Chapter 670: Grass on the Wall

Anger flared, Li Hengbo instantly lost his sanity.

He threw away the cane, and with both hands angrily grabbed Xu Yaqiu's neck: "You bitch, you actually got together with Lin Dongfan that dog behind my back—I'll choke you to death!"

"You… let go! Are you sick?!"

Xu Yaqiu was choked so hard she couldn't catch her breath, nearly passing out on the spot.

Fortunately, Li Hengbo was an unsteady cripple; after a few hard shoves, Xu Yaqiu knocked him to the ground. The principal, who had never dared to interject, rushed forward and helped Li Hengbo up.

Xu Yaqiu rubbed her reddened neck.

After catching her breath, she launched a tirade at Li Hengbo: "Dead cripple, you believe whatever others say! Are you a dog or an ox? So obedient, letting others lead you by the nose! I've never treated you like Wu Dalang, yet you insist on treating me like Pan Jinlian—if you want medicine, just say so!"

Hearing that, the surrounding people couldn't help but laugh, really couldn't hold it in.

Li Hengbo flushed with anger: "Since you didn't cheat on me, why did you look guilty when I glanced at you just now?"

"'Which eye of yours saw me feeling guilty?' Xu Yaqiu asked."

Li Hengbo raised his voice and roared: "My two eyes saw it crystal clear! When I looked at you just now, you turned your head aside—what else could that be but guilt?!"

"'Bullshit!' Xu Yaqiu snapped: 'I slept wrong last night, my neck's sore! What's wrong with occasionally twisting it? You're blind! Does our son look like you or not—don't you know that in your heart?!'"

When the topic of resemblance came up, Li Hengbo immediately shifted his gaze to his son.

He stared closely at the little fatty who, frightened, clung tightly to his mother's thigh.

Li Hengbo's heart gave another jolt: "Yeah, damn it! How did I forget this? I'm type A blood, so is he! I have a 'national character' face, so does he! I'm single-eyelid, so is he! Lin Dongfan that bastard has double eyelids. This is my seed, damn it! I'm pumped…"

Thinking this, Li Hengbo immediately shifted his gaze to Lin Dongfan.

He gathered fury in his eyes: "You damned Lin Dongfan, you're not even human…"

"'Slap!!!'"

Lin Dongfan suddenly swung a slap, which not only cut off Li Hengbo's voice but also spun him around twice on the spot, stars bursting in his eyes.

Had the principal not steadied him in time, he would surely have collapsed to the ground.

Li Hengbo shook his head hard, and after regaining his senses, he glared angrily at Lin Dongfan: "You dare hit me? Call the police!"

"'You called me out by name, so slapping you seems fair.' Lin Dongfan reminded him: 'Next time, be smarter—don't name names when you insult people.'"

……!!!

This time, Li Hengbo truly felt the stifling resentment of 'wind and snow pressing on me for two or three years, I dare be angry but dare not speak,' fearing that a careless word would give Lin Dongfan that bastard another opening to exploit.

The key is that scolding is useless, and I can't even hurt that bastard in the slightest.

And that bastard's slap came swinging.

That really hurt!

Li Hengbo gently rubbed his stinging, burning cheek, and suppressing his anger told the principal: 'Principal, per school regulations, please expel that dog‑bastard immediately!'

"'Are you the principal of this school?'"

Lin Dongfan sized up the principal up and down; his gaze, honed by officialdom and prison, carried an innate aura of authority without anger.

The principal wiped the cold sweat from his forehead in a fluster: 'I… I am the principal of Yingyu Xuexiao…'

"'I heard you want to expel Sun Mumlin?' Lin Dongfan asked lightly."

The principal, already panicked to the point of not daring to lift his head, said: 'All… this is a misunderstanding; Sun Mumlin excels in both conduct and academics, and his performance at our school has always been plain for all to see…'

"'Principal!' Li Hengbo angrily demanded: 'What do you mean?!'"

"'Have I said something wrong?' Facing Li Hengbo's reproach, the principal straightened his spine, adopting the pose of a teacher: 'Your son Li Tiancai goofs off every day at school, his grades are abysmal! At his young age he forms cliques and bullies Sun Mumlin—this isn't the first or second time. Adhering to the principle of teaching without discrimination, our school has kept him until now. I hope you parents, when you go home, will strengthen your family education.'"

Li Hengbo: ……!!!

Xu Yaqiu: ……!!!

The couple both wore bewildered faces—had the old principal taken the wrong medicine? Damn! He's a natural wall‑grass, swaying with the red storm and toppling over at a tilt—utterly lacking principle or bottom line.

Li Hengbo collected himself and issued a cold warning: 'Principal, don't forget—the school's experimental building was funded by my donation!'

"'On behalf of all teachers and students, I thank Mr. Li for his generous donation.'"

The principal truly can bend and stretch—having just straightened his spine, he then bowed down at a ninety‑degree angle right there.

That left Li Hengbo completely at a loss.

Damn, he's already bowed and thanked—if I keep pressing the donation issue, it'll damage my philanthropist image!

But if I don't use that lever, I can't get a handle on that bastard principal.

So what now?

Li Hengbo thought it over, finding no good plan, so he turned to look at his wife and son, then asked Sun Zhiqing again: 'My wife just finished drawing her eyeliner yesterday, and you slapped it off—how do we settle that? Also, your son kicked my son in the crotch—how do we settle that?'

With Lin Dongfan present, Sun Zhiqing also straightened her spine, no longer having any reservations.

She calmly countered Li Hengbo: 'And how should we account for those injuries on my son?'

"'Those injuries weren't caused by today's fight and have nothing to do with my son!' Li Hengbo said."

Sun Zhiqing gave a cold smile, turned to the principal, and asked: 'Principal, could you please loudly tell Li Tiancai's father whether the school's surveillance is broken?'

"'It's not broken; if you want to pull the footage, you can do so anytime.' The principal replied firmly."

Li Hengbo, seething with a head of steam, finally managed after a while to utter: 'Principal, I never realized before—you're actually a talent!'

"'Mr. Li, you flatter me.' The principal resumed a modest yet dignified stance: 'As for the kids' fight, it's indeed your son Li Tiancai who first bullied and struck first. Mr. Li, following the principle of settling matters peacefully, I suggest you voluntarily compensate Sun Mumlin for some medical and emotional damages, lest the situation escalate.'"

"'Fine!'"

As he uttered that word, Li Hengbo gave a fierce glare.

But the person he glared at wasn't the principal.

It was Lin Dongfan.

From start to finish, the principal was merely a jumping clown; the one who truly turned the tide was that bastard Lin Dongfan—even if his official robes were stripped, he remains the capital circle's prince.

In Jingcheng, nobody dares provoke him.

Li Hengbo pulled out his phone and made a call: 'Xiao He, come up once and fetch that box from the trunk.'

Soon, bodyguard He Qixing walked into the principal's office carrying a password box.

Li Hengbo placed the password box on Principal's desk, opened it and took a look— a wave of nouveau riche aura hit him! Inside was filled with cash, stacks of hundred-yuan bills, neatly piled.

Li Hengbo casually picked up two stacks of bills.

He laughed lightly at Sun Zhiqing: "I lack nothing except money! Today I'll just do some charity— tell me, how big is your poor-ass hole? I'll fill it for you!"