Chapter 1866: The Fierce Old Father 1

She had come by taxi and wanted to take one back, but there were no taxis on the road at this time, so she walked quickly in the direction of home, with Zichen driving alongside, constantly trying to persuade her.

"You should just get in the car; even if the deal doesn't go through, we can still be on good terms, can't we?"

The car he was driving now was not the one from the morning, but the Mercedes he used for daily transport; Li Xueer glanced at the car, glared at him fiercely, and cursed: "Liar, you big liar!"

"My dad is absolutely right, there isn't a single good thing among rich people; you even use tricks when driving a car, you sanctimonious hypocrite."

Whatever she cursed, Zichen did not care at all now.

He knew that a young girl would inevitably be embarrassed into anger after being rejected, and it was nothing for her to curse a few times to vent her frustration; as a grown man, he wouldn't lower himself to her level.

"Li Xueer, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, but no matter what, you should get in the car; I'll take you back, it's so late and it's not safe for a girl to be on the road alone..."

Halfway through his sentence, Zichen stopped.

He discovered that Lao Litou was standing not far away, clutching a kitchen knife, his eyes staring fixedly at him, his gaze looking as if he wanted to kill.

Oh no!

The person who was not safe now was him.

Lao Litou walked quickly toward him, and Zichen hurriedly rolled up the car windows and locked the doors, his survival instinct quite strong.

Li Xueer also discovered her father and instinctively rushed over, blocking the front of the car: "Dad, why are you here? Let's go back."

"What are you doing out so late? What were you two just saying? Why were you crying? Did this brat bully you?"

After a barrage of questions, without waiting for an answer, Lao Litou had already worked himself into a towering rage and started hacking at the car with his kitchen knife!

It really was a good kitchen knife, as it was actually able to carve a line of text into the hard car body: Liars deserve to die!

The content of the words was not important, and the knife skills were not important either.

What was important was that this process happened to be seen by a passing patrol officer.

The police officer walked over and drew his gun, aiming it at Lao Litou: "Drop your weapon, we are police, drop your weapon immediately."

Lao Litou did not feel he had done anything wrong and argued with the police: "Comrade officer, you should arrest the person in the car, not me, he is a liar..."

"We will investigate his issues clearly, but you put down the kitchen knife first."

The old man put down the kitchen knife, which was immediately taken away by the police, and unsurprisingly, a pair of handcuffs was added to his wrists.

Sheng Zichen, Li Xueer, and Lao Litou were all taken to the police station.

It was not difficult to get to the bottom of the matter.

It was a matter of a few sentences.

The police officer said to Zichen: "You can go."

Zichen pointed at Lao Litou and asked: "What about him?"

"He has to be detained; trying to hack someone on the street, although it didn't cause any casualties, your car also needs compensation, and the circumstances are too egregious."

Zichen said: "Let him go, I won't hold him responsible, I'll take care of the car myself, no need for him to compensate."

Everyone:...

No one expected that this matter would just end like this?

Without being held responsible, Lao Litou still had to be criticized and educated, and was finally released.

As the three of them came out of the police station, Lao Litou's first sentence was: "What a pity about my good kitchen knife."

The kitchen knife had been confiscated by the police.

Zichen:...

He looked at his car, hacked into such a state, and he was actually only feeling sorry for his kitchen knife?

Zichen thought he couldn't be lenient anymore; this old man was too much.

Anyway, he didn't have a kitchen knife in his hand now, nothing to be afraid of!

Zichen pointed at the car and said: "I also feel sorry for my car; you don't think that just because I didn't hold you responsible inside, you really don't have to pay for my car, do you?"

Lao Litou: "It's just a broken car, I'll pay you."

He hadn't taken this car to heart at all, mainly because he didn't recognize it.

But Li Xueer recognized it; she knew it was very expensive, she didn't know exactly how much money, but in any case, it was definitely something they couldn't afford to pay for.

She tugged at her father's lapel.

But Lao Litou didn't understand his daughter's meaning, turned his head, and glared at her fiercely: "Why are you tugging at me? You ungrateful wretch, siding with outsiders!"

Li Xueer:...

She hadn't, she was very wronged, okay?

But she also knew her father's temper; once he had made up his mind about something, even eight cows couldn't pull him back.

Lao Litou asked spiritedly and aggressively how much it would cost to repair the car.

Zichen smiled slightly and spread his hands: "I can't say the exact amount; what if I just say a number and you say I'm using my status to bully you?"

"How about this: you come with me to take the car to the 4S dealership, pay based on the actual bill, whatever it is, it is."

"Fine, let's go, let's go now." Lao Litou fell for it and agreed immediately.

Zichen said: "Not now, it's too late now, the repair shop is already off work; how about this, I'll take you and your daughter back, the car will be parked at your house, and we'll go together tomorrow after you close your stall."

Lao Litou: "Why do you have to park the car at my house?"

Zichen: "Park it at your house, to keep you from welching on the debt."

The old man was furious: "You actually look down on me? Even if I starve to death, I won't welch on a single cent to anyone."

"Come early tomorrow, I won't set up my stall." He didn't want to owe anyone a favor; the sooner it was resolved, the sooner it would be over.

"Fine, let's go, get in the car."

The reason Zichen gave was very sufficient: the car would be parked at your doorstep to keep you from welching on the debt.

In reality, at this time and in this place, it was not easy to get a taxi.

Lao Litou got into the car angrily; Li Xueer was not very willing, but there was no other way and she had to get into Zichen's car.

It wouldn't do to not speak at all on the road, so Lao Litou asked Li Xueer: "Why were you crying just now?"

"Did this brat bully you?"

At the police station, although his daughter denied it and said her father had misunderstood, she hadn't told the whole story either.

Lao Litou was stubborn and insisted on getting to the bottom of things; he told his daughter: "Don't worry, now that the two of us are in his car and there are no police backing him up, tell me the truth. If this kid bullied you, even without a kitchen knife, I'll still kill him."

Zichen:...

Li Xueer:...

As a grown man, Zichen couldn't very well tell the truth; that would be too lacking in class.

Besides, the old man hadn't asked him, so even though he was stifled and frustrated, he could only remain silent!

Li Xueer was also in a difficult position.

She didn't want to tell the truth; was she supposed to tell her father, right in front of Sheng Zichen, that she hadn't slept in the middle of the night and had eagerly run over to confess her feelings only to be rejected?

That was the truth, but she couldn't say it.

"Dad, please don't ask anymore. Nothing happened; I just got something in my eye from the wind earlier."

Lao Litou was furious: "Who are you trying to fool? Do you think just because I'm old and muddled, you can just fool me however you like?"

But no matter how much he asked, his daughter wouldn't say a single word.

When pushed too hard, Li Xueer even threatened to jump out of the car!

Zichen couldn't stay silent any longer.

He said: "Don't push her anymore. I'll tell you the truth: I wanted to invite her to work at our restaurant, but because we couldn't agree on the salary, she got angry."