Chapter 1797: There is a kind of love called harsh words

Nianyin finished speaking and left with great disdain.

Gu Zhihao and Shi Yuke were so angry they couldn't say a single word.

They had come feeling very guilty, but after being snapped at by Nianyin, all that remained was anger.

It was too much; no one should speak like that.

It was a verbal execution.

Every word was like a needle stabbing into their hearts.

They had treated all three children equally; even after they had their own biological son, nothing changed regarding Yulong.

They had even treated him better because his biological parents were not by his side.

As for his upbringing, it was exactly the same; they were very sad that Yulong had turned out this way, but they couldn't be blamed for all the mistakes, could they?

And it was even less fair to say that this outcome was caused by their favoritism.

Shi Yuke tasted the bitterness of being wronged once again, and she trembled all over with rage.

Supporting her equally trembling husband, she squeezed a few words through her teeth: "Let's go, let's go, don't stay here and invite humiliation."

The couple left Nianyin's home, but they didn't go straight home; instead, they went to Bar Street to find Yulong, wanting him to close the bar and go back to school to beg for forgiveness!

If the school couldn't forgive him, that was fine too; he could find another university to attend, learn a trade, and find a decent job after graduation.

This idea was rejected flatly by Yulong the moment it was proposed.

Not only did he refuse, but he also said things even more infuriating than his own mother.

"You two leave, you don't need to worry about me. Although I call you Mom and Dad a few times, don't think you have the qualifications to manage me."

"My real mom and dad pay you; it's just that I ate a few meals at your house. To put it nicely, you are my foster parents; in reality, aren't you just nannies? An old man and an old woman acting as nannies pointing fingers at me—don't you think that's ridiculous? Hahahaha..."

There were people around jeering.

"Get lost, you old man and old woman, don't be an eyesore here."

"Old farmers from the countryside, wanting to act like our boss's parents? You want to have it all—keep dreaming..."

"Hurry up and get lost, stop embarrassing yourselves!"

"Hey, although this woman is old, she must have been a beauty when she was young. If she dressed up a bit..."

Before the man could finish his sentence, he received a heavy slap across the face.

The slap was from Yulong, who cursed: "Don't you dare try to scam me, you bastard. Someone with that kind of looks would ruin my reputation if they went out. I spent millions to buy this bar; are you going to compensate me?"

Of course, he couldn't afford to pay.

If he had millions, he would be a boss himself; why would he be a lackey for someone else?

Being a lackey meant acting like one; the lackey immediately apologized and put on a smiling face.

Shi Yuke's face turned red and then white. She had suffered many humiliations, but she never expected one to come from her son... no, from this moment on, he was no longer her son.

"Zhang Yulong, you ungrateful wretch, I'll fight you!" Gu Zhihao lunged at Yulong.

He could let people humiliate him, but he could not allow anyone to humiliate his wife—no one!

Before he could reach anyone, he was pushed to the ground by a lackey nearby.

The couple was driven out of Bar Street, cursing and swearing all the way, and everyone heard them.

Yulong was doing this with good intentions; he was worried someone would go and cause them trouble. He wasn't afraid of his biological parents—they were the ones who caused trouble for others, not the other way around.

Especially his biological mother, Nianyin, who was practically a synonym for trouble.

But Yulong's feelings for his foster parents were actually better.

After all, he had grown up in their home since he was little, and his foster parents had never treated him differently; they were as good to him as their own, and sometimes even better.

His foster mother was as gentle as water; whenever she encountered difficulties, she would cry, and she couldn't do anything but cry.

His foster father could only sigh; the fact that they left cursing and swearing this time showed they were truly furious.

His heart ached, but he had no choice; he could only do this.

The more heartless he appeared and the more hurtful the things he said, the safer they would be!

The Blue Rain Bar disappeared, the New Blue Bar rose, and Yulong was targeted by the boss behind the scenes.

Bar Street held a meeting, and Yulong, as the owner of New Blue, was also among those invited this time.

It was nominally called a social gathering, but he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

The meeting was held on a boat—a luxury cruise ship with fine wine and all kinds of expensive ingredients. Besides the various bar owners who came today, there were also all sorts of beauties moving about on the ship.

On the surface, there was no problem, but he vaguely felt something was off, though he couldn't say exactly what.

Yulong held a glass of red wine, leaning against the ship's railing, staring at the sea in a daze.

It looked like he was in a daze, but in reality, all his attention was on the ship. How many people were on the ship, which Bar Street owners had come and which hadn't—he silently recorded it all in his mind.

"Yulong, what are you doing?"

Someone behind him struck up a conversation, a hand resting intimately on his shoulder.

This person was the owner of the Red Sea Bar, and Red Sea was also the largest bar on Bar Street.

His surname was He, he was around thirty years old, and he was usually very mysterious, rarely showing his face in front of everyone. Lackeys like Yulong were not qualified to appear before him.

But things were different now; Yulong was no longer a lackey, but an owner on Bar Street with the same status as the many bosses on the ship.

Yulong knew this person, but now he had to pretend he didn't.

He brushed the hand off his shoulder with displeasure: "Get lost, I'm annoyed."

"Hehe..."

Boss He didn't get angry; he leaned against the railing, imitating his posture, and said: "I guess you're annoyed because of your foster parents, right?"

"They left your place yesterday noon, called you again in the afternoon to scold you, and wanted to sever ties with you. Your sister Meiyin also scolded you and said she would treat you as a stranger from now on..."

Yulong's eyes widened like copper bells: "How do you know that?"

He soon realized what was happening.

When he answered the phone back then, there was no one around him, so there were only two possibilities for how Boss He could know the content of his call.

One, his cell phone was being tapped.

Two, someone had installed a surveillance device in his office.

He flew into a rage: "Bastard, you actually tapped my phone! Who do you think you are? I'll fight you to the death!"

Before his voice had even faded, he had already started to attack.

Yulong's martial arts skills had been practiced since childhood, and with the excellent genes of both Nianyin and Lao Qi, he rarely had an opponent.

When he was in school, he was the school's martial arts champion every single time and had never once been the runner-up.

However, when fighting Boss He, he basically couldn't gain any advantage; as the two exchanged blows, people gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Just watching wasn't enough, and some people even started jeering.

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