Strongest Guard

Yue Lincheng obviously didn't believe Sui Yueyue, so why did he have to believe her?    

    

Because only by trusting Sister Yue would he be able to launch a counterattack against the Patriarch's position.    

    

This also meant that Yue Lincheng didn't want to wait any longer.    

    

Otherwise, he would go crazy in pain and die.    

    

He, was going to gamble everything he had.    

    

After hearing the meaning behind his father's words, Yue Qingke silently sighed: "Dad, what exactly do you want to do?"    

    

"Sit down and talk."    

    

After hearing what he said, a light flashed across Yue Lincheng's eyes. He instructed his wife: "Hurry and make tea for Qingke."    

    

Wang Xin was happy that the father and son pair were finally able to sit down and speak peacefully.    

    

He immediately agreed and went to make tea for his son.    

    

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse.    

    

This was a famous saying.    

    

Especially the camel, Yue Lincheng, he was not too thin at the moment, nor did he die.    

    

Even with the help of Liang Mouchen, Zong Gaang and the others, some of the Yue Clan's "old officials" still firmly believed that Yue Lincheng would regain his position as clan head sooner or later.    

    

The Yue family was one of the magnificent top families in China. The leader of the family was a young girl in her twenties.    

    

Ancient people's cloud, mouth hairless, not sure.    

    

What's more, Yue Zitong's mouth would never grow any hair in her lifetime.    

    

Therefore, even if Lao Yue seriously handed over the seal letter representing the family head's authority to Yue Zitong, Liang Mouchen, and the others before his death, he would have to agree and properly assist the new family head in the future.    

    

Yue Lincheng was fighting for these few people.    

    

They were also waiting for the opportunity for Yue Lincheng's counterattack.    

    

Now, the chance had finally come.    

    

As long as Yue Lincheng could convince them that Yue Zitong had died in the Golden Triangle, then he would be able to lead these few people to take back the Yue Clan Old Manor.    

    

"Dad, then have you thought about what would happen if Yue Zitong didn't die?"    

    

Yue Lincheng's counterattack plan was already within Yue Qingke's expectations.    

    

"It's impossible for her to not die!"    

    

Yue Lincheng said resolutely.    

    

Only with this tone would he have confidence.    

    

Yue Qingke said slowly: "I'm just assuming. Suppose Yue Zitong didn't die. The news of her death was only made after she had been involved with Sui Yueyue? Don't worry, don't be angry. I said it was hypothetical. "    

    

Yue Lincheng's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.    

    

Don't look at what he just said, he had to choose to believe Sui Yueyue.    

    

However, he hadn't thought about what he would do if the news of Yue Zitong's death came from the same plot as Sui Yueyue to deceive him.    

    

Seeing his father's reaction, Yue Qingke sighed in his heart and slowly said: "Dad, let's assume that's true. Uncle Han and the others will be removed from the Yue Clan's core of power. "    

    

Uncle Han and the others were the ministers who secretly supported Yue Lincheng.    

    

They supported Yue Lincheng and fought their way back to the Yue Clan Old Residence. With their support, and with Da Yue's prestige, he could easily take control of the situation in the shortest amount of time.    

    

But what if Yue Zitong didn't die and came back from the Golden Triangle right after Yue Lincheng returned to the Old Manor?    

    

At that time, Yue Lincheng could only scram with his tail between his legs.    

    

As for Uncle Han and the others, because they had "helped the evil," they would pay a heavy price and Yue Zitong would take the opportunity to eliminate them.    

    

"If that's the case, then when Yue Zitong makes a mistake and the real chance comes, we won't have any supporters left."    

    

Yue Qingke recounted his worry in detail. Finally, he said, "When the time comes, the position of the family head will only be on the cheap, second uncle."    

    

Yue Lincheng was not the only son of Lao Yue.    

    

Other than him, there was also Yue Linchuan and Yue Zitong's father, who had passed away prematurely.    

    

Yue Zitong's father had died more than ten years ago, so of course he wouldn't pose any threat to Yue Lincheng.    

    

But Yue Linchuan Nong!    

    

Since Yue Lincheng had the secret support of Old Han and the others, then Yue Linchuan, who had inherited the Patriarch's power and fought with him in the past few years, would definitely have too.    

    

This time, Yue Lincheng, with the strong support of Old Han and the rest, was going all out to fight back against the Patriarch's position. As long as he succeeded, anything would be fine.    

    

But if Yue Zitong didn't die, Yue Lincheng would definitely suffer heavy losses.    

    

However, Yue Linchuan didn't.    

    

He just sat there watching the fight between the tigers.    

    

As long as he secretly gathered his strength and patiently waited for Yue Zitong to make a mistake, he would be able to obtain the position of Patriarch.    

    

After listening to his son explain in detail, Yue Lincheng didn't stay silent for too long. He raised his head and looked at him, saying with a desolate tone: "Qingke, look at dad's hair, isn't it a lot whiter than before?"    

    

Yue Qingke looked over when he heard that.    

    

Then, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.    

    

Yue Lincheng was only in his early fifties.    

    

At this age, if it was an old vegetable farmer, his hair would have been mostly white.    

    

But what about someone like Yue Lincheng?    

    

It was actually a proper fighting style.    

    

Yue Lincheng's temples had a grayish-white color.    

    

This time last year, his hair was black and glossy.    

    

Now that he had lost so much, it meant that he was currently suffering in torment.    

    

If Yue Qingke continued to stop him, Yue Lao probably would not even make it through tonight and would go crazy.    

    

The affection between father and son was thicker than water.    

    

Yue Qingke said: "Dad, since you insist on doing it, then do it."    

    

"What about you?"    

    

Yue Lincheng heard something different from his son's words and frowned: "Aren't you coming with me?"    

    

"I want to head south."    

    

Yue Qingke thought for a while, and then said in a deep voice, "We have to be careful of the fact that Yue Zitong and Sui Yueyue are in cahoots with each other. "If she is indeed scheming, then she will never return to Beijing ever again."    

    

Yue Lincheng was stunned and then suddenly understood.    

    

Yue Qingke went south to snipe Yue Zitong.    

    

Since Yue Zitong died in Golden Triangle, everything was fine.    

    

Assuming that she was just scheming, taking advantage of this opportunity to completely cut off Eldest Brother Yue's influence, Yue Qingke hoped that she would die on the way here after he blew the main attack horn.    

    

"Qingke!"    

    

Only then did Yue Lincheng understand what his son meant. Feeling touched, he put his hand on Yue Lincheng's shoulder and shook it hard. His eyes started to turn red.    

    

"Dad, I'm your son, a continuation of your life. Everything you are doing now is for me, for your twin grandchildren. How could I not understand that? "    

    

Yue Qingke smiled and stood up from the sofa. "Dad, Mom, there's no time to lose, I'm leaving first."    

    

Under the escort of his mother, Wang Xin, Jack strode out of the living room and got into the car.    

    

When they reached the main road, he lifted his hand and slapped it hard on the steering wheel.    

    

Then, put the car on the side.    

    

Yue Qingke had a clear premonition that Yue Zitong heading towards Golden Triangle was perhaps really to save a scum.    

    

As for Sui Yueyue, she might even do as she said and try to get rid of her so that she could dominate Scumbag Lee.    

    

After looking through Sui Yueyue's plan for a long time, Yue Qingke still couldn't find any flaws.    

    

Furthermore, he had determined in advance that Sister Yue's plan would be perfectly realized, causing Yue Zitong to die in confusion.    

    

If he had been in Sui Yueyue's position and planned this conspiracy, he probably would have been able to achieve the best he could.    

    

Sui Yueyue was a talent.    

    

Yue Qingke was extremely impressed by her scheming.    

    

But at the same time, Yue Qingke was also very worried.    

    

He always felt that something was wrong with Sui Yueyue's flawless plan.    

    

As for what exactly was wrong, Yue Qingke had never thought of it.    

    

Especially after his mother called him this morning and told him that Yue Zitong had died in Golden Triangle, the feeling Yue Qingke had became even stronger.    

    

"Where is the problem? Sigh. "Dad, why didn't you listen to me? You have to wait another day."    

    

Yue Qingke raised his hand and scratched his head in annoyance.    

    

He knew very well that no matter how anxious he was, it was useless.    

    

From the moment he left the villa, his impatient father would launch a counterattack.    

    

What Yue Qingke had to do now was to bring his men south as soon as possible in hopes of successfully robbing Yue Zitong, who was actually still alive, and kill her.    

    

"No matter what, I have to put everything on the line."    

    

Yue Qingke mumbled to himself. Just as he was about to put his hand up to block, he suddenly thought of something.    

    

He took out his cell phone and started dialing a number.    

    

The phone rang seven or eight times before someone answered.    

    

Yue Qingke didn't hear the "hey" sound, he only heard the woman's voice.    

    

A woman is fine, why should she scream?    

    

When a child under the age of eight heard this, he would definitely be puzzled.    

    

Of course, Yue Qingke wasn't suspicious. He only sneered slightly and said gently, "Young Master Qunhsing, your current life can be said to be a match between living gods and living immortals."    

    

In the eyes of others, Helan Qunxing wasn't the only one who surpassed a living immortal.    

    

There was also his cousin, Helan Xiaoxin, who had previously been personally conferred the title of "Wise Planet" by Old Man He Lan.    

    

Sister Xin's current status and identity was extremely awkward.    

    

Just say that she is the son-in-law of the Yue family, she is a daughter.    

    

She should be called a woman, yet she was the groom of Yue Zitong's wedding. Right now, the Yue Clan was also a young master like existence.    

    

Therefore, even if Sister Xin had a thick skin and didn't care about her worldly prejudices, she still wouldn't go out if she could.    

    

She stayed in the Yue Clan Old Residence's study room all day long, helping Yue Zitong with some paperwork.    

    

No one felt that there was anything wrong with Helan Xiaoxin helping Patriarch Yue with the paperwork.    

    

In the past few years, Sister Xin had used her actions to prove that she was an elite.    

    

Most importantly, after Sister Xin had entered the Yue Clan in an awkward position, Yue Zitong had followed her advice on many things.    

    

Rather than saying that Helan Xiaoxin was Yue Clan's Young Master or Yue Zitong's sister, it would be more accurate to say that she was her secretary.    

    

Zong Gaang, the Chief Steward of the Yue family, recognized the existence of this secretary.    

    

Old Guain was very clear that Helan Xiaoxin was in an awkward situation. Other than helping Yue Zitong to manage her affairs, only then would she be able to ensure her own safety. Other than staying at the Yue Clan, she had nowhere else to go.    

    

Helan Qunxing, who had been fooled by her association with Yue Zitong, hated her to death, to say nothing of anything else.    

    

Helan Qunxing had been able to do whatever she wanted when she was caught in a military prison, forcing her to spit something out. Now, she would definitely not be merciful.    

    

Sister Xin would probably encounter some kind of accident if she walked on the streets alone.    

    

There was no reason for Helan Xiaoxin to not see what Zong Gaang could see.    

    

She didn't mind being a caged canary, being locked up in the Yue Clan's deep courtyard as Yue Zitong's secretary.    

    

In fact, she was growing to like these truly peaceful and ordinary days more and more.    

    

She hoped that she could spend the next fifteen years in peace.    

    

Except, her modest request was bound to be unfulfilled.    

    

As usual, Helan Xiaoxin slept until she woke up naturally. After washing up at 11, she lazily lied down on the sofa and lit up a cigarette. When she was about to go back to work, Zong Gaang's exasperated voice came from outside the window: "Wait, wait!"