Chapter 305: Chapter 0305 Confrontation in Front of the Spirit Hall (4) Chapter 305: Chapter 0305 Confrontation in Front of the Spirit Hall (4) In such a scene, Huo Tingxiao actually managed to speak with a tone as light as the breeze and as indifferent as clouds, which surprised everyone.

Only Mu Lan looked at him with some worry. The calmer he became, the more uneasy Mu Lan felt.

In the crowd, Pei Zhao, sitting in a wheelchair, slightly curled up the corners of his lips, watching the scene with great satisfaction.

And there, standing beside him, Lin Yize’s eyes were filled with a complex emotion, his gaze fixed on Huo Qidong, as if trying to restrain something.

“Tingxiao, what do you want to do?”

Huo Qidong furrowed his brows, looking at his eldest son with a tone tinged with helplessness.

Huo Tingxiao returned the look directly.

“What do you think I want to do?”

The two seemed to be speaking in riddles. Shen Zichu had grown up with Huo Tingxiao and knew him well; he feared that Huo Tingyang wouldn’t be allowed to leave so easily today.

Shen Zichu didn’t care what happened to Huo Tingyang, but he couldn’t allow a funeral to turn into such a debacle. If Huo Tingxiao acted too ruthlessly on this occasion, it would ruin his reputation.

“Tingxiao, today is the old man’s funeral, and the time set by the master is approaching. Don’t be foolish now.”

Shen Zichu’s voice lowered, urgent.

Huo Tingxiao turned a deaf ear as if he didn’t hear Shen Zichu, his face expressionless as he locked eyes with Huo Qidong.

Huo Qidong’s coiled fingers clenched slightly, his voice growing stern.

“Today is your grandfather’s funeral. No matter what it is, let’s talk about it back at the old house, and take the people away.”

But the security guards didn’t dare to move; after all, they were Huo Tingxiao’s men.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment, and Huo Tingxiao couldn’t help but laugh.

“What can’t be said in front of everyone? Grandfather’s body is still here. Let’s speak frankly in front of the old man,”
“Let’s clarify the rights and wrongs, and have the people present listen and pass judgment, while we’re at it.”

Coming from Huo Tingxiao’s mouth, the words “pass judgment” sent a chill from the feet up.

In Sea City, he was the law; who dared pass judgment on the Huo Family?

The crowd, originally eager to watch the drama, wore various expressions.

“Tingxiao is right. What is there that can’t be said? Uncle, why not follow Tingxiao’s suggestion, how about it?”

Pei Zhao suddenly spoke up, causing Huo Qidong to frown and look sharply at the young man sitting in the wheelchair before him.

His smile was ambiguous, utterly the look of someone who enjoys watching the drama unfold. Remembering past events, Huo Qidong’s expression grew uncomfortable.

“It’s just some minor matters, why delay everyone’s time? Mu Lan, take Tingxiao back to your place.”

Huo Qidong knew how to pivot his strategies–turning to Mu Lan.

Once he said this, if she did not persuade Tingxiao, she would appear to be an ill-mannered daughter-in-law. But if she did try to persuade him, how could she bring herself to say it?

Right then, Huo Tingxiao must have been stifling frustration, and she couldn’t bear to see him distressed.

After thinking it through, Mu Lan still didn’t want him to be the subject of everyone’s gossip, especially today at Old Master Huo’s funeral.

“Husband.”

Without saying more, Mu Lan simply took his hand and called out to him softly.

Huo Tingxiao instantly understood her wishes for him not to continue.

The last shreds of his rationality made him take a deep breath before he spoke again,
“Take them back to the old house. We’ll talk there.”

Of course, Huo Tingyang refused to cooperate.

“Why should we go back to the old house? You–”
Before he could finish, Yun Xi delivered a hand chop to the back of Huo Tingyang’s neck. The tall man, over six feet tall, passed out instantly.

Xian Yaping was terrified and screamed,
“What are you going to do to my son?”

“Shut up!”

Yun Xi spoke coldly, and Xian Yaping, frightened she might do something more, could only watch in shock and fear as she and two bodyguards dragged Huo Tingyang away.

The commotion seemed to come to an abrupt halt, but little did they know it was just the calm before the storm.

“It’s such a pity, wasting a good opportunity to mend fences.

Uncle, why didn’t you take this chance to resolve your issues with Tingxiao, after all, you’re father and son.”

Pei Zhao’s words were loaded, and anyone clever could hear the underlying message.

Huo Qidong’s face darkened.

“You worry too much.”

Pei Zhao, satisfied with Huo Tingxiao’s weary expression, maneuvered his wheelchair into the mourning hall.

Meanwhile, Huo Qidong felt a young man’s piercing gaze on him and couldn’t help but lift his head.

Lin Yize’s eyes, filled with hatred, seemed to bear an immense grudge against him.

Huo Qidong was puzzled. He clearly didn’t recognize this young man–why then was he looking at him like this?

At the moment, he was stretched too thin. Pacifying Huo Tingxiao was the priority, so after a brief moment of eye contact, he looked away.

“You’re being quite inappropriate for today’s setting.”

Huo Tingxiao looked at Huo Qidong dismissively.

“Inappropriate? No one ever taught me how to behave properly.

And what propriety do I owe to a bastard?”

Huo Qidong clenched his teeth as he looked at Huo Tingxiao. He knew his son hated him. He would rather have his indifference than this drawn tension between them.

“We can talk about whatever it is after the funeral.”

Not wanting to argue with Huo Tingxiao any further, Huo Qidong turned and walked back to the mourning hall.

“Were you just trying to kill Huo Tingyang? That’s so rash, not like you at all.”

Yunzhan put away his sardonic smile, genuinely concerned.

He was usually somewhat frivolous, but he knew to prioritize the greater good when it mattered.

There were so many ways to deal with someone like Huo Tingyang, and Huo Tingxiao’s nature was not to be impulsive. He had always been steady and composed, so what was going on today?

Huo Tingxiao didn’t speak; he just silently strode to the place where the family would receive the mourners.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Yunzhan looked to Shen Zichu, his tone a bit cautious. He had never seen Huo Tingxiao like this before.

“Not every time can a person keep their cool, Huo Tingxiao is human, not a god.

And furthermore…”

Shen Zichu had already guessed the reason, pretty accurately. Though they were both heirs, Huo Tingxiao had lived far too constrained and painful a life since childhood. Now, it was only the beginning of his outburst.

“If you have something to say, just say it. What’s the point of stopping halfway? How come I feel like I don’t understand him at all, and yet you know him as if you can read his mind?”

Yunzhan’s description elicited an annoyed eye roll from Shen Zichu.

“You’ve only known him for a few years, and you know the version of him from the Jiaolong Squad. I’ve watched him transform into who he is today.

Yunzhan, if it weren’t for Mu Lan, he might have lived his whole life without feeling like a real person.”

After uttering these words, Shen Zichu suddenly thought of Gu Xiaoman and remembered her carefree laughter. He felt as if he might be going mad, and thought he might need to see a psychologist.

“That’s why one should never fall for a woman. Look at the consequences, tsk tsk…”
Shen Zichu was speechless at Yunzhan’s words. He couldn’t fathom how his mind worked. Sigh. But perhaps it was better this way; playing the game of life was more enjoyable.