s silver-tongued persuasion, the last trace of doubt in Chen Xingjun’s heart vanished instantly.

He lowered his head in regret, not daring to look directly into his father’s eyes.

This also caused him to miss the flash of luck in his father’s eyes. At this moment, Chen Yongji continued in a low voice: "This matter is very difficult to handle; that little brat’s guard against us is truly too high."

"So I want to find a good opportunity to invite him out."

"I originally planned for these two days, but that brat went out to sea for a vacation; it seems he won't be back for at least ten days or so."

Chen Yongji sighed with regret.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xingjun's eyes lit up and he said: "Dad, I have a way."

"Oh?"

Chen Yongji knew that his son had always been full of ideas; if his suggestion was better, he wouldn't mind giving it a try.

Immediately, Chen Yongji called a servant to bring a cup of hot milk for Chen Xingjun and placed it gently in front of him.

When Chen Xingjun wanted to drink it later, Chen Yongji, as a father, would feed it to him.

"Let's hear it."

"Dad, do you still have people under your command?" Chen Xingjun's eyes stared straight at Chen Yongji.

Chen Yongji was instantly unnerved by his son's stare: "Yes, there is still one group."

"Now that this dog brat Chen Daojun is exposing his location with such fanfare, isn't this a good piece of news and a good opportunity for us?"

"Xingjun, what do you mean...?"

Chen Yongji did not expect his son to come up with such a mutually destructive method.

As soon as this 813 plan is formed, regardless of whether the group of people under him kills Chen Daojun or not, that group of people can absolutely no longer be used, because the old man will definitely follow the vine to find him.

"This way, Dad doesn't have to be humble and go call that dog brat, and also have to put down your status as an uncle to invite him to a family gathering."

"The best part is... the ocean can make a person die silently." The ruthlessness revealed in Chen Xingjun's eyes actually made Chen Yongji feel a tremor in his heart.

"This..."

"But the people under Dad are already the last batch. If the matter fails, then we will have no one left to use in the future."

"I wonder if you have thought about this consequence, Xingjun?" To cover up his previous loss of composure, Chen Yongji picked up the milk and fed it into Chen Xingjun's mouth.

"Dad... cough~ Dad, but have you ever thought that if it succeeds, wouldn't Sunyang Group be yours for the taking?"

Chen Xingjun did not see the loss of composure in his father's eyes, but continued to talk about his plan.

And the more he spoke, the more insane his expression became: "By then, no matter how angry or furious the old man is, it will be of no use. He won't even be able to fish out Chen Daojun's corpse!"

"Because... by then, Chen Daojun will have stones tied to his body, sleeping forever on the seabed, left for the fish to gnaw on."

"And in South Korea, no one will ever target us father and son again." Chen Xingjun smacked his lips.

"It's just a pity that I won't be able to see Chen Daojun gasping for breath in front of me."

Chen Xingjun's mouth hooked into a bloodthirsty and morbid smile: "However... as long as he is dead, I will be very happy."

"What do you think? Dad!" Only then did Chen Xingjun realize that his father had been silent the whole time he was saying these things.

This made him feel very uncomfortable in his heart, thinking that Dad was reluctant to part with the last group of men and did not want to take revenge for him.

"Dad???"

Chen Xingjun had no hands, so naturally he could not shake Chen Yongji, and could only call out to his father in a shrill voice.

"Ah?"

Chen Yongji was thinking about whether this method was feasible or not when he was startled by his son's shrill and sinister voice.

"Dad is listening!"

Chen Yongji put down the milk in his hand, but the slightly rippling milk in the cup betrayed his inner unrest.

Now Chen Xingjun wanted to sacrifice his own group of elite men just for his own selfish desires.

This... was the price a bit too high? Chen Yongji couldn't help but ask himself in his heart.

"Then how does Dad feel about my proposal?" Chen Xingjun asked, pressing step by step.

"Xingjun, this proposal is very good, but Dad still needs to consider it carefully."

"After all... this involves our last line of defense."

Chen Yongji looked at Chen Xingjun with a slightly evasive expression; he hoped his son could understand his thoughts.

"Dad—"

Chen Xingjun did not expect his father to refuse him, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.

"Do you not want to take revenge for me anymore?"

"My proposal is clearly so good, so perfect, why don't you agree?"

"Chen Daojun is now in the ocean; as long as Dad sends a group of people to secretly assassinate him, we can completely get rid of Chen Daojun without anyone knowing."

"When Grandpa asks about it later, we can blame it on Chen Daojun being too ostentatious by taking women out to play, acting too arrogantly, and thus inviting this disaster."

Chen Xingjun's tone contained hatred and anger as he continued: "As for Chen Daojun's corpse, we can make it even more perfect, directly making it so the seabed search and rescue team cannot find the body. That way, there will be no proof of death on the old man's side."

"This way, Dad, you will be the final heir to Sunyang Group!"

"Do you want to be stepped on by that little brat for the rest of your life and never be able to turn things around?"

As Chen Yongji's son, how could Chen Xingjun not know what he wanted most?