Chapter 592: 588. The 'Last Meal' Prepared for Oneself (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets)

Mu Weiguo was cooking at this moment; he didn't look like the father of a billionaire at all, just like an ordinary retired old man.

The doorbell rang, and Mu Weiguo shouted, "Wait a moment, coming right away."

Turning the heat down, Mu Weiguo trotted over to open the door; it was evident that his health was still quite good.

When he saw who was standing outside the door, Mu Weiguo was stunned, then sighed and said, "Mr. Zhang, you've come?"

"Long time no see, Uncle Mu," Zhang Ran said with a smile.

"Yes, it really has been a long time," Mu Weiguo said softly.

"Won't you invite me in to sit for a while?" Zhang Ran gestured with his eyes.

Mu Weiguo hurriedly said, "Please, come in."

However, when he saw He Yong following him in, Mu Weiguo said with a smile, "Is Mr. Zhang still afraid of me?"

"If you had the chance, Uncle Mu, would you finish me off?" Zhang Ran asked in return.

Mu Weiguo was silent for a moment and said, "Mr. Zhang, you are overthinking it; you are a benefactor to our family."

Zhang Ran chuckled and stopped talking, instead looking at the dishes on the table, and said with feigned surprise, "This dinner of yours is quite sumptuous, Uncle Mu, not bad at all."

"Let's eat a bit together; I just happened to be in a good mood today and wanted to eat something good," Mu Weiguo said nonchalantly.

Zhang Ran actually sat down and said with a smile, "Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Mu Weiguo was stunned, then said, "Then should I go in and stir-fry two more dishes?"

"That would be too much trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Such an occasion didn't look like enemies meeting at all; instead, it looked more like old friends reuniting.

Soon, Mu Weiguo finished cooking the dishes, brought them up, fetched the prepared wine, and said with a smile, "Have a drink?"

Zhang Ran nodded readily and said, "Must have a drink."

Mu Weiguo said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid I might have poisoned it?"

"Did you foresee in advance that I would come today?" Zhang Ran asked with a smile.

"No, I couldn't guess Mr. Zhang's thoughts," Mu Weiguo said honestly; he really hadn't guessed that Zhang Ran would come over this evening.

Zhang Ran said with a smile, "Then what do I have to worry about?"

After saying this, he took the initiative to open the wine and poured it for both of them; He Yong didn't eat, just sat on the sofa, bored, watching television.

And the news on the television was precisely about the battle between Zhang Ran and Mu Jinyuan, but the two people at the dining table acted as if they hadn't heard it.

After eating a few bites, Zhang Ran suddenly said, "Is Uncle Mu still resenting me for the matter of putting something in the food back then?"

Mu Weiguo first shook his head, then nodded and said, "I didn't before, and as you said previously, this decision was something our whole family agreed to, so there is nothing to resent."

Zhang Ran asked curiously, "Then why did you resent it later?"

Mu Weiguo took a sip of wine and sighed, "What else could it be? Of course, it's because we have money now; in my heart, I want my children and grandchildren to fill the house, I want the wealth to be passed down, and for the descendants to live good lives."

Heh, actually, when it comes down to it, it's still caused by money. Even though I know this money isn't ours and our family shouldn't have taken it, I still resent you in my heart."

"Mr. Zhang, don't you think these things are strange? I used to hate people like this the most, thinking that such people didn't even have the most basic qualities of a human being—'returning evil for good' is putting it mildly—but I still developed such thoughts and became the person I least wanted to be. Don't you think this is very strange?"

Zhang Ran said with a smile, "How does that saying go? Right, it's that people eventually end up living as the person they least wanted to become."

"Makes sense. Have a drink?" Mu Weiguo said, raising his glass.

Zhang Ran said with a smile, "Then let's have a drink."

Immediately, the two drank it all in one gulp. Even when talking about such things, there wasn't the slightest bit of unusual emotion in their words or the atmosphere; there was only reflection.

Then the two began to chat about some things from the past. When they spoke of happy things, they both laughed out loud, appearing very happy—the kind that was truly happy, not faked.

The meal lasted an hour and a half, and the dishes on the table were basically finished by the two of them, which showed that Zhang Ran's appetite was also very good today.

"Uncle Mu's skills are still as good as ever," Zhang Ran said, rubbing his stomach.

Mu Weiguo said with a smile, "If Mr. Zhang likes it, you can come over to eat anytime."

Zhang Ran sighed and said, "It's a pity that I want to eat, but Uncle Mu doesn't want to cook anymore."

Mu Weiguo indicated that he didn't understand and said, "What do you mean by that, Mr. Zhang? Don't look at me as being old now; at the very least, I can still live for a few more years, and cooking is still no problem."

Zhang Ran smiled and pointed at the dishes on the table, saying, "This was prepared by Uncle Mu for yourself, right?"

"Uh... of course, I didn't know you would come over," Mu Weiguo seemed not to understand Zhang Ran's meaning.

"Heh, Uncle Mu, since I've come, I've guessed what you would do. This is your 'last meal' prepared for yourself, right? How many days have you been preparing?" Zhang Ran said with a smile.

Mu Weiguo was silent. He looked quietly at Zhang Ran in front of him without speaking.

After a long time, Mu Weiguo sighed and said, "Two days. For these two days, I've eaten this well every day."

He didn't deny Zhang Ran's words, which meant that these dishes were indeed the 'last meal' he had prepared for himself.

Zhang Ran wasn't surprised at all; since he had come, it meant he had guessed this.

"How did Uncle Mu know I was going to make a move in these two days?" Zhang Ran was truly a bit curious. Apart from himself and Qiu Qianyang—oh right, plus He Yong—no one else actually knew the specific time.

Mu Weiguo said, "It's not hard to guess; you were never the type of person who likes to procrastinate."

"Alright, let me ask one thing: can doing this really help Mu Jinyuan reverse his decline?" Zhang Ran asked.

Mu Weiguo said calmly, "Perhaps. At the very least, it can buy him some time."

"Then how did you guess that I would use a public opinion offensive?" Zhang Ran said.

"Is that hard to guess?" Mu Weiguo asked in return.

"Alright, it's not hard to guess." Zhang Ran shook his head; it was they who thought about things too complexly.

Mu Weiguo just wanted to use his own death to help Mu Jinyuan resolve this wave of crisis. To say nothing else, if the father of a dignified super-billionaire was forced to death by Zhang Ran's offensive, no matter what, everyone would feel some sympathy for Mu Jinyuan. This was Mu Weiguo's intention.

By then, Zhang Ran's public opinion would have no effect, and it might even make people feel that he was too heartless, which was not a good thing.

Mu Weiguo had actually made preparations long ago. During the New Year's Eve dinner, when he told Mu Jinyuan not to resent anyone, he was actually telling him that no matter what, he shouldn't resent Zhang Ran, and that Zhang Ran was even taking the blame for him.