And the Jade Mine, although not their only source of income, was a major one.
Now, these two matters had hit the Old Patriarch hard, so much so that he was even willing to let go of his most cherished Jade Mine.
At this very moment, Gu Cheng reveled in schadenfreude.
The Old Patriarch was too ruthless.
Although they hadn't been openly expelled, everything related to the Gu Family's name was now unrelated to them.
All those decades of filial piety as if he were their own father were in vain.
Aside from not being his biological child, how was he any lesser than the deceased Gu Kun?
Having him should have been enough, yet why did they persist, day after day, year after year, to search for his son?
If he had been given control of the Gu Family, he certainly would have brought it to greater heights.
But now it had been given to a little girl.
What did that little girl have besides her carving skills?
Connections, tact, power—she had none of these.
