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

Chapter 244 Suicide or Let Me Do It Myself

It was past 5 p.m. when YoYo and the others finally returned to the Zhan family manor.

"Oh, my darling!"

Before Yoyo could even get off the bus, a loud voice suddenly shouted, followed by a tall figure rushing towards them.

Just as Yoyo was about to jump off the car, she suddenly jumped into someone's arms.

"Hey baby, look who I am! Do you remember me?"

"Third Uncle, I'm a child, but I'm not stupid." Yoyo glanced at Zhan Juzhou as if he were a fool.

Zhan Juzhou: "..."

"Third Uncle, why are you back?"

"Because tomorrow is Christmas Eve and the day after is Christmas Day, of course I came back to spend the holidays with my precious baby. Uncle San canceled all his schedules and rushed back to be with our little darling. Isn't that touching? But don't get touched yet, give Uncle San a kiss first."

Yoyo didn't speak; silence was her best Cambridge.

But she obediently gave Zhan Juzhou a perfunctory kiss on the face.

Zhan Juzhou was ecstatic.

Suddenly, a Maybach drove up, stopped, and Zhan Weimin got out.

Looking at the place where I grew up, it hasn't changed at all. Memories flood my mind, like a movie theater screening, quickly showing every little detail of my growth here.

"Uncle?" Zhan Juzhou exclaimed in shock upon seeing Zhan Weimin.

Strange, why did my uncle suddenly come back? He hasn't been home for eighteen years, why did he suddenly come back today?

Zhan Weimin looked at Zhan Juzhou, somewhat not recognizing him, and guessed, "Zhan Juzhou?"

“Yes, it’s me, Uncle. You haven’t been back for eighteen years. It’s really not easy for you to recognize me.” Zhan Juzhou put his arm around Zhan Weimin’s shoulder like a good buddy.

Zhan Weimin lowered his eyes and gave a bitter smile.

"Hey, Uncle, why haven't you come back for the past eighteen years? My grandparents miss you so much. Every time we talk on the phone, it takes them a long time to recover. Hey, how long are you planning to stay this time?" Zhan Juzhou asked.

Zhan Weimin hung his head and remained silent, not uttering a single word. He hadn't expected everyone to care about him so much, and he didn't know how to answer Zhan Juzhou's question.

"Alright, that's enough. Let's go inside." Old Master Zhan's words carried an air of authority.

"Third Uncle, where's my dad? Has my dad come back yet?"

"You're back, you're back. I'm having a meeting in the study. I'll be down right after the meeting. Now, come play with your third uncle, okay?" Zhan Juzhou said, unable to resist giving the soft, cuddly little guy a big kiss.

Entering the hall, the magnificent and brightly lit space felt like entering a basement with extremely low pressure, giving one a sense of unknown danger.

It makes one feel like they have a thorn in their side.

Zhan Weimin, in particular, could guess what kind of situation and anger he would face next.

Grandpa Zhan saw Zhan Weiguo and Qin Yimo sitting on the sofa, as well as his seven grandsons sitting scattered around.

They were all over 1.85 meters tall, dressed in different types of black clothing, with their eyes lowered, their faces gloomy, and their bodies exuding murderous intent.

It gives people a strong sense of oppression.

The last time these nine brothers gathered together today was because of YoYo.

It seems that Zhan Weiguo has deduced something from the downfall of the Ye family and the imprisonment of Ye Meng and Lu Feng.

Grandpa Zhan sighed deeply; Zhan Weimin's life was in grave danger.

He wasn't 100% certain he could protect Zhan Weimin.

They fight for the country as one family, and their tendency to protect their own is well-known within the circle.

The atmosphere gradually intensified to its most dangerous level, making it difficult for everyone to even breathe.

Zhan Juzhou looked around like a fool, wondering what was going on and why the atmosphere was so tense.

Zhan Juzhou had just returned, and when Zhan Weiguo called a family meeting with his sons, he was not there and naturally did not know what had happened.

Suddenly, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor rang out.

Step by step, one step after another, it has a great rhythm, but it also adds a touch of suspense and the unknown.

Yoyo turned her head and saw Zhan Guiting coming down from upstairs. She quickly jumped down from Zhan Juzhou's arms, rushed towards Zhan Guiting, and threw herself into his arms, calling him "Daddy" in a soft and sweet voice.

Zhan Guiting bent down and picked up the little one, his tone slightly reproachful, but his eyes were filled with tenderness and indulgence. His long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles brushed through the little one's slightly messy hair. "You still know how to come back, huh?"

"Dad, have a persimmon." The little guy suddenly pulled a persimmon out of his pocket, but unfortunately, the persimmon was mashed into a pulp.

The little guy was restless in the car, rolling around on the seat, forgetting he had persimmons in his pocket. As a result, he flattened the persimmons, and his pockets were all dirty with them.

Zhan Guiting took the persimmon, which was already flat and oozing juice, from the little guy's hand. "Okay, Daddy will eat it later. You go upstairs to wash up and change into clean clothes. You can't go downstairs unless Daddy tells you to, okay?"

"Okay." The little girl agreed readily because she sensed another emotion emanating from Zhan Guiting.

"Triplets, take your little sister upstairs," Zhan Guiting said to the triplets as he put Youyou down.

"Oh."

The triplets held Yoyo's little hand and went upstairs.

Looking at Zhan Guiting, Zhan Weimin had to admit that Zhan Weiguo was truly the chosen one, and had a very good life.

Even as a child, Zhan Guiting displayed extraordinary abilities and an innate air of superiority. Zhan Weiguo was always proud of Zhan Guiting. Unexpectedly, he grew up to be even more outstanding than he had imagined, in every aspect. It was as if God had forgotten to close the window for him.

Yet this powerful and fearsome man reveals an unimaginable tenderness and doting affection when facing his daughter.

Zhan Yeqiu suddenly put down his crossed legs, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and did so with a fierce gesture.

Suddenly, Zhan Yeqiu stood up and, with lightning speed, drew his gun and pointed it at Zhan Weimin, his eyes filled with malice.

Zhan Weimin's heart skipped a beat from the shock.

Zhan Weiguo's sons all exude a ruthless streak, they're truly something else!

"Zhan..." Old Madam Zhan panicked.

She never dreamed that her Zhan family, who had lived happily for generations, would one day face such a tragic end.

Zhan Juzhou scratched his head, confused. Why was his second brother pulling out a gun?

Suddenly, it dawned on him that his younger sister's disappearance might be related to his eldest uncle. Apart from this, he couldn't think of any other reason why his second brother would pull out a gun and point it at his own family.

"Are you going to commit suicide or let me do it myself?" He didn't want to say anything more. What you do has a price to pay, and in Zhan Yeqiu's case, the price is doubled again and again.

"Zhan Yeqiu!" Old Madam Zhan cried out in anguish.