coobybook Chapter 623 Bankruptcy Liquidation
Chapter 623 Bankruptcy Liquidation
“Mom…” Zhao Zhiguo’s heart tightened, and he looked at his mother in disbelief.
Chen Chunhua was both surprised and ashamed. Although she came from a farming family, her father was the village party secretary, and she had always been a respectable person. Later, she married Zhao Dongping and became a boss's wife, living a life of luxury and comfort for decades. She had never experienced anything like this before.
“…Zhiguo, have the maid come in and tidy up.” As she spoke, Chen Chunhua lay down on her side and pulled the blanket over her head to cover herself—it was too shameful and too helpless to urinate or defecate in front of her own son.
"Hey... Mom, you rest first. I'll have the maid come in and wash you up and change your bed. Oh, I'll wash up too. Look at me, I'm all sweaty and smelly, I've made this room stink! Hehe, hehe..." Zhao Zhiguo said, fanning himself with his hands like palm-leaf fans to make amends for his mother.
“I know you’re filial, go ahead. Let your wife take care of her. The old woman is sick, does she still want to lie in bed?” Chen Chunhua’s voice was muffled, covered by the blanket. After a pause, she added guiltily, “Let Wang Yiting take care of her.”
"…Ai."
……
That night, Zhao Zhiguo sat in his study, holding the day's group report, his brow furrowed.
Later that night, unable to sleep, he knocked on his son Zhao Fucong's door. "Congcong, wake up, Daddy wants to talk to you."
While lying in bed playing with pesticides, Young Master Zhao glanced up at the alarm clock on the wall—3:45.
"Hiss—the old man has insomnia?" Zhao Fucong asked, stunned.
"Congcong, Dad knows you're not asleep. The sound of you playing games can be heard outside your bedroom door," Zhao Zhiguo chuckled.
As usual, when his father knocked on the door in the early hours of the morning, Zhao Fucong would definitely bury his head under the covers and pretend to be asleep. But he didn't know if it was because his father's voice was particularly kind today, or because he had stayed up all night playing games and his brain was fogged up, or some other random thing.
Young Master Zhao's mind went blank for a moment. By the time he came to his senses, he had already thrown off the covers, gotten out of bed, and opened the door. "What?"
“Congcong, it’s been a long time since we’ve spoken. Should I go inside, or should we go to the living room?” Zhao Zhiguo smiled and looked at his eldest son with affection.
Zhao Fucong felt uneasy under his father's gaze. He scratched his head and stepped aside. "Xiaoming needs to be fed formula again in the middle of the night. Come in. We'll talk later, then I'll feed him and then go to sleep."
Hearing this, Zhao Zhiguo was greatly relieved. "You've really become more sensible lately."
Zhao Fucong shuddered, glancing at his thick, fleshy arms—and sure enough, goosebumps rose on his skin. "Tsk."
"What's wrong? It's the middle of the night, don't talk like that." Zhao Fucong led his father to sit down on the sofa and handed him a glass of warm water.
Zhao Zhiguo was overjoyed, his beady eyes crinkling into a wide smile. [His son has grown up, become sensible, and knows how to be filial to his father.]
"Congcong, you are the eldest grandson of our Zhao family. Now, your father has something important to discuss with you." Zhao Zhiguo took a sip of warm water, as if he had made a major decision.
"What's wrong? You're acting weird." Zhao Fucong rubbed his arms, feeling that his father was acting strangely tonight.
"So... what do you think about our family filing for bankruptcy liquidation?"
"Bankruptcy?" Zhao Fucong looked up abruptly, staring blankly at his father, only to be met with his father's unusually calm face. "...Okay then."
This time it was Zhao Zhiguo's turn to be surprised. "Congcong, you don't object?"
"What's the use of objecting? Neither of us is cut out for business. If we keep dragging this out, we'll lose everything."