Chapter 1112: Chapter 1114: Grown-Ups’ Business Is Not for Children
Gong Tao heard about these past events, and while he might not tell his wife and son, he must let Gong Ruini know.
After all, this involves her future mother-in-law’s family affairs; she has the right to know.
Well, well, Gong Ruini really doesn’t know how to evaluate Mr. Zhao’s current wife, who genuinely seems to lack common sense.
She had completely given up on Zhao Gang back then, but suddenly appeared when she saw Zhao Gang had great opportunities.
"A wise wife is the ideal marriage partner, but unfortunately he married a shortsighted one." Otherwise, she wouldn’t have lost all power so bleakly after the movement ended.
Some people would at least manage to be a leader for a few years after the movement, enough to help plan for their children.
But Zhao Gang’s father never had such opportunities; it was clearly a sign of choosing the wrong side.
"Not shortsighted." Gong Tao really couldn’t see her as shortsighted. "She calculates shrewdly."
"When your Uncle Zhao was getting married, she had to interfere."
"When trouble hit Aunt Zhan’s family, she popped up demanding benefits from Aunt Zhan." Gong Tao wasn’t concerned about the wealth of Zhan Jing’s family, but there shouldn’t be a lack.
She even demanded a formula? Gong Ruini frowned, "Wasn’t it said that Grandpa donated all these things?"
"How can she be so sure there’s something valuable?"
"Only a part was handed over; the real treasures, who’d willingly donate them?"
"Stuff so painstakingly developed by ancestors—just giving them away easily? Those ancestors wouldn’t forgive them in the afterlife."
Indeed, "Looks like they wanted to trick her initially and if Aunt Zhan had taken the bait..." Gong Ruini couldn’t imagine that outcome.
If that happened, not only Zhan Jing would suffer, but Zhao Gang too, "This plan isn’t just malicious."
During those times, people did whatever it took to survive, and Zhan Jing’s family conditions were poor, increasing chances for mishaps.
"Unfortunately, her children did not inherit her ways." Thinking of what Zhao Gang said about sibling affairs, all he could do was sigh.
"The old man set a good foundation, but the children later on were quite incompetent."
"The reputation built by Mr. Zhao was nearly ruined." Gong Tao shook his head, "When you have kids, don’t relax your expectations."
The third generation wealthy curse—it’s something Gong Tao always remembered and frequently, brought up even now.
Dad’s foresight really wasn’t ordinary; especially, as he said it to her, Gong Ruini might say once they become grandparents, they should still hold firm.
Don’t pamper children just because of love—it’s not just the third generation. When Gong Ruzhi was born, Cai Meina spoiled him. Fortunately, they were watching nearby, otherwise they might raise a lazy child.
With a look at her daughter, Gong Tao felt various embarrassment, "Don’t worry, I’ll watch your mom."
Hmph, just watching mom? Wasn’t he among those pampering Gong Ruzhi back then?
Fine, give the old man some face—he’s the head of the household; shouldn’t go too far.
"By the way, Dad, aren’t you going out?" Gong Ruini suddenly remembered Gong Tao saying Zhao Gang headed out to argue with those people.
Since they claim to be unreasonable, Zhao Gang shouldn’t face them alone.
Also, Gong Ruini really wanted to see how that arrogant person would fare.
Since the family’s improving days, she rarely heard Zhao Gang’s sharp tongue; this is a rare opportunity not to be missed.
At least she could recount it vividly to Zhao Xuran and Zhao Guangran.
Seeing her daughter’s excitement, knowing she was keen to see the drama, saying they didn’t want to was a lie, but should they really go out?
Gong Tao firmly grabbed Gong Ruini, "It’s not appropriate for us to go out."
What? What’s appropriate or inappropriate here? Gong Ruini looked blank—what’s going on?
"I suspect their arrival is like your grandpa’s, wanting to stir trouble." Just a moment ago, Gong Tao wanted to say.
But seeing Zhao Gang’s frustrated look, he couldn’t speak up and could only quietly listen to his complaints.
Could it be someone instigated this? Could it be he was overthinking? Gong Ruini felt Gong Tao might be overthinking this.
"Uncle Zhao and his so-called father and siblings have no dealings; even if they show up, so what." There’s definitely no affectionate ties.
If they really want to dig into this, Gong Ruini wanted to say they were basically sworn enemies.
Only worsening relationships; would Zhao Gang feel threatened by them?
"The situation between Mr. Zhao and your grandpa is different." Cai Family had tough times, but Zhao Family didn’t worry about food and drink.
Gong Ruini remembered these so-called old cadres were well-treated, "Medical expenses were covered by the state, and they had workers."
Even when losing power, basic treatments were ensured, meaning if Mr. Zhao got sick, the state would cover medical expenses, even caregivers wouldn’t be a worry.
If Zhao Gang really cared about gossip, it would just be a few appearances.
Yes, a different scenario; back then, they adhered to rules for fear Cai Zhiheng might remain confrontational.
"If they tore faces, it would only make your Uncle Zhao happy." Gong Tao kind of understood then.
Gong Ruini spoke all this while, feeling restless still; if possible, she really wanted to go out and see.
"Alright, just focus on reading."
"Don’t meddle in adult matters." After subduing Gong Ruini, Gong Tao left her yard with hands behind.
Seeing her dad’s departing figure, Gong Ruini really wanted to draw him in cheeky circles, hmph, talking so noble.
That calm breeze manner, though Gong Ruini bet he’d dash to the door to see Zhao Gang verbally battle that misfit.
Too bad she couldn’t go out; she really missed Zhao Guangran’s presence now.
At times like these, an expert in gossip is a must; even if Zhao Gang signaled him not to, he’d still find ways.
Sigh, Gong Ruini regretted it—shouldn’t have said much back then; rather, should’ve sweet-talked Zhao Gang, then let him rest while she’d sneak a listen.
Gong Ruini was itching all over; no mood for reports, although repeatedly rejected by Zhao Xuran thrice, gossip overruled editing reports.
Gong Ruini had already plotted—persist a few more days; maybe soon there’d be a scapegoat, no, a successor.
Then let Cao Na worry and stew over it; frankly, this time, even Cao Li lasted longer than expected, quite surprising to Gong Ruini.
In Gong Ruini’s plan, at least wait until the school officially opens, ideally even recruits its first batch of students.
If the school runs for some time, and proves smooth operation, it’d be better to gracefully bow out then.
