The Game of Life-Chapter 704 - : 703

Chapter 704: 703

After Jiang Feng sent messages to Sun Jikai and tried calling without success, they began to discuss whether they could file a police report.

“It says here that immediate family members of the missing person can take their own ID and documents proving their relationship with the missing person to the local police station to file a report, and to provide relevant information,” Ji Yue squinted her eyes against her phone, which she had been looking at for several hours, causing her eyes to ache.

“What I’ve found says if there’s evidence to suggest that the person may be in danger of personal harm, or that they may be at risk of being harmed, you can report to the authorities at any time,” Wu Minqi said.

“Here it says you can file a report from a different location, but it’s not certain you can open a case. For situations outside of their jurisdiction… they should transfer it to the competent authority, meaning it would be handed over to the local police,” Jiang Feng also discovered.

Wang Xiulian asked, “…So can we file a report in our case or not?”

Zhang Guanghang made the final call, “Don’t think too much about it, just go ahead and file a report.”

So they split up into two groups, with Zhang Guanghang and Ji Yue going to the police station to file a report and seek help from the police officers, whom everyone still trusted implicitly, especially since previously Ji Xia had been caught by the police across provinces with their assistance.

The rest were on standby, keeping their phones close in case Sun Jikai had a sudden change of heart and responded to someone’s message without being noticed right away. The Sun Family’s inheritance dispute was a distant matter in FJ, and now that it had settled down, Jiang Feng and the others had nothing much they could do. Because they were far away except for calling the police and making phone calls, nothing else could be done. Half an hour before the workday began, Wang Xiulian and Fan Mei dismissed everyone, asking them not to congregate and discuss this matter, and to just get back to work or daydream as they usually would.

Other than Jiang Feng and a few others who had a closer relationship with Sun Jikai, often meeting up for meals and barbecues, most people only had a general colleague relationship with him. They’d be concerned and shocked merely because someone they knew was making headlines, uttering “Ah, that’s so tragic, so unlucky,” and feeling a slight worry, but true concern was lacking.

Everyone started doing their own thing, and everything returned to normal.

Except for Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi, and Sir.

Jiang Feng was processing beef while he sneakily observed Sir.

Sir was daydreaming.

This was very rare. Sir was not one to daydream. The last time Jiang Feng saw Sir lost in thought was on the flight to FJ.

“Qiqi, do you think my grandpa’s behavior is a bit off right now?” Jiang Feng whispered as he moved closer to Wu Minqi with a basin in his hands.

Wu Minqi glanced at Sir before softly responding, “It seems a bit off, maybe he’s also worried about Sun Jikai. With such a thing happening in their family and now unable to contact anyone…”

Jiang Feng sighed.

He had just skimmed through a few new articles, with all kinds of random reports. Some say Sun Jikai’s dad had a stroke upon hearing the inheritance distribution results and is now lying in the hospital, even receiving a critical condition notice. Other reports claim Sun Jikai’s mom has been having an affair with Sun Jikai’s uncle, secretly being a mole beside Sun Jikai’s dad and acting like a real-life spy, or that she has been killed by Sun Jikai’s dad, who is now under police custody.

With no definitive evidence, Sun Channing did not mention a word about the inheritance dispute and only held a public presentation about the future planning of the Jewel Building, which represented the victor. Sun Changping and Sun Jikai, who were at the center of the events, were still absent. Other shareholders of the Jewel Building were controlling their comments, and what truly happened is probably known only to the involved parties.

Jiang Feng just looked casually; he didn’t trust any of the reports.

But one thing was for sure, Sun Jikai’s mom was out of her mind!

Where was Sun Jikai at this moment?

He was at home, but not the original one.

Their previous home, located in a prime area, now belonged to his mother; his father had relinquished it, and he had agreed. Neither he nor his father wanted to stay in a place that reminded them of that moron with just a glance at any item.

He didn’t need to think of her face; just the thought of her name, the fact that this person was his own mother, would make Sun Jikai so angry that his liver hurt.

His mother was an absolute fool, something he and his father were well aware of, but they did not anticipate that she’d be foolish to such an extent. She disregarded her husband and son for a bit of petty gain and her brother’s manipulation, ultimately betraying them at the last moment and destroying the original will.

The phone rang again. Sun Jikai heard it.

He was sitting on the floor, not moving.

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He had spent most of the recent time like this; his dad was knocked down by the shock, drinking every day, and he didn’t feel like convincing him – he didn’t have the energy for it. If he could, he’d join his dad in getting drunk, but he guessed that in no time, the police would find two bodies in the house through neighbors’ reports, dead for days.

Assistant Wang had already resigned, and the Jewel Building had undergone a massive change in staff. Sun Jikai figured that since he’d been getting nonstop phone calls today, it must mean his uncle had taken control, and the media was beginning to widely report it.

Sun Jikai lay on the floor, closed his eyes, and felt like all of this was just a dream.

A nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from, no matter how hard he tried to open his eyes.

Everything had started off so well.

Sun Maochai had taken the initiative to return to Jubao Building, and Jiang Feng’s Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon had reawakened the old patrons’ memories. All he needed to do was to successfully take over, reorganize the restaurant, and then go to Beiping to discuss pastry cooperation with Eight-treasure House, and everything would have started to improve.

That was until his second uncle brought out that will, the one that, like the one in his hands, hadn’t been notarized yet proved valid, created on the same day as the one he held.

Sun Jikai was certain, based on the words left to him by his grandfather, that the will in his second uncle’s hands couldn’t possibly be real.

But he couldn’t prove it.

From that moment, everything changed.

Shareholders began to take sides, employees began to take sides, even the chefs in the back kitchen of Jubao Building started choosing sides.

He should have seen it coming; his second uncle was such a shrewd man, how could he possibly be content with merely a minor share of the dividends from Jubao Building? He and his father hadn’t anticipated that his second uncle could forge such a flawless will that no one could find fault with, one where even the date was the same, making it impossible to determine which was made first.

Sun Jikai opened his eyes.

Because he heard a bottle fall over in the room.

“Dad, don’t mess around. If you are hungry, come eat. I’ve ordered takeout,” Sun Jikai called out loudly.

There was no response.

He hadn’t gone out much these days; more accurately, since he and his father signed the divorce papers and moved into this small apartment, his outings had been scarce. They relied on takeout for food and took out the trash every few days.

He didn’t check his phone, didn’t watch TV, didn’t dare to do anything. Each day he just went to see if his father had drunk himself to death or had eaten, lying on the cold living room floor during the day, and only going back to his room to sleep when he was too tired at night.

He knew he should encourage his father to pull himself together along with him, but he didn’t even feel like convincing himself, let alone his father.

They could have sued his mother: transfer of marital property, malicious destruction of a will, and a series of other crimes with evidence accumulated over the years that could have landed her behind bars, any of which could have left her with nothing but tears against the prison bars.

But they didn’t. They let her think she was clever as she took a large sum of money from Sun Changping and returned to her parents’ house with a divorce, even secretly gloating over her seamless execution. Sun Changping even voluntarily gave up the most valuable property, although the transfer had not yet taken place.

Because while the divorce agreement had been signed, the divorce lawsuit had not yet been fought.

Sun Changping had no interest in these matters, and Sun Jikai didn’t want to think about them anymore either.

Compared to Jubao Building, these issues were nothing.

He had lost the restaurant, lost the last wishes entrusted to him by his grandfather.

Sun Jikai continued to lie on the floor, lost in thought, thinking about many things, many events, many people.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

Someone was knocking on the door.

Sun Jikai ignored it.

The person continued knocking.

“Xiaokai, it’s Mr. Qiu. Are you home? If you are, open the door. I know you must be at home,” Qiu Fu shouted from outside the door.

Ever since it was certain that Sun Changping would lose, Qiu Fu had resigned. Recently, he and Assistant Wang had also tried to visit Sun Jikai and his father, but Sun Jikai had always pretended not to be in.

Sun Jikai still didn’t move.

“Let me handle this,” another voice said.

Sun Jikai stirred, feeling that this voice was somewhat unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar.

“Xiaokai, are you there? It’s Sun Maochai. I’ve just come from Hong Kong City, and I want to talk to you.”

Sun Jikai sat up.