Chapter 155

Cheng Feng had drunk quite a bit of wine, and facing Cheng Shengen's anger at home, the lethality of his words was far greater than in the original drama. Cheng Shengen's heart's ability to withstand pressure couldn't even handle Cheng Feng's first wave of output before it gave out.

Just as Cheng Feng said, he attributed everything today to the fact that because Cheng Shengen went out to play with women, his mother was left alone in an empty bed, and unable to think straight, she committed suicide by taking sleeping pills. He just wanted revenge, to play even more and even harder than his father. It seemed to sound like he was a pitiful person with a bit of a story.

But then again, since it was so upsetting to look at, why didn't he choose to break away from Cheng Shengen after becoming an adult? Didn't he like music? Then just do it, so what? Why did he have to spend his father's money while listening to his father's words to act like a big shot at the company, and at the same time keep saying that everything today was because of his father this and that? Perhaps in his view, doing this was his revenge on Cheng Shengen?

As his biological father, Cheng Shengen knew exactly what kind of piece of trash Cheng Feng was and what his conduct was like. However, he did indeed owe him regarding the matter of Cheng Feng's mother. Therefore, he basically didn't care much about Cheng Feng's affairs over the years. After all, he only had one son, and he was so rich; as long as he wasn't causing trouble without a brain, it basically wasn't a problem. He had long seen through the cowardice beneath Cheng Feng's strong exterior—he was a softie, and he wasn't worried.

Although his son was such a mess, he still wanted to hand over the vast family business to Cheng Feng. After all, he only had this one bastard son; if he didn't give it to him, who would he give it to? Even if Cheng Feng was nothing, he still had to try his best to guide him toward the right path.

And this time, regarding Cheng Feng's actions, the problem wasn't whether that advertising contract was signed or not. It was that Cheng Feng's way of doing things, breaking company rules and acting recklessly, had incurred the dissatisfaction of many people.

Although Cheng Shengen was the largest shareholder and the chairman of the board, the company wasn't his personal fiefdom; others had voting rights too. If they teamed up to do something, he wouldn't be very effective. And that Liang Junzheng was jumping around, studying how to take his place all day long. Now that Cheng Feng was messing around like this, how would he take over the company in the future? Who would trust him?

What he hated was that Cheng Feng was unpromising and couldn't grasp the opportunities given to him...

Of course, regardless of what was said, that old bastard Cheng Shengen had entered the hospital. When it came down to it, it was still because he hadn't disciplined Cheng Feng well since he was a child. Perhaps it was because when he was young, Cheng Shengen was in a period of high-speed business growth and didn't have the time. His mother was also someone who hadn't received companionship for a long time, so it seemed reasonable that she would be more indulgent and doting toward the son she depended on for survival.

In Wang Mou's words, it was three words: "Dog basket."

Cheng Feng sat on a chair, looking at the operating room opposite with the "In Surgery" sign lit up, feeling very uneasy inside. His biological father was inside, undergoing a test of life and death...

He hated Cheng Shengen, but regardless, that was his biological father. If he really didn't make it, he would have been angered to death by him today. Not to mention the unpleasant reputation of having angered his father to death, he would have no more family in this world... For so many years, he had never thought about how he should live the rest of his life if his father suddenly passed away.

At the end of the corridor came the hurried sound of footsteps: "Da... da... da..." Cheng Feng turned his head to look; it was Lin Xia, Wu Di, and Fatty Si, who had just parted ways not long ago. He was afraid he couldn't handle it alone, so he called them. It wasn't that he didn't have other friends, but those second-generation kids were all out partying; where would they have the time to come and comfort him? It was only these few from college until now who centered everything around him and considered him in everything.

The few people ran to Cheng Feng, panting, and Fatty Si asked first: "How is the situation?"

Cheng Feng shook his head without saying a word.

Lin Xia pointed at him hatefully: "You argued with your dad again; why can't you listen?"

Wu Di knew most of the things that had happened to Cheng Feng recently, and connecting Shi Xiaomeng's resignation with Wang Yan, he directly took out his phone: "I'm calling Xiaomeng now."

Hearing this, Cheng Feng hurriedly tried to stop him: "Old Wu, don't call him." He was in the wrong; he had caused all these things himself. Did Shi Xiaomeng have responsibility? Certainly, but definitely not much; that was just a trigger. More of it was caused by his own actions. If it were really Shi Xiaomeng's responsibility, with his self-centered personality, he would have long ago killed his way to Shi Xiaomeng's house and cursed him to his face.

Wu Di didn't know that much, so he opened his contacts, flipped to Shi Xiaomeng, and called him directly: "Isn't it just an advertisement? Is it necessary to be like this?"

"I'm already annoyed enough. Can you stop calling if I tell you not to?"

Seeing him like this, the concerned Lin Xia stopped Wu Di: "Forget it, Xiaomeng isn't a doctor; calling him here is useless."

Wu Di put down his phone dejectedly and didn't say anything more. He was also afraid when Cheng Feng was truly angry, and besides, in this situation, it was better not to add to the chaos.

Except for Lin Xia, who stepped forward to show concern and say comforting words, Wu Di and Fatty Si sat silently to the side, accompanying him to wait for the surgery light to go out and for the final result.

From beginning to end, they all tacitly agreed that Shi Xiaomeng bore the main responsibility...

Wang Yan didn't work too late today either. Around ten o'clock, he received a call from Wu Mei and very straightforwardly delivered himself to her door to act as a little duck.

Wu Mei felt quite aggrieved. She took Wu Di out to entertain clients, and he just threw her, a delicate beauty, there to drink with an old man with yellow teeth? Was this something a person could do?

She was actually quite interested in this younger brother of her ex-boyfriend, but such a thing happened on the first day of contact? However, based on Wu Mei's experience, she could easily see that Wu Di left because of another woman. This was still a little man with a story, and she was even more interested. But interest aside, she still felt uncomfortable.

Because of this, the more Wu Mei thought about it, the more annoyed she felt. After parting ways with the clients, she called Wang Mouren.

It could be understood that Wu Di did this; after all, he had a Beijing household registration, a small house, and a small car. He couldn't reach great wealth, but he definitely didn't have as much pressure as others. This job wasn't as important to him as imagined; it was just to make a living. Good jobs weren't easy to find, but work was very easy to find; was he afraid of that? At worst, he'd just change it; what was the big deal?

This was also why he could never understand Shi Xiaomeng and always said useless crap; it was because he couldn't empathize. Few people had true empathy to put themselves in others' shoes.

The next day, Shi Xiaomeng got up, ate the loving breakfast Shen Bing had made early, had a little more sweetness, and set off for Zhongguancun.

He had already known yesterday that the company's programmers were all big shots, so he wasn't that curious about the group of people coming in and out in the morning. He heard from the previous HR person that a portion of the people worked from home.

It was the end of 2010, and 2011 was coming soon; it was the time of high-speed internet development. Shi Xiaomeng was a thoughtful person, and when he had nothing to do, he paid more attention to this "wind outlet" that blew pigs into the sky, so he had some understanding of various major internet factories. He really hadn't heard of a boss with such personality as his Brother Wang.

"Xiaomeng, here so early?"

Hearing someone call from behind, Shi Xiaomeng turned his head to look: "Ah... Brother Wang is here. Aren't you also quite early?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "After staying for a period of time, you'll know. In our company, except for the programmers, everyone is a time management master; basically, they all arrive just in time."

Shi Xiaomeng thought of the vice president's almost precise operation yesterday and smiled flatteringly: "Isn't that because you, the boss, are good? Otherwise, how could there be such a good thing."

He had also been in contact with Wang Yan a few times, and after getting familiar, he gradually let go a bit. Besides, even the most dull person could say a couple of flattering words after mixing in the workplace for two years. Not to mention that he wasn't really sucking up; he was just joking and teasing with Wang Yan.

"Haven't seen you for a night, and your speech has improved." Wang Yan laughed and patted Shi Xiaomeng's shoulder with relief: "Had breakfast?"

"Ate it. Shen Bing made it for me early in the morning."

Having been shown off, Wang Yan didn't mind: "Let's go, it's still early; come to my place and drink some tea."

Wang Yan walked ahead with his head held high, nodding from time to time to those who greeted him. After a fierce battle last night, his state today was very good.

Shi Xiaomeng walked behind, and looking at the casual attitude of those programmers, he knew how Wang Yan was usually.

All the way to the office, Wang Yan took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack. Shi Xiaomeng didn't need Wang Yan to let him; he sat down at the tea table by the window himself.

Because this was a high floor, the crowd downstairs looked exceptionally small. He hadn't noticed yesterday, but now looking at the people coming in and out, Shi Xiaomeng couldn't help but feel a moment of distraction.

Seeing Shi Xiaomeng's actions, Wang Yan didn't interrupt him, but fiddled with his tea set to make tea with ease.

He had no interest in teaching Shi Xiaomeng any success studies; Shi Xiaomeng already had fighting spirit and a heart that didn't want to be below others.

Looking down at the world from a high place, some people seek and explore toward higher places, while others look down at ants, wanting to control them. Of course, there was a prerequisite for this, which was to stand firmly in a high place.

Shi Xiaomeng was obviously not this kind of person, and as for what he was thinking... Wang Yan had no interest in knowing.

Actually, thinking about it, it was just looking back at the road he had traveled, looking at the group of people below feeling lost, not knowing the road ahead. After all, he had crossed industries into a new field, all relying on Wang Yan's support; he was nothing for the time being and had no sense of security.

Life accumulation wasn't enough, thought depth wasn't enough, and mainly living conditions were average; living a little better was still a bit lacking, let alone life, so where would there be so many feelings?

Everyone was a thinker, but did everyone really have the energy to think blindly? Beggars had it, but they were too lazy to think...

After a while, Shi Xiaomeng came back to his senses and looked embarrassedly at Wang Yan, who was quietly making tea: "Sorry, Brother, I was distracted."

Wang Yan smiled and placed a cup of tea in front of him: "You timed it just right. Come, taste it."

Shi Xiaomeng still remembered being scalded yesterday, so he picked up the teacup and blew on it carefully twice before taking a light sip, smacked his lips, and nodded: "Good, good tea. Brother, what tea is this?"

Wang Yan rolled his eyes. Good your ass: "Lapsang Souchong."

He wouldn't admit that when he first started drinking tea seriously, he was just like this Shi Xiaomeng; regardless of whether it was good or bad, it was good tea anyway. Actually, saying it like this wasn't wrong, after all, look at the status. Wang Yan, such a big boss, could he drink something inferior while acting cool? He had the same idea back then...

But that was all in the past. Regardless of whether it was good tea or bad tea, he, Wang Mouren, had been drinking tea for over a hundred years. If he couldn't tell the difference, that would be too much of a failure and somewhat funny.

"Ah, I know, I've drunk this before, but why does it feel like this taste is quite a bit different from the previous one?" Shi Xiaomeng looked at Wang Yan curiously: "Brother, this isn't ordinary tea, right?"

Wang Yan spat out two words lightly: "Special grade." After finishing, he remembered that this act of acting cool was poor; how would Shi Xiaomeng know so much?

Sure enough, he heard Shi Xiaomeng say: "Special grade? Then how much does it cost? It's not cheap, right?"

"Priceless, not easy to buy. If we're really talking about money... maybe ten thousand or so." Looking at Shi Xiaomeng's stunned expression, sure enough, the impact of money was greater.

Shi Xiaomeng steadied himself and asked cautiously: "Brother, was the cup I spilled yesterday this one?"

Wang Yan smiled and nodded, looking at Shi Xiaomeng, who was regretting it to death: "No need to be so exaggerated, I have plenty of this tea; I'll get you some in a while."

Shi Xiaomeng nodded blankly, then reacted and hurriedly shook his head: "No need, Brother Wang, it would be a waste for me to drink such good tea."

Before, seeing Cheng Feng spending money lavishly didn't feel like anything, but now he felt the difference between people intuitively for the first time. He had struggled to that extent for an eighty-thousand down payment, and yet today, drinking a cup of tea, several hundred yuan was gone? And just like this, ordinary people couldn't even drink it if they spent money?

Similarly, he also felt how useless Cheng Feng was. Both were second-generation rich kids, both spent money to act cool. Look at how elegant and interesting Brother Wang was. Then look at that dog basket Cheng Feng; what kind of things did he do all day?

As for the huge gap in status between the two... let's not mention it...

Wang Yan didn't know what he was thinking; if he knew, he would probably take him to see Yang Zixi...

"What are you saying? There's no such thing as waste; don't belittle yourself like that. Just take it; why so many words?"

Shi Xiaomeng smiled and didn't speak again, drinking the tea carefully. One sip was worth dozens; if he accidentally spilled it, it would all be for nothing. While drinking, he couldn't help but secretly curse his most respected Brother Wang for wasting money too damn much; what couldn't that money be used for...

"What is Shen Bing doing now?"

"Just resigned from the previous job yesterday."

Wang Yan asked knowingly: "Oh? What happened?"

"Isn't it because of Cheng Feng? The previous job was arranged by him..."

"Why don't you let her come together? See what she can do, and I'll arrange it." Wang Yan put down the teacup: "Even if she learns from scratch, I can arrange for someone to teach her."

Shi Xiaomeng's first reaction was to shake his head and refuse: "Forget it, Brother, I've troubled you enough. And the salary you pay me is not low, which allows us to live very well in Beijing. It doesn't affect whether she works or not; let her find it slowly herself."

"I won't force it either. You go back and ask Shen Bing what her opinion is and see what she thinks. She can come anytime; such a big company has plenty of arrangements."

"Okay, I'll go back tonight and ask her."

The two drank tea for a while and chatted for a bit, and it was time for work.

Giving Shi Xiaomeng some tea to go do his work, Wang Yan tidied up the tea set and started another day of clattering away.

At the same time, the old bastard who had been rescued all night was not destined to die; Cheng Feng's father stubbornly held on and didn't die on the operating table. Perhaps it was also to prevent his own son from bearing the reputation of having angered his father to death, he might have been holding his breath...

Knowing his father had been saved, Cheng Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he have the mind to study serious matters.

Shi Xiaomeng had clearly told him he wanted to break off relations, and Shen Bing had also resigned very straightforwardly yesterday afternoon. Thinking that he would never see that beautiful, flawless smile that made him toss and turn in his sleep again, Cheng Feng felt particularly sad. Now, he hadn't seen Shen Bing for two days, and his heart felt as if a kitten was scratching it with its claws; it was very itchy.

Finally, sitting outside the ward thinking for the whole morning, Cheng Feng borrowed the phone of Lin Xia, who had taken leave to accompany him, and called Shi Xiaomeng.

As for why he didn't use his own... he was blocked.

Shi Xiaomeng, who was familiar with work on the other side, received the call, saw it was Lin Xia's, and frowned as he answered: "Hello? Lin Xia?"

Hearing the voice, Cheng Feng hurriedly said: "Xiaomeng, it's me. I beg you, can you not hang up the phone first? Listen to me, listen to me, okay?"

Shi Xiaomeng put the phone back to his ear and said: "What do you want to say?"

"Xiaomeng, where are you? Can we meet and talk properly?"

"Talk? Do we have anything to talk about?" Shi Xiaomeng said disdainfully: "Oh, I remember now. I owed you quite a bit before, and I admit it. But don't worry, I'll definitely pay you back after a while. I've recorded every cent of the money I borrowed from you over the years, and I'll definitely not be a cent short."

"You know, Xiaomeng, I'm not talking about this, and I never thought about making you pay it back." Cheng Feng said: "To tell you the truth, I had already taken out the contract yesterday, but Hu Rongqiang told me you had resigned and gone to that Wang Yan's company. Because of this, I had a fierce argument with my dad yesterday, which angered him into a heart attack, and he just got off the operating table not long ago."

Shi Xiaomeng was silent for a long while and said: "That's all your own doing, and it has nothing to do with me. If you hadn't been stringing me along at the beginning, but told me directly that you couldn't handle it, this wouldn't have happened today."

Cheng Feng gritted his teeth and roared: "Xiaomeng, we've been good brothers and good buddies for so many years; is it necessary to be so ruthless?"

"Brothers? Buddies? I've never heard of a brother who covets his brother's wife. Forget it, Cheng Feng." Shi Xiaomeng sneered: "Don't call me again, and don't disturb our lives anymore. Goodbye."

After finishing, Shi Xiaomeng hung up the phone fiercely.

He knew that Cheng Feng's father being in the hospital was partly his responsibility. It was mainly because he started it, and it was because his girl was too beautiful and attracted people's attention. Even if he started it, he didn't blame himself for that, but the key was, was it his fault that his girl was beautiful and attracted attention?

Wasn't that all caused by that bastard Cheng Feng wanting to see him and his girl break up? Now why did the bastard's father entering the hospital become an excuse for him to give a certain amount of forgiveness? Cheng Feng was really not a decent person; he didn't even care that his father was about to die, and he was still here selling misery and wanting to study their girl?

The more Shi Xiaomeng thought about it, the more damn angry he got, and he fiercely raised his hand, wanting to smash his phone.

But in the end, poverty awakened him, and thinking that a phone cost several thousand yuan, he dejectedly gave up this action.

He got up, poured a cup of hot water, carefully added a tiny, tiny pinch of tea leaves, took a satisfied sip, threw that dog thing Cheng Feng to the back of his heels, and continued to devote himself to work.

Speaking of work, it was just a pile of reports that the vice president threw at him for him to look at.

He had never been in contact with these things before and simply couldn't understand them at all. If he wanted to find someone to help, it wouldn't be good to disturb others' normal work, so he could only stare at the computer, checking here and there, and studying on his own. His little eyes would look around from time to time, and when he saw someone slacking off, he would seize the opportunity to go up and ask for help.

After all, he was brought in by Brother Wang himself, so he had to have this little bit of face. As for being annoying, he couldn't care about that much; whoever was confused would know. At worst, he would share some tea with them later; as for buying things, forget it—the company's leisure area had everything more complete than a supermarket, and there were many things he hadn't even seen before...

Shi Xiaomeng wanted to smash his phone, and Cheng Feng also wanted to smash his phone when he heard the busy signal on the phone.

From childhood to adulthood, everything he did went smoothly; now that Shi Xiaomeng was giving him no face, there was no need to mention how angry Cheng Feng was.

What awakened him wasn't poverty, but Lin Xia, who was on the side, stopped him in time, reminding him of his father who had just escaped the danger period in the ward and hadn't woken up yet.

Lin Xia heard everything clearly on the side, and seeing Cheng Feng so angry, she stepped forward and pulled him to sit down. She took him into her arms and patted him gently.

"You say this Shi Xiaomeng is also... how can he be like this? Is there any misunderstanding that can't be cleared up?"

Cheng Feng sat up and rubbed his head painfully: "You don't understand."

"How do I not understand? If I don't understand, then say it. Tell me what's going on."

"You... I..." Cheng Feng felt quite uncomfortable holding it in. For a moment, he really wanted to say it, but the person in front of him wasn't a good person to confide in, so he finally gave up this idea: "Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you..."

Lin Xia held his arm and shook it: "If you don't tell me, how would I understand? Tell me, tell me, okay?"

Cheng Feng was annoyed by her fussing and pushed her away: "Oh, can you stop bothering me? Can you let me be quiet for a while? I beg you."

Lin Xia's expression changed, and she laughed "hahaha" and sat to the side by herself.

She wanted to lose her temper, but if she lost her temper, who would coax her...

Cheng Feng? He wouldn't; he never would...

However, Lin Xia didn't give up. She sat there, her eyes rolling back and forth.

She didn't understand, but wasn't there someone who did?

Thinking of this, she quietly walked to the corner, made a call to Wu Di, and told him about what had just happened.

After doing this, Lin Xia returned to outside the ward and sat to the side, swinging her legs boredly. She looked at Cheng Feng, who was racking his brains for a solution, with a smile, hoping to pass happiness to him and also hoping to give him strength...

No one saw the sadness deep in Lin Xia's eyes...