Chapter 234: Throwing The Ball At Sun Gang
Sun Gang’s pacing echoed through the office, his frustration palpable in every step. The weight of his resentment towards Grandpa Sun bore down on him like a suffocating blanket, smothering any semblance of peace or clarity.
With each passing moment, Sun Gang’s anger simmered beneath the surface, a volatile mixture of envy and bitterness bubbling within him. Why did Grandpa Sun continue to cling to life with such tenacity? Why couldn’t he just fade away and leave the family fortune to those who truly deserved it?
The thought of Grandpa Sun’s enduring presence gnawed at Sun Gang’s soul, a constant reminder of the injustice he perceived in the world. How many times had he imagined a life free from the shadow of his grandfather’s influence, a life where he could finally claim what was rightfully his?
But as he paced the confines of his office, Sun Gang knew that such fantasies were nothing more than wishful thinking. Grandpa Sun was a formidable adversary, his iron will and indomitable spirit standing as a testament to the strength of his resolve.
With a frustrated sigh, Sun Gang halted his restless pacing and sank into his chair, the weight of his anger pressing down on him like a leaden shroud. He knew that as long as Grandpa Sun drew breath, his dreams of power and wealth would remain forever out of reach. And so, with a heavy heart and a mind consumed by resentment, he braced himself for yet another day in the suffocating shadow of his grandfather’s legacy.
Sun Gang was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door and he bellowed, "What is it?"
The door was pushed open, revealing Sun Fang. Sun Gang’s irritation was palpable as Sun Fang entered his office. "What do you want?"
Sun Fang raised an eyebrow, unperturbed by his brother’s curt tone. "I don’t think that’s the right way to greet your only brother."
Sun Gang leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Fine, what do you want then?"
Sun Fang took a seat, his demeanor calm and collected. "I just wanted to see if you’re still alive. You missed the family dinner."
Sun Gang scoffed dismissively. "Family dinner? What a joke."
Sun Fang’s expression softened slightly. "Yes, Sun Gang. Family dinner. It’s important to at least make an appearance."
Sun Gang stood up abruptly, heading for the drinks cabinet. "Care for a drink?"
Sun Fang hesitated. "It’s 10am."
Sun Gang poured himself a generous measure of whisky. "So what?"
Sun Fang shook his head, a hint of concern in his voice. "Only you drink strong drinks at this hour."
Sun Gang downed the whisky in one gulp, his expression unchanging. "My liver can handle it."
Sun Fang leaned forward, his tone serious. "Grandpa told us that you insulted him. What happened?"
Sun Gang bristled at the mention of his grandfather. "You’re here for that, aren’t you? Not to check if I’m okay."
Sun Fang remained composed. "You haven’t answered my question, Gang. Why did you insult Grandpa?"
Sun Gang’s frustration simmered beneath the surface as he poured himself another drink. "Because he gave Grandma’s shares to that Sun Lixia and her two brats."
Sun Fang sighed softly. "Sun Lixia is her daughter, and just like you and I, those ’two brats’ you mention are his grandsons."
Sun Gang waved his hand dismissively. "What will be left by the time he dies?"
Sun Fang shook his head, concern evident in his voice. "Brother, I worry when you keep talking about Grandpa’s death."
Sun Gang scoffed, his tone bitter. "If I wanted to, I would have long killed him."
Sun Fang’s expression turned serious. "Don’t tell me you have thought about it."
Sun Gang’s gaze hardened. "May or may have not thought about it... He is old, his time is up. He should let us young ones handle the legacy."
Sun Fang raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "You mean let you handle the legacy, right?"
Sun Gang leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Those two new grandsons of his were not raised like us. They know nothing about business. And you, brother, you don’t like involving yourself either. So, I am the perfect candidate."
Sun Fang sighed, shaking his head. "I really think you should have come to the family gathering."
Sun Gang sneered, his tone bitter. "Why? To watch Grandpa busy with his two newly found grandsons?"
Sun Fang chuckled softly. "You would have met our new uncle."
Sun Gang’s brows furrowed in confusion. "What new uncle?"
Sun Fang leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Grandpa’s real heir."
Sun Gang scoffed, disbelief evident in his voice. "Dad is Grandpa’s only son. He is the heir."
Sun Fang laughed, enjoying his brother’s reaction. "Well, Grandpa has an illegitimate child he had before he married Grandma. Now that son is back to claim his rightful place... Dear brother, you have some competition."
Sun Gang’s expression darkened. "No, that can’t be. That’s a fraud."
Sun Fang’s smirk widened. "DNA confirmed. He is our uncle."
Sun Gang slammed his fist on the table in frustration. "Shit... Why the hell do all these relatives keep popping up?"
Sun Fang couldn’t help but find his brother’s agitation amusing.
Sun Fang rose from his seat, his expression carefully composed despite the storm of thoughts raging within. He shot a brief glance at his brother, Sun Gang, whose silence filled the room with an uneasy tension.
"Well, I’ll leave you to your... contemplation."
Sun Gang remained silent, his eyes fixed on some unseen point in the distance as Sun Fang made his way towards the door, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
Sun Fang couldn’t shake off the unease stirred by the revelation of their new uncle. He sensed trouble brewing beneath the surface, an agenda that could spell disaster for their family. Knowing Sun Gang’s penchant for ambition and greed, he understood the need to keep him informed.
With each step, Sun Fang resolved to tread cautiously, aware of the delicate balance within their family dynamics. He had strategically passed the baton to Sun Gang, knowing well that his brother’s hunger for power would drive him to take drastic measures to protect what he perceived as rightfully his.
Alone in his office, Sun Gang seethed with pent-up frustration, his mind a tempest of anger and greed. He paced back and forth, the echoes of his footsteps reverberating off the walls like a drumbeat of discontent. Every step seemed to amplify his growing fury.
With each passing moment, Sun Gang’s temper flared hotter, a blazing inferno consuming reason and restraint. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white with strain, as he fought to contain the storm raging within him. But the turmoil was too great, too overwhelming to be contained.
In a fit of rage, Sun Gang lashed out, striking out at the nearest object within reach. His desk bore the brunt of his wrath, as papers flew into the air like confetti and stationary scattered like debris in a hurricane. The sound of splintering wood echoed through the room as he delivered blow after blow, his rage knowing no bounds.
Yet, with each act of destruction, a sense of emptiness gnawed at Sun Gang’s soul. Despite the chaos he wrought, the anger that consumed him offered no solace, no respite from the turmoil that raged within. And as the last vestiges of his fury subsided, leaving only the bitter taste of regret in its wake, Sun Gang found himself alone once more, surrounded by the wreckage of his own making.
Sun Fang sat in the backseat of his car, his eyes closed as if in meditation. But behind the facade of tranquility lay a mind calculating and scheming, a mind adept at navigating the treacherous waters of family politics. He was no saint, that much was certain, but he understood the game far better than his brother ever could.
As the car glided through the streets, Sun Fang pondered his next move. He knew that Sun Gang’s explosive temper would be their greatest liability, a double-edged sword that could either cleave their enemies in two or cleave them apart from within. And while Sun Gang wore his emotions on his sleeve, Sun Fang concealed his thoughts behind a mask of indifference, a mask that few could penetrate.
For Sun Fang, the stakes were clear. Yang Bojun’s claim to the family fortune threatened everything they had worked so hard to achieve. An illegitimate child had no right to be heir, no right to stake a claim on their legacy. And Sun Fang was determined to ensure that he never gained a foothold in their family’s affairs.
As the car rolled to a stop, Sun Fang opened his eyes, his expression unreadable. He knew that the battle had only just begun, and that the road ahead would be fraught with peril. But he was prepared to do whatever it took to protect what rightfully belonged to them, even if it meant playing the role of the villain in their family’s drama.
