$629 Minimalist Acknowledgement
Chen Pingan put down the justice cup, lit a small cigar and pushed the document bag aside.
Fang Junhong stared at the document bag, his heart seemed to be grabbed and his whole body was trembling.
After taking a deep breath, he reached out with trembling hands to pick up the document bag and opened it.
Chen Pingan held a cigar in one hand and a tea cup in the other, observing Fang Junhong's expression.
His tightly pursed lips and red eyes revealed his nervous mood at this time.
Chen Ping'an was slightly stunned, "Sure enough, Mr. Fang cares more about my half-brother!"
Fang Junhong's hand paused slightly, then opened the document bag.
What was pulled out was ordinary printing paper, but the photo on it was clear enough.
There aren't many photos.
He looked at them one by one.
Then he put down the paper, picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.
Chen Pingan looked at Fang Junhong through the smoke and said softly: "The photos were taken a few days ago, and my people did not touch them."
Fang Junhong watched him pour himself another cup of tea, remained silent for a moment and said, "What exactly do you want to do?"
Chen Pingan waved his hand.
"If I want to kill them, it's very simple."
He stared at Fang Junhong's stern eyes and said, "There are a few questions you need to answer, and there is one more thing you need to do."
Fang Junhong sneered, but said nothing.
"No matter what, you are my biological father." Chen Pingan said calmly, "But I really want to know how I lost it back then!"
Fang Junhong's heart suddenly tightened, his hand moved slightly, and then calmed down.
“Only you know about this.
I checked the files from that year and sent people to interview all the nurses from that year. "
Chen Pingan stared into his eyes and said slowly.
"When my mother Zhao Wei gave birth to me, Qin Bailian also lived in the Maternal and Child Health Hospital.
The two people's wards were just up and down stairs.
These are matters between your elders, I don't care.
If you don't tell me the truth, I will have them taken to the sea now. "
Fang Junhong's face flashed with anger, and then he suppressed it again.
"Besides this, do you have any other questions? Ask them together and I will answer them for you!"
He gritted his teeth and said word by word.
Chen Pingan shook his head, "Answer my first question first."
Fang Junhong lowered his eyes slightly, and the memories from 20 years ago came to his mind.
Back then, although he was utilitarian when he pursued Qin Bailian, Qin Bailian was more than one level better than Zhao Wei in terms of figure and appearance.
Moreover, what pleased him the most was that before Qin Lang went in, Qin Bailian didn't have many of the problems of a young lady despite her unusual status and background.
When Qin Lang couldn't visit him for several years after he entered, Qin Bailian regarded him as his god and completely relied on him.
The little bird clings to people, and some deliberately flatters them.
In Qin Bailian, he regained his confidence as a man.
If it weren't for his father's marriage to the Zhao family, he would not have married Zhao Wei.
If Qin Bailian hadn't had several miscarriages before, he would have been a little worried about whether he could have a son, let alone marry Zhao Wei.
After almost ten years like this, he not only received US$2 million from Qin Peihua, but also received support from the Fang family and Zhao family, and the company gradually got better and better.
Hong Jun was Qin Bailian's first child who was successfully pregnant and delivered, and he was still a son. Of course, he was more cautious.
After Fang Pingan was born, Qin Bailian was very depressed after learning from the nurse that Zhao Wei had given birth to a son.
He not only had to comfort Zhao Wei, who had just given birth to his son, but also Qin Bailian, who was about to give birth.
When Qin Bailian used the wealth that Qin Peihua took away as a threat, his heart moved.
Fang Pingan is his eldest son, his first son.
To say he is unhappy would be an absolute lie.
But Qin Bailian also has a son in her belly, and the Qin family's wealth is nearly 100 billion. As long as Qin Bailian can be stabilized and Qin Lang's grandson is born, it will be possible to find a way to get it.
Seeing Qin Bailian, a pregnant woman who was about to give birth, crying, he couldn't help but burst out: "I won't have that child, don't worry."
But then, Qin Bailian asked him to kill the child.
He had just given birth to his son, and he didn't even know whether Qin Bailian would give birth smoothly. How could he be willing to directly kill his eldest son?
In desperation, he stole Fang Ping'an and sent it to the entrance of the orphanage. After watching the child being carried in, he donated 1 million to the orphanage.
In the blink of an eye, 20 years have passed.
That kid not only ruined his family, he ruined his career!
Not to mention killing him as the only bargaining chip to obtain the Qin family's wealth, the current situation in which he is alone is all the fault of the young man in front of him!
In an instant, he reviewed history in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he gritted his teeth and said coldly:
"I took you out of the hospital nursery with my own hands and threw you at the door of the orphanage.
The reason why I didn't strangle you directly was because I was afraid of affecting Hong Jun. "
Chen Ping'an sat motionless across from him, and blue smoke curled up to separate the two people's sight.
"Why?"
After a long time, Chen Pingan asked dullly.
Fang Junhong suddenly laughed.
“If you were a daughter, I could still keep you.
How could I keep you and Hongjun to compete for family property in the future? "
Chen Pingan let out a long breath, looked up at Fang Junhong and asked: "Don't you think this is unfair to me?"
"Hahahaha...fair?" Fang Junhong laughed, "There has never been fairness in this world. Only those grassroots people would expect fairness.
You can say such things, I really doubt whether you are stupid!"
Chen Pingan was silent again.
Indeed.
There has never been fairness in this world.
Even those who uphold justice say that the weak are born to be oppressed.
Not to mention these rich people.
Isn't it the same in the family?
Why is there a branch?
"Tell me, what do you want to let them go!" Fang Junhong said coldly.
Chen Pingan shook his head, "My people haven't touched them yet.
But you just taught me one thing, that is, there is no fairness in this world.
So I plan to let the kid named Fang Hongye be a poor man, a grassroots, and experience what unfairness is for his whole life."
Throwing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, he lit another cigar and continued: "My people will always keep an eye on the girl named Zhang Li.
She can make money to buy milk powder to feed her children.
As long as she is richer, someone will take her money away.
What do you think?"
"Also, don't think about transferring money to her.
You have transferred nearly 100 million to her.
I'm curious if she is still loyal to you.
To sum it up, I have to call you little mother, right?"
Chen Pingan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent an account to Fang Junhong.
"I know you still have a lot of money now, transfer it to the account I sent you.
Anyway, you won't have a chance to use it."
