Chapter 1618: The Shop Being Smashed Doesn't Matter, Someone Else Is Footing the Bill Anyway

Flying Speed Chinese.

The press conference was held after all, but it was held unilaterally by Sheng Zichen.

He stated: He and Mr. Huo were merely casual acquaintances, had met occasionally, and were not close.

Recently, the outside world had over-interpreted him, and many things were not the truth; he asked everyone not to spread rumors, otherwise he would take up the weapon of the law to defend his rights...

Sheng Zichen spoke eloquently and said a lot, but in a nutshell, he wanted to distance himself from Huo Zhenteng.

Huo Zhenteng was almost angered to the point of vomiting blood.

He rarely lost his composure, but this time he was driven mad by anger, and he dialed Sheng Zichen's phone again to question him.

Not bad, the call went through this time.

Facing the questioning, Zichen was very calm: "I am just using your own methods to deal with you. How you treated me is how I will treat you. Is there a problem?"

"Are you playing me?"

Huo Zhenteng's voice was gloomy, as if it had come from hell.

But Sheng Zichen was not afraid of him, and he said: "It doesn't count as playing you, it's just calling it even. You've smeared me several times, and I've only returned it once; it's not even enough to cover the interest."

"Good, very good, we have a long road ahead!" Huo Zhenteng almost bit his teeth to pieces. He was furious to death, but helpless, and could only utter some harsh words to vent his frustration.

Zichen was not without any preparation.

He had also collected quite a bit of evidence, and after he had some free time, he found Li Dashao and showed them to him one by one.

"Big Brother, take a look, so you don't think I've really become a traitor."

Li Dashao didn't need to look; he understood Zichen's intentions completely, and he was filled with regret: "Oh, brother, I have let you down."

"I misunderstood you, I was too impulsive, and my apprentices were also too impulsive. I will bear all your losses!"

He spoke very firmly and with sincerity, but in reality, he did not have much money.

Li Dashao was a very loyal person; he helped anyone he could talk to whenever they were in trouble.

Although he earned quite a bit, he spent even more. He said he would compensate Zichen, but in reality, he couldn't take out a single cent right now!

But he was a man of his word and immediately wanted to write an IOU for Zichen.

Zichen stopped him: "Big Brother, if you treat me as a brother, don't mention this matter again in the future. Brothers don't need to be polite; it wasn't your fault that you misunderstood me."

"It's that old guy Huo Zhenteng who is too bad; he is too cunning, and your wits are no match for him."

"Right, what you said is absolutely correct, brother. My wits are indeed not enough, but it was my fault for being used by him to deal with you."

Li Dashao felt incredibly guilty, and he immediately swore: "From now on, no matter who speaks ill of my brother, I will not believe it. I, Li Dashao, will always believe in you, brother."

He didn't just swear himself; he also forced his apprentices to kneel and apologize to Sheng Zichen!

Those who had smashed the Chenxin Snack shop all knelt on the ground in a rush.

Zichen was startled and hurriedly helped them up one by one.

While helping them, he said: "What era is this? We don't do this kind of thing. We are all peers, so don't kneel to me; it will shorten my lifespan."

"The shop being smashed is fine; out with the old and in with the new. Anyway, those shops were things I used to trick Huo Zhenteng; someone else is footing the bill for you, so don't feel embarrassed!"

Everyone had been very guilty, thinking that a scolding or a beating was inevitable, and they were willing to accept punishment.

But they didn't expect that he wouldn't say a single word of blame, and instead was so reasonable. Everyone admired Sheng Zichen to the ground, and their sense of guilt grew even stronger!

When Zichen returned home, his parents were very satisfied with the result of his handling.

Sheng Hanyu said: "Not bad, that's my, Sheng Hanyu's, son. He did very well; this is what you call a strong general having no weak soldiers under his command."

Shi Youxuan said: "Are you shameless? How can your face be so thick? Our son's intelligence comes from me; it has nothing to do with you."

Sheng Hanyu was unconvinced and said: "The child wasn't born by you alone, how can it have nothing to do with me?"

"Zichen is excellent because he has good roots, and I am his root."

Shi Youxuan said with disdain: "Now you say your roots are good? What did you say back then? When our son liked culinary arts, you scolded him for having no future and not being worthy of being a child of the Sheng Family..."

Sheng Hanyu interrupted in time: "Alright, alright, stop harping on those old, rotten things endlessly. I think you are really getting old; you like reminiscing about the past more and more."

Shi Youxuan was unconvinced: "You're the one who's old. I'm not old; it's your memory that's bad, or you clearly remember but pretend not to because you're afraid of others exposing your shortcomings..."

The two of them bickered back and forth, endlessly.

Zichen realized he was redundant at home, so he quietly left. He had been away from home for half a day, and the couple still hadn't noticed, as they were still bickering.

Sheng Hanyu's personality had changed a lot; he had become approachable and loved to bicker, becoming more and more like his wife.

Many couples have a "couple look," but they didn't just have that; even their way of speaking and personalities were the same, becoming more and more alike.

Huo Zhenteng was very well-behaved now, but being well-behaved didn't mean he had given up; it was just the calm before the next storm.

Hospital.

Nianyin and Lao Qi were having a serious conversation in the hallway.

Lao Qi questioned Nianyin: "It's been so many years, you have always been by your mother's side. Have you forgotten that you are a married woman? Is there still a place for our home in your heart, and is there still a place for your son?"

Facing her husband's questioning, Nianyin was also very angry, and she argued forcefully: "I was like this before we got married, and you knew it. When you were pursuing me, you said you wouldn't mind. Do you regret it now? Scumbag!"

He did indeed regret it.

He was in his twenties back then, and now he was in his forties. With the increase in age, many ideas change.

Lao Qi discovered that talking to his wife was truly a case of "half a sentence is too much when you don't see eye to eye."

She was becoming more and more unreasonable, more and more overbearing, and more and more like Ji Yingjie's personality!

The fire of love from those years had long since been worn away and exhausted; he was too tired.

Although he had a wife in name and status for so many years, in reality, he lived like a widower.

He had had enough of this kind of life and didn't want to continue it anymore.

Lao Qi said: "Let's separate. The child is grown up anyway. You live the life you want, and I will go find the life I want!"

"Separate? What do you mean?" Nianyin glared at him.

"It means exactly what it says; you don't fail to understand that, do you?"

"You want to divorce me?" Nianyin suddenly raised her volume, shouting in a shrill voice.

"That's right."

Since the words were out in the open, the rest did not seem very difficult to say.

Lao Qi said: "If you have any demands, feel free to make them. As for the family's money and houses, I will give you as much as you want; I only want my freedom."

"Impossible, you're dreaming."

Nianyin did not agree to the divorce.

She sneered: "A man is in his prime at forty, and you are over forty now. You want to go find someone young and beautiful? Impossible! I will wear you down until you die, and whoever wants to be with you, I will kill her!"