My Perfect Female CEO

Chapter 827: Turning Against Each Other as Enemies

The night was as dark as ink, and the lamps had just been lit.When Zhang Jiren arrived at Zhang Furen’s residence with food and drink, Ye Fan and Mengyao had just driven away, while Qiu Wen was lying in wait, hidden in the shadows.

Zhang Jiren was not alone; a few people followed him, including Brother Hai and his gang.

That’s right, Brother Hai and his gang, who often bullied Zhang Furen, were all appointed by Zhang Jiren.

As for why Brother Hai and his gang of hooligans would willingly follow Zhang Jiren, a child barely older than a boy, there was only one reason: Zhang Jiren was generous, providing them with food, drink, and everything they needed, making their lives very comfortable.

Therefore, even though Zhang Jiren was young, his cunning made Brother Hai and his gang call him ’little boss’ from the bottom of their hearts, showing Zhang Jiren’s cunning manipulation.

"Brother Hai, wait outside first. After I deal with the trouble, you guys take care of the aftermath," Zhang Jiren said politely.

"Little boss, keeping watch outside, anyone could do it. Let me go in with you. No matter what, I’ll be a helping hand. What if something happens to you?" Brother Hai said, worried.

"Don’t worry, I can handle it. If I can’t manage such a small matter, I won’t have the face to meet anyone," Zhang Jiren said confidently.

"Then be careful, little boss. If you need support, call us anytime." Seeing Zhang Jiren insist, Brother Hai compromised a bit.

Zhang Jiren knocked on Zhang Furen’s door, and shortly after, it opened. Zhang Furen looked exceptionally well, like someone whose spirits were lifted by a joyous event, exuding joy from head to toe.

"Brother, why are you here?" Zhang Furen said in surprise and hurriedly invited him in, "Come in quickly."

Zhang Jiren entered the room, his expression dejected, "I’m in a bad mood and came to drink a couple of glasses with you, brother."

"What’s wrong?" Zhang Furen asked with concern.

"I don’t even know. Dad fell ill at home and beat Mom harshly," Zhang Jiren said while pouring wine, "He scolded me too, said I was useless, so I ran away from home."

Zhang Jiren pretended to be unaware that Zhang Furen was already the heir to the Zhang family’s business.

Zhang Furen, too, was cautious, not mentioning it. Although he was the heir, he hadn’t yet grasped real power. He didn’t dare act rashly, fearing Zhang Wushan might act desperately against him.

However, seeing the wine and food Zhang Jiren brought, he suddenly thought he’d celebrate properly. Soon, he’d be the heir to the Zhang family’s business. Unfortunately, his pockets were empty, with only five dollars spared by Brother Hai, not enough for a feast. Now, with ready supplies, he was thrilled.

"Don’t be down. Everything will pass, and everything will get better," Zhang Furen said, already raising a glass and drinking it down, with a satisfied expression. He couldn’t help but praise, "Good wine, really good wine. It’s been a while since I had such quality. A life of luxury is what I yearn for."

In reality, having been used to a wealthy life, now fallen on hard times, he found it hard to even fill his stomach, let alone drink.

A glass of good wine had already ignited a yearning for the affluent life he once had and missed.

In the past, such thoughts were beyond his reach. Now, they gave him reassurance.

"Brother, won’t you toast with me? You’re drinking alone," Zhang Jiren complained.

"Haha, you’re still young, a time for growth and learning. Drinking only harms you," Zhang Furen lectured.

"Doesn’t the book say ’a little drink is good for the mood’?" Zhang Jiren muttered disbelievingly and took a sip, only to choke, tears and snot nearly flowing.

"I told you, and you didn’t believe it. Now you do," Zhang Furen said, in an old-fashioned manner, "What the book says can be deceitful. A little drink may be good in some cases, but you’re not at the age to drink, best to avoid it."

"This stuff is really damn nasty," Zhang Jiren mumbled, both crying and laughing.

"You just accompany me with some food, and watch me drink," Zhang Furen laughed.

"I guess so, I thought I could have a few drinks, but it seems I can’t handle even a drop," Zhang Jiren laughed bitterly.

So, the two half-brothers chatted, while Zhang Furen continued drinking, glass after glass.

After a few glasses, Zhang Furen was already getting tipsy.

"What’s wrong with me today? I’ve only had a few drinks, and I’m already feeling tipsy. My alcohol tolerance isn’t usually this bad," Zhang Furen was unable to sit straight, feeling dizzy, then fell to the ground and cried out in pain before passing out.

Zhang Jiren had tampered with the wine, drugging it. If Zhang Furen didn’t pass out, it’d be a miracle.

"Zhang Furen, you bastard. I can only relieve my hatred by killing you with my own hands. If anyone else intervenes, it would show that I am incompetent," Zhang Jiren muttered fiercely, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Zhang Jiren made an effort to tie Zhang Furen up, then splashed cold water to wake him, standing in front of him with a cleaver in hand.

Upon waking and finding himself tied up, facing Zhang Jiren’s sinister gaze, Zhang Furen shivered, a deep sense of crisis creeping into his heart. Although unsure of why, he was truly frightened.

He suddenly realized he no longer recognized his brother. The once timid and innocent younger brother had transformed completely.

"My good brother, what’s this game? Let me go, put down the knife. This isn’t funny at all, be careful not to hurt yourself," Zhang Furen was frantic, feigning concern.

"Game? Haha, you think I’m playing a game?" Zhang Jiren scoffed, "Near death and you still don’t realize it, do you?"

"Near death!" These words thundered in Zhang Furen’s heart. Confused, he said, "Brother, what has happened to you? Why are you like this? I’m your brother!"

"Brother? You dare call yourself my brother. I don’t have a beastly brother like you," Zhang Jiren shouted fiercely.

"What’s wrong with you? Are you possessed by an evil spirit?" Zhang Furen asked anxiously, "Why have you become so frightening? I don’t recognize you. This isn’t you, right?"

"At this point, are you still hoping to survive? Ridiculous, truly ridiculous," Zhang Jiren sneered endlessly.

"Why? Why are you doing this? I trusted you so much, how can you be so heartless?" Zhang Furen was filled with despair, screaming hysterically.