Chapter 94

For this question, Yang Kang hesitated for a moment before he said, "My father has always been very generous."

"Yes!" Feng Xiucai said, "Your father has always been very generous. To relatives and friends, whenever someone was in trouble and he could help, he would always do his best to assist. In business, he was also cautious, understanding the principle of steady and long-term gains. So, Little Prince, think about it, why would your father take the risk to buy that painting? Let's set aside whether the painting is real or fake, but the premise is that Uncle Yang couldn't afford that painting at the time. Even if the profit from reselling it was huge, it wouldn't be worth the risk."

In an instant, Yang Kang was stunned.

Yes, at that time, his father had tens of millions, not enough to buy the painting, but their life was very comfortable.

His mother had passed away early, and his father had no burdens, with only him as a son. He seemed to have everything he needed: a small villa with a garden in Peach Blossom Manor, expensive jade pendants, and branded clothing. What else did he lack? Was it worth it for his father to take such a risk?

Or, what else did his father lack?

"There is no reason for my father to take such a risk," Yang Kang said after some thought. "I have never asked for anything either. At least, I don't remember saying anything..."

"Given your character, you wouldn't ask for anything beyond your family's means," Feng Xiucai said. "That's why I can't understand why Uncle Yang would take the risk to bet everything on that painting. It's not just about the huge profit; even if the profit was high, it wasn't worth the risk for Uncle Yang. The key is that it doesn't align with his cautious nature."

"Yes!" Yang Kang thought seriously. At the time, the situation was sudden, and the only thing he could do was to help his father deal with the aftermath. Honestly, he never blamed his father. In the antique business, making a mistake is too common.

He always thought that someone had tricked his father with a high-quality fake. Since both the seller and the buyer were introduced by Jiang Yan, Yang Kang always believed that Jiang Yan must know something. So, no matter how Jiang Yan insulted him, he endured it; he couldn't let his father die in vain.

When he found out that the "Tokyo Splendor" was real, he felt the matter was even more complicated and bizarre.

Now, hearing Feng Xiucai's analysis, Yang Kang thought carefully. Indeed, his father wasn't like Jiang Yan; he wouldn't take such a risk for huge profits.

Even if he took a step back, people who take risks are usually driven to a dead end, forced to take dangerous paths to survive. But what did his father gain?

Could it be the "Tokyo Splendor"?

But he was also planning to buy the "Tokyo Splendor" and resell it to others.

As Feng Xiucai said, everything seemed unreasonable.

"Hey—" Guo Puzi nudged Yang Kang with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "Little Prince, did your father have any mistresses?"

"What?" Yang Kang was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but whisper, "Fatso, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense," Guo Puzi said. "You're a good kid, but who knows if your father had a mistress and a bastard child? These days, keeping a mistress and a child is the most expensive thing. By logical deduction, your father might have been forced to take the risk."

"You—" Yang Kang glared at Guo Puzi and said, "My father is not that kind of person."

"Uncle Yang is really not that kind of person," Feng Xiucai said. "I investigated Uncle Yang. If he had other huge expenses, it would make more sense. The problem is, he didn't. After Little Prince's mother passed away, he lived a simple and ascetic life. And because of Little Prince's mother's early death, he always felt guilty towards Little Prince."

"Yes!" Mentioning this, Yang Kang felt a lump in his throat, his eyes turning red. Since his mother's death, his father had taken meticulous care of his life, fearing that the single-parent family would leave him with psychological scars.

In fact, when his mother died, he was fifteen and already understood that life and death are predetermined, not something that can be forced.

"Little Prince, you don't need to be too sad. We will definitely get to the bottom of this," Feng Xiucai said. "There's another unreasonable point, I wonder if you've thought about it?"

"Uh?" Yang Kang was puzzled and asked, "What else? Jiang Yan?"

"Jiang Yan, and your uncle and aunt," Feng Xiucai said. "Your father and your uncle had conflicts in the past, but later, when your uncle bought a house, your father helped a lot, right?"

"Um!" Yang Kang nodded and said, "I know a little about that."

"In theory, when your father made a mistake with the painting, your uncle might not have helped, but he wouldn't have been so quick to humiliate you in front of your father," Feng Xiucai said. "Jiang Yan was even more obvious. After careful thought, it seems they wanted to take advantage of your shock to humiliate and torment you, making you lose hope and commit suicide?"

"At that time, I really thought about it, but I was unwilling to give up," Yang Kang said, feeling sad as he remembered his uncle's insults at his father's funeral...

He really couldn't understand what his father had done to make his uncle and aunt hate him so much that they wouldn't even let him rest in peace after his death?

"Why were your relatives so eager when others weren't?" Feng Xiucai frowned and said, "Little Prince, don't you find this suspicious?"

"At the time, I didn't think much about it. Later, I realized that my father and my uncle had some conflicts, and as for Jiang Yan—my father just helped the wrong person," Yang Kang said bitterly. "My father never made a mistake in the antique business, but he was very bad at judging people."

"Your difficulty in finding a job clearly indicates that someone was interfering. So, your relatives might have been incited by someone," Feng Xiucai said.

"Why?" Yang Kang asked, puzzled.

Feng Xiucai's expression was very serious as he said, "Little Prince, I carefully analyzed this again. It seems that the person's goal was to take your life—forcing you to commit suicide."

"Ah?" Yang Kang was shocked, his chopsticks falling to the ground as he stared at Feng Xiucai in disbelief.

To take his life? Who had he offended? How could they be so ruthless?

"Yes, this person's goal was to use a famous painting to force you and your father to your deaths without spilling a drop of blood," Feng Xiucai said solemnly.

Hou Zhi had been listening quietly all along. At this point, he interjected, "Little Prince, think about it, who have you offended?"