Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

How could the Nangong family have fallen this far? Just because his sons had disappeared or died?

Did they really think they had Nangong Kunpeng under their control? Did they naively believe that he had been head of the family all these years for nothing?

Eventually, several trustworthy women were sent into the inner chamber with Chu Beiying. The hopeful faces that entered came out with their heads drooped.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts as it dawned on them that they may have miscalculated. Who would have expected Nangong Kunpeng to have such a trump card?

He had managed to hide this child without anyone knowing.

“Believe me now?” Nangong Kunpeng asked them, his tone icy.

“You’re quite the strategist, master; you’ve fooled us all.” The second elder could hardly breathe from anger.

“Oh, I could never plot as well as you, second uncle. Now that I have raised your grandson and granddaughter, wouldn’t you like to take them back?” Nangong Kunpeng looked at the two children he had raised and spoke coldly, his words devoid of sentiment.

But who could know of the bitterness in his heart? His child had disappeared when she was so young, and despite deploying countless people to find her, they had all returned empty-handed.

His wife’s subsequent sons had died in quick succession. If it hadn’t been for the pretext that his wife needed rest due to the heartbreak of losing her children, he might have lost his daughter Yingying as well.

Nangong Kunpeng was not a fool. He could regard his first son’s disappearance as an accident, but how could he explain the deaths of his second and youngest sons?

If he hadn’t chosen to raise Nangong Jiabao and Nangong Jiahui back then, his daughter Yingying’s existence would have been discovered, and she might not have been able to grow up.

Did he, Nangong Kunpeng, not hate all this? Of course, he did, but what could he do? Kill them?

“Dad.” Nangong Jiabao and Nangong Jiahui were terrified and shouted simultaneously.

“Don’t call me ‘dad’ anymore, isn’t your father with you all the time?” Nangong Kunpeng looked at Nangong Kunming.

“Big brother, you…” Nangong Kunming was startled. Had their plan been under the control of the family head all along?

“Starting from now, Nangong Kunming’s family will no longer be involved in family affairs. You will be given a certain amount of living expenses each month. Take care of yourselves. Don’t rely on the Nangong family anymore; otherwise, don’t blame me for being too harsh.” Just the thought of his sons’ fate made Nangong Kunpeng wish he could explode.

“Master.” The second elder’s family was in a panic. If they left the Nangong family, they would become nobodies. Their past sense of superiority would cease to exist, and those they had wronged could seek revenge against them.

After all, Nangong Kunpeng had clearly said he would not take care of them anymore. It was as if he had already given up on them, so how could they not be afraid?

In the end, no matter how desperately they pleaded, Nangong Kunpeng did not soften his heart to let them stay. If he couldn’t grow familiar with them, then it was better to let go. All he did was for his daughter, to clear a path for her.

Once everyone left, Nangong Kunpeng slumped in his seat, clutched his chest, and looked extremely unwell.

Chu Beiying, unable to bear the sight, walked over to help him: “Are you okay?”