Master Zhan, your daughter has gone out to catch ghosts again.

Chapter 245 The current me may not be the worst version of myself.

Zhan Weimin stood still, willingly accepting their punishment.

"Speak!" Zhan Yeqiu roared.

Zhan Weiguo stood up, raised his hand to press down Zhan Yeqiu's arm that was holding a gun, and slowly walked towards Zhan Weimin. Then, without warning, he threw a punch with all his might.

"Forehead..."

Zhan Weimin was thrown to the ground, which shows just how much hatred Zhan Weiguo harbored.

When he was young, he secretly competed with himself, and he could disregard some collaborations because his brother was his own brother. He would give him whatever he wanted, as long as he asked, even if it was beyond his own bottom line. But why, why did his brother have to play dirty tricks on him and challenge his last line of defense?

He developed fatal suspicions about his own younger brother because of a casual remark from someone else.

Zhan Weiguo stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and roared like a raging lion, "Zhan Weimin, haven't I been good enough to you as your younger brother? You attacked my daughter just because of a stranger's words. You didn't even suspect anything, didn't investigate, and didn't confront me before you attacked her. Why? Or do you already harbor resentment towards me? You can tell me, come at me. Why did you have to hurt an innocent newborn baby?"

Hearing Zhan Weiguo's roar, Madam Zhan wept bitterly, while Grandpa Zhan comforted her from the side.

"Dad..." Zhan Jinxi felt suffocated with pain and wanted to go forward.

"This matter is not just about you, but more about the personal grudges between Dad and Zhan Weimin." Zhan Guiting stopped Zhan Jinxi, his voice deep, magnetic, and somewhat powerless.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

No sooner had Zhan Weimin finished apologizing than a shot rang out, hitting Zhan Weimin in the left arm.

"Ah..." Zhan Weimin howled in pain, accompanied by the painful screams of Old Madam Zhan.

"Zhan Yeqiu!" Zhan Weiguo roared.

He had said that the gun should not be fired, but Zhan Yeqiu always went his own way and wouldn't listen to a single word he said.

"Calm down! My daughter is still upstairs." Zhan Guiting walked to Zhan Yeqiu's side and pressed down on his gun.

Such loud noise could easily frighten Yoyo and the triplets upstairs.

Remembering that Yoyo was still upstairs, Zhan Yeqiu's mind was slowly pulled back.

"Butler, take the old lady and master upstairs," Zhan Guiting said to the butler.

Under such circumstances, Madam Zhan could not bear it.

The butler came in. "Yes."

"Gui Ting, you can take revenge on him, but please don't hurt him. I beg you, please beg your father, don't hurt him."

The housekeeper helped the two elders up and prepared to go upstairs, but Madam Zhan grabbed Zhan Guiting's arm and cried.

Zhan Guiting is Zhan Weiguo's eldest son and holds a significant place in Zhan Weiguo's heart. His younger brothers also respect him greatly, giving him considerable influence in this matter.

If he speaks up, there's a 90% chance he can save Zhan Weimin.

"Okay, don't worry, Grandma. You go upstairs with Grandpa and get some rest. You'll be fine when you wake up," Zhan Guiting comforted her.

Only then did Madam Zhan and Mr. Zhan feel relieved and go upstairs.

Zhan Jinxi sat next to Qin Yimo, trying to persuade her.

Blood gushed from Zhan Weimin's arm, dripping onto the floor and spreading out.

Zhan Weiguo did not feel sorry for his wife. It was because of his own pity that his wife suffered pain that she should not have had to endure.

His daughter should have grown up by their side, showered with love and affection. She should have been raised like other young ladies from wealthy families, arrogant and proud, a little princess who had everything, insensitive and fearless, confident and self-assured... But because of Zhan Weimin, Zhan Jinxi suffered so much hardship and injustice that she shouldn't have had to endure.

"Something terrible has happened, Chairman! The old lady has fainted."

"What."

The generals, who were supposed to be good for the country and the people, were tossed about like trash and rushed upstairs.

Everyone followed closely behind.

Because of the injury to his arm, it was extremely difficult for Zhan Weimin to get up from the ground, but he was worried about the old lady, so no matter how painful it was, he had to go upstairs to check on her.

Inside the two elders' room, Youyou was already taking Madam Zhan's pulse.

The group rushed into the room.

"Oh dear, how is your great-grandmother?" Qin Yimo asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, Great-Grandma is fine. She was just overwhelmed with grief and experienced a brief moment of dizziness. As long as she gets some rest, she'll be alright." After taking her pulse, Yoyo said as she gently placed Old Madam Zhan's hand under the covers and carefully tucked her in.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

This includes Zhan Weimin, who was leaning against the outside of the room.

They knew perfectly well that Madam Zhan had fainted because of them.

This was the most painful and agonizing thing for her, watching helplessly as her two sons turned against each other.

"Mom and Dad, brothers, I'm fine. Let bygones be bygones. I don't blame anyone. Although I've been plagued by hardship for the past eighteen years, it's precisely because of these hardships that I am who I am today. Didn't you say that I haven't disappointed you? I think the me I am now might not be the worst version of myself," Zhan Jinxi said with a smile.

Zhan Jinxi knew that when people are extremely vulnerable, they are easily swayed by divisive words. In particular, Zhan Weimin harbored resentment towards Zhan Weiguo for always being one step ahead of him, making him more susceptible to being manipulated and taking extreme actions.

"Yes, yes, my aunt is the best!" the little guy exclaimed excitedly.

Looking at this bouncy little creature, everyone's hearts melted instantly, and smiles slowly replaced their hatred.

"Yo yo baby is the best too." Zhan Jinxi picked up the little guy horizontally, held him in her arms, and rocked him from side to side to make him happy.

The happy little guy kept giggling, his soft, crisp laughter filling the entire room and healing everyone in it.

Without anyone noticing, the corners of Old Madam Zhan's eyes curved into a smile.