The military intelligence officers in the monitoring room hadn't even figured out why Wu Boxin was beating up Liu He and Xun Yang when the father and son in the study started fighting again.

"My Wu family has produced real men for generations, how could a degenerate like you come along, you sissy!" Wu Boxin gripped the fruit knife, gnashing his teeth. "I knew you weren't normal since you were little!! I'm going to stab you to death today!"

Wu Taiyong was also provoked, frantically circling the sofa. "You're so great! You're over fifty years old, still picking up wild women and eighteenth-tier celebrities! You've been swindled out of seven or eight million in three years! They've even had kids outside, and you're still calling them 'Sweetie.' Dad, I'm burning up for you! I'm just asking, are they dirty or not?!"

Hearing this, Wu Boxin's eyes turned red. "You little brat! If I don't stab you full of holes today, I'll admit you're tough!"

"Uncle!!"

The handsome young man immediately stepped in to stop him. "Calm down! You should drop your prejudices against us. Yongyong and I…!"

Hearing this address, Wu Boxin went completely insane, kicking out with his leg. "Yongyong!! I'm going to bury you two together today…!"

The handsome young man was kicked onto the sofa, his posture somewhat embarrassing.

Wu Boxin stepped on the handsome young man's head, flew two steps to the sofa, and glared at Yongyong.

"Wu Boxin, are you really going to stab me?!" Wu Taiyong screamed in fright and dodged to the side with a snake-like movement.

After all, he was his own son. Wu Boxin couldn't really stab him. He just waved the knife around to scare him, then went up and slapped him twice.

"You hit me?!"

"It's better for me to hit you than for someone else to hit you!"

"I'm going to fight you!"

"Thump!"

In the struggle, the father and son fell to the ground with a thud, and the handsome young man rolled over from the other side of the sofa, desperately holding down the fruit knife in Wu Boxin's hand.

The three of them started fighting in the blink of an eye, the scene was quite chaotic.

Wu Boxin was old after all. After wrestling with the two young men for a while, he was sweating profusely, his shoes had fallen off, and he was panting non-stop.

"Uncle, don't hit Yongyong anymore. I'll give up for love, okay?" The handsome young man pleaded in the middle, almost crying.

"Slap!"

Wu Boxin slapped him. "Don't touch me! Get your hands off me!"

The three of them were struggling, their bodies tangled together. The military intelligence officers in the monitoring room couldn't see them clearly. When Wu Boxin turned to pull his son, he was suddenly pinned down by the handsome young man and felt a very itchy sensation on his waist.

"Bang!"

Just then, a group of people rushed in from outside.

"Stop fighting!"

"Stop it!"

"Mr. Wu, calm down!"

"…!"

The military intelligence officers rushed in, forcibly pulled the three apart, and escorted Wu Boxin towards the bedroom.

"Get out of here! Get as far away as possible. We're cutting off our father-son relationship. I never want to see you again!" Wu Boxin shouted at his son as he was being pulled away.

Wu Taiyong ignored him, only looking at the handsome young man and saying, "Let's go, let him die alone!"

Inside the bedroom, Wu Boxin casually pushed open the bathroom door and stepped inside.

"Mr. Wu, you… you wait a moment. We need to do an inspection first. After all, you've had contact with outsiders…!" The military intelligence officer shouted, his forehead sweating.

Wu Boxin glared at him. "Go get the bowl you eat from, and I'll shit in it right here for you! Inspect that!"

"This…!"

"You're all sick!" Wu Boxin stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. "Even going to the bathroom requires watching."

Twenty minutes later, Wu Taiyong and the handsome young man were searched again before being released from the villa.

The head of military intelligence sat in his chair, looking at the monitoring log, his brow furrowed in anxiety, but he didn't know what to write.

…

In the evening, inside the Su family compound in Zhanan District of Dragon City.

Su Tiannan, Su Tianbei, Su Tianyu, and Zhang Taotao were currently talking with their second uncle and second aunt.

"Oh, this girl is really pretty!" The second aunt smiled as she sized up Zhang Taotao, very pleased. "Everyone said that whenever we introduced Tiannan to someone, he wouldn't come home and wouldn't agree! So he had such high standards. He's brought us back such an excellent girlfriend."

Zhang Taotao sat gracefully in her chair and responded softly, "Auntie, Tiannan is also very outstanding."

The two women chatted, and the second uncle sat beside them, nodding slowly. "You did a good job with this. You're the eldest son, you have to take the lead. Once you get married, the others will follow soon. That's good."

"Yes, I'll get married when I have time," Su Tiannan said, smiling.

"Do it as soon as possible." Su Second Uncle was very happy. "Miao Miao is about to have a baby too. You generation, up until now, can be considered to have grown up. Okay, I'll cook myself tonight, let's have a drink!"

"Alright," Su Tiannan responded.

Su Second Uncle was happy. To be honest, he felt the most sorry for Tiannan before. A couple of years ago, Tianyu secretly arranged for the father and son to meet in private. At that time, he felt extremely pained when he saw his son's plastic surgery.

Now it was good, the eldest son was going to get married, and the other party was so outstanding, he was satisfied.

The second uncle chatted with everyone in the living room for a while, then went with the second aunt to prepare the meal. Actually, in the Su family, the second uncle's cooking skills were the best, because he loved to drink and would always make something good to go with his drinks. However, in Su Tianyu's memory, he didn't cook big meals. The last time he personally went to the kitchen to prepare a meal was when he was admitted to the Army University.

While the elders were busy, Su Tiannan took Zhang Taotao to tour their home.

After walking for a while, the group arrived at the small flower bed in the front yard. Beside the somewhat mottled wall that had been eroded by rain, an old woman with white hair sat in a wheelchair, staring blankly at the gate.

When Su Tiannan saw her, his heart skipped a beat. He walked over, bent down, and called out, "Aunt, why are you sitting here?"

The old woman turned her head woodenly, her pupils unmoving.

"Aunt, I'm Tiannan!"

"Ah, it's Tiannan… I can't see anymore… I can hear your voice." The old woman's eyes were already blind, her world a dark void.

"I was sick and had surgery on my face!" Tiannan held her hand. "Why don't you go inside? What are you doing here? It's windy and too cold. Let me push you in."

"I'll wait a little longer… my son will be back soon!" The old woman was hard of hearing, speaking in a very loud voice, her pupils vacant, and her mind didn't seem very clear.

The Su brothers all fell silent upon hearing this.

She was Zhang Hao's mother. She had been waiting here for almost four years…

…

In the evening.

Gwen went to see Wu Boxin and checked the work of the monitoring team. But when he saw the log, he was completely dumbfounded. "Commercial disputes, family ethics conflicts… what is all this? Are you guys creating art here?!"