Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 792: 5 Million Down the Drain

Huo Xingzhou and Qiao Xi have arrived!

Wan Jiang personally welcomed them, which represents the stance of the Huo Family and Zhong Yi.

The Huo Family is friendly with the second son of the Zhong Family and even stands on Zhong Yi’s side.

The expressions of the guests are complicated, and various gazes fall on the couple.

"President Huo, please, Young Madam Huo, this way. Young Master Sun, you are also invited in." Wan Jiang made way for them, only then did everyone see that Huo Xingzhou had brought an inconspicuous follower.

Both Huo Xingzhou and Qiao Xi were dressed all in black, looking very casual.

Qiao Xi was dressed more warmly than the other female guests present, with a furry cape covering her upper body, and her dress underneath was thick as well.

It’s said that before opening the ancestral hall, there must be a ceremony to worship the heavens outside.

In this bitter cold at the end of the year, only a few people can withstand the low temperatures outside. The smart ones brought coats, while some are more concerned with appearance over warmth, choosing style over comfort.

But fortunately, the ancestral hall probably has heating.

As long as you go inside, it will be fine.

Qiao Xi softly reminded, "Wan Jiang, you should follow Young Master Zhong, we can manage on our own. Today must not have any mistakes, it’s better to be safe than sorry. With so many people present, causing any trouble might ruin his plans."

"Your consideration is thorough, I’ll go right away."

"Go ahead."

Qiao Xi knows that Wan Jiang is very loyal and skilled.

With him beside Zhong Yi, she feels much more at ease.

Huo Xingzhou listens to Qiao Xi’s arrangements, holds her hand tightly, and says in a cool voice, "Stay by my side today, don’t let anyone bump into you."

"Okay."

Sun Weimeng nodded and said, "Today, Old Chen is supposed to protect me. Qiao Xi, you must stick close to Huo Xingzhou. The banquet can’t have too many bodyguards, and the Zhong Family is worried we’ll cause trouble. But it’s a pity, we can manage even without many bodyguards."

He has a task today.

Young Master Sun carried a branded men’s bag, bulging.

After passing security with no hazardous items, the Zhong Family bodyguards at the door didn’t require a search. After all, the guests could not be treated too harshly as long as it’s confirmed the items aren’t dangerous.

However, it’s still unusual for a man to bring a bag to a banquet.

Ten o’clock sharp.

The Zhong Family appeared.

Old Master Zhong leaned on a cane, with his grandson Zhong Hongfei standing beside him, followed by Zhong Lingxiao and Zhao Shuyuan, and lastly Zhong Yi.

A maid supported a distinguished-looking woman following them, the former film queen Lin Xifei.

The family’s looks are quite extraordinary.

Many people were discussing, "Old Master must be close to ninety, yet his health is still robust."

"No matter how robust, it’s time to hand over his power to the next generation; otherwise, if something happens suddenly, the Zhong Family will fall into chaos."

"The Zhong Family tends to marry and have children early, except for Zhong Lingxiao. He’s over thirty and still doesn’t have a biological son."

"Don’t speak recklessly, isn’t Miss Lin pregnant? It’s said she’s been pregnant for over three months now, this should be pretty certain."

"Hurry up and find a chance to get noticed by Young Master Zhong for future convenience."

They have different thoughts, but most of them are certain Zhong Lingxiao will rise.

After today, the situation in the Imperial Capital will likely change again.

Even the Pei and Lu Families have no doubt.

Old Master Zhong stepped into the crowd and said, "Thank you all for taking time to attend the significant event of my Zhong Family. Today, we ask everyone to join us in worshiping heaven and opening the ancestral hall, to establish the eleventh generation successor of the Zhong Family."

"Old Master is courteous, it’s our honor!"

"You flatter us!"

This Old Master symbolizes success from the previous era, his respect does not just stem from being a Zhong.

Old Master Zhong’s mouth curled into a hint of a smile, "Then please, gentlemen, proceed and witness the grand event of my Zhong Family."

He walked at the forefront.

A group of people followed him in a grand procession, passing through the winding corridors of the banquet hall, arriving at an independent ancient building, with the entire ground paved with stone slabs.

In front of the heavy main gate were stone steps, looking up, "Zhong Ancestral Hall" four characters were solemn and majestic.

At this time, the main door was tightly closed, not yet ten twenty-eight.

First, worship heaven.

Outside, a long table with an offering stand was already set up, offerings, joss paper, and other items were arranged.

The butler held a basin of clear water, inviting Old Master Zhong to first cleanse his hands. His thin fingers were stained with water droplets, washing devoutly.

"Lingxiao, come forward to join me in worshiping heaven."

"Yes."

Zhong Lingxiao bypassed Zhong Yi, casting a slightly contemptuous glance at him.

With so many people, Old Master only called him to accompany in worshiping.

This sends a very clear signal, understood by those who understand.

Zhong Lingxiao also washed his hands in the basin, then dried with a clean towel, finally standing next to Old Master.

The butler lit incense, distributing three sticks each to Old Master and Zhong Lingxiao.

The two appeared solemn, respectfully worshiping.

Finally, the incense was inserted into the incense burner.

After a series of procedures, the heavenly worship ceremony was completed.

Throughout, no one made loud noises, those seated at the Zhong Family’s banquet have some faith in this, with a degree of reverence in their hearts.

The thunderous gong sounded.

Ten twenty-eight!

The door of the Zhong Ancestral Hall slowly opened, Old Master grasped Zhong Lingxiao’s hand and walked at the front.

Zhong Lingxiao glanced back at Zhong Yi who fell behind, raising an eyebrow.

Zhong Yi, what are you going to compete with me!

Today, in front of everyone, he is the chosen successor by Old Master.

Other guests also entered the ancestral hall, exclaiming in amazement.

Every brick, tile, grass, and tree in Zhong’s Ancestral Hall is impeccably arranged, it’s said this hall was constructed hundreds of years ago, filled with historical marks. Inside, rows of ancestral tablets are placed, many belong to prominent figures of their time.

To take care of the guests’ health, the ancestral hall’s heating was also on, but due to ventilation, the effect is not very good.

"You all come over."

Old Master Zhong called.

Zhong Lingxiao and Zhong Hongfei father and son approached first, followed by Zhao Shuyuan.

Zhong Yi was at the back.

Old Master Zhong said coldly, "Is this laziness in worshiping ancestors? Hurry and come forward."

His tone was quite reproachful.

Zhong Yi stepped forward, standing with Zhong Lingxiao, said, "I thought Old Master only had eyes for my elder brother, casting aside me, a living person."

This sour and jealous behavior truly confirmed the rumors.

The second son of Zhong feels he cannot compare with the eldest, having given up on himself.

Zhong Lingxiao’s face carried a gentle smile, "Zhong Yi, don’t imitate those petty manners that make people dislike. Old Master does not like to hear such words, you must respect your elders."

"Oh."

Zhong Yi responded blankly.

In the corner.

Feng Nanxi ate the little cake brought from the banquet hall ahead, mumbled, "So arrogant, probably won’t be able to smile soon."

Her half-brother in a wheelchair Feng Yunchuan said, "Indeed arrogant, Zhong Yi will soon not be able to smile; I think he’s just forcing himself."

Feng Nanxi glanced at him, annoyed, "Who said Zhong Yi! I was talking about Zhong Lingxiao!"

"Sister, did your mind go wrong? Zhong Lingxiao is the next head of the Zhong Family."

"Everyone is drunk, and I’m the only sober one; you’re also a hopeless fool. Don’t disturb my show, I bet five million."

Five million betting Zhong Yi would be the ultimate winner!

Feng Yunchuan exclaimed, "You’re crazy! Five million up in smoke! Do you really believe in miracles?"

Feng Nanxi looked at him with pity, then moved her gaze away, only two people betted on Zhong Yi’s victory, with odds of nine to one.

Don’t know who else has such insight!

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