Springtime Farming: A Happy Wife At Home

Chapter 1256: Not Good Enough

Editor: Henyee Translations

“Think twice before you speak,” Zhao Mu warned.

Zhao Mu harbored a few tricks up his sleeve, and he wasted no time getting to the point. If Zhao Shu refused to relinquish the family properties, Zhao Mu would employ tactics to make him step back, ultimately ensuring all the money ended up in Zhao Muwei’s hands.

However, Ms. Zheng had lost faith in Zhang Mu and continuously urged Zhao Shu to abandon the Zhao Family and their assets. She envisioned a prosperous future for herself and her son once they broke free from the tainted legacy of the Zhao Family.

Zhao Shu heeded his mother’s advice and distanced himself from Zhao Mu and the Zhao Family. He no longer considered himself a part of their lineage and couldn’t care less about their wealth.

He wouldn’t be ensnared in Zhao Mu’s trap.

With a smile, Zhao Shu replied, “Very well, I have no interest in the Zhao Family’s money. I don’t need it. By the way, should I leave your mansion? If not, I can find a place at a hostel.”

Zhao Mu questioned him with urgency, “Are you absolutely sure about this? The Zhao Family’s assets are worth over 10,000,000 yuan. You’re truly willing to relinquish them?”

“I couldn’t care less if it’s not mine.”

Zhao Mu offered one last chance, “I’ll give you one more opportunity.”

“No need. I’ve made myself perfectly clear. I don’t want what’s yours, and you don’t need to worry about what’s mine.”

“…Ungrateful child, leave this instant!”

Zhao Shu chuckled and departed, but he had no intention of going to a hostel. Not now. Instead, he returned to his own residence, accompanied by Uncle Qing and several servants.

Returning to the ancestral home to fulfill his filial duties towards his mother, Zhao Shu found his yard locked and neglected for years.

Ms. Qin was determined to erase all traces of the mother and son’s presence, ensuring no one tended to their needs.

Zhao Shu requested someone to unlock the yard, and Uncle Qing, along with a few servants, set to work cleaning the main bedroom.

Standing in the yard, hands clasped behind his back, Zhao Shu gazed up at the magnolia tree he had planted with his mother. When it was first planted, the seedling had been no larger than a copper coin—fragile and slender. After several years of absence, it had thrived. Lush leaves adorned its branches, and delicate buds densely clung to them, promising imminent blossoms. In just a few days, it would be a breathtaking sight, blanketed in snowy-white flowers and wispy clouds. Regrettably, his mother would never witness it again.

Each time the recent tragic incident crossed his mind, it abruptly halted his thoughts. His mother’s life had ended so suddenly; how could he not feel resentment?

Zhao Mu seethed with anger, his chest tightening. He continued to berate his disobedient son, but it brought him no solace.

Beyond his irritation at Zhao Shu’s defiance, a subtle unease and melancholy gnawed at him. It seemed he was on the verge of losing his son.

However, his mood shifted as he learned that Zhao Shu was residing in his former yard. Confidence returned to him, and he sneered. He believed he would emerge victorious. After all, the Zhao Family’s wealth was vast, and even Zhao Shu couldn’t afford to part with it.

Zhao Mu saw Zhao Shu’s actions as mere provocations. If his son genuinely didn’t care, why linger here? There was no need to rush; they could afford to wait and observe.

Zhao Mu consoled himself, convinced he was still too young and inexperienced to contend with him. The money would ultimately come to him. It was no small sum, and he was determined to secure it.

Zhao Ye saw Ms. Qin back to the yard and asked all the servants to leave.