Chapter 939: Making One's Father Die of Anger

People whose emotions have hit rock bottom are not just Wang Qigang alone; there's also Wan Xiaoqing, who was removed from office.

Having been removed from office less than a month after taking up the post, Wan Xiaoqing became the tax bureau's shortest-serving chief in history, and at the same time became the after-work gossip among colleagues.

This made Wan Xiaoqing lose face.

But Wan Xiaoqing is different from Wang Qigang; she won't stay at home waiting for doom. Since she was little, she has firmly believed that tears solve nothing. She also doesn't believe in fate, always trusting only herself.

The Organization Department staff notified her to go handle the paperwork.

She didn't go.

She knew that as soon as she stepped through the Organization Department's doors, she would truly lose everything.

Tax Bureau chief, the shortest-serving chief in history! This joke is enough to keep the Wuzhou officialdom chewing for several months!

Whenever she thought of her colleagues' gloating mouths,

her heart felt as if cut by a knife.

Yesterday she had a dream, dreaming that she stood at the pinnacle of power! Then, like swatting a fly, she pinched to death those gloating colleagues on her office desk!

Unfortunately, the good dream didn't last; she was wakened in the middle of the night by a full bladder.

"Dad."

Early in the morning, Wan Xiaoqing returned to her parents' home, full of resentment.

Her elderly father, Wan Yan, a comrade, had just completed his discharge procedures yesterday afternoon.

When Wan Xiaoqing pushed the door open and entered, Wan Yan was sitting in the living room watching the news. Whether he was deaf or blind, he paid no heed to her calls.

"Dad!"

Wan Xiaoqing shouted again, this time raising her voice a few notches.

Although his eyes were fixed on the TV, he finally responded: "Haven't you eaten breakfast? Your mom made red bean porridge. It's in the kitchen—help yourself."

"I'm not hungry."

Wan Xiaoqing casually tossed her bag onto the sofa and sat down beside her father.

Putting on the act of a dutiful daughter, she pleaded piteously with her father: "Dad, no matter what this time, you must help me."

"Help you with what?"

Wan Yan kept his eyes fixed on the TV screen, not even blinking, as the news aired a special anti-corruption program after the 18th Party Congress.

Although the TV volume was turned up loud, Wan Xiaoqing acted as if she hadn't heard a thing.

Wan Xiaoqing gazed hopefully at her father:

"Back then, you were Chu Jinsong's old subordinate. And Chu Jinsong is Mayor Lin's father-in-law—this connection needs no explanation."

"When you were hospitalized earlier, I heard Mayor Lin also went to visit you."

"From this we can see."

"Mayor Lin still shows considerable respect for you, this old comrade."

"Could you go and put in a good word for me? Ask Mayor Lin to give me another chance. If you're willing to step forward, I'm sure he'll definitely grant you this favor."

Having said that, Wan Xiaoqing waited eagerly, expecting her father to nod.

Wan Yan turned his head and glanced at her.

After Along silence, he finally spoke: "You halted the province's key project less than a month after taking office. You cuffed investors like Ye Jiaying as easily as saying 'handcuffs.' Is that what you call law enforcement? Is that what you call throwing your weight around?"

His tone grew heavier as he went on.

Wan Xiaoqing's face fell instantly: "I came to ask for your help, not to listen to your lecture! Can't we communicate properly?!"

"You can't even speak about your mistakes, and you call this asking for help?" Wan Yan stopped watching TV, his eyes locked on Wan Xiaoqing, full of the frustration of 'hating iron for not becoming steel.'

For over thirty years of father‑daughter relationship, they had never communicated well.

It's not that Old Wan doesn't want to communicate well.

Rather, Wan Xiaoqing has never listened to her parents' teachings since childhood; she acts with lofty eyes but low ability, thinks highly of herself, and only after causing a mess does she remember she still has a father.

Wan Yan scolded her with a heart full of anguish:

"You're already an adult; I have no obligation to wipe your bottom for you. If you come back to drink porridge, there's plenty, and I and your mother welcome you. If you want to pursue those crooked ways, then don't call me Dad……"

"How am I pursuing crooked ways?!"

When her anger flared, Wan Xiaoqing's voice was truly loud, directly drowning out the TV's sound.

She was like a porcupine whose quills have exploded!

She bellowed at her father: "When I investigated Mortal Group, I was acting according to the law! What have I done wrong?! You don't distinguish right from wrong, you just scold on sight—what kind of father acts so unreasonably?!"

"Whose law are you following?"

Wan Yan, also provoked by the retort, raised his voice and shouted back: "You had no evidence at all, yet you stormed into their company, sealed their finances, and cuffed people! You act without considering consequences, you've halted the province's key project, and you show no remorse! If I were to say, dismissal is too light! What do you have to complain about?"

"What does the project's halt have to do with me? You lot with your baffling old ideas!" Wan Xiaoqing argued incessantly: "The Tax Bureau only handles tax investigations; whether the project stops or not is the Urban Construction Bureau's business!"

"Exactly, exactly, exactly! You're never wrong—get out…… get out!"

Wan Yan, furious, clutched his chest, his face turning deathly pale, even breathing becoming difficult.

However……

Yet Wan Xiaoqing, like a blind person who sees nothing, continued to flush with anger and roar: "Are you even my father?! From childhood to now—no matter what—when have you ever cared about my feelings?! Now I've been removed from office; you could clearly help me, yet you don't! What kind of father behaves like this?!"

"I'm not your father! Get out…… get out!"

Wan Yan's face grew ever paler, his angry voice weakening, he bowed his head and pressed his hands tightly over his chest, endless pain etched on his face.

But the shouting did not stop.

Wan Xiaoqing rose angrily: "You want me to get out? Fine! Remember this: now it's not that I refuse to acknowledge you as my father, but that you refuse to acknowledge me as your daughter! From now on, I'll never again ask you for help, even in death! Tomorrow I'll move my household registration out and set up my own household! From now on, don't carve my name on your tombstone!"

Saying this, Wan Xiaoqing grabbed her bag, turned and walked out, the door slamming shut with a huge bang.

It was like an earthquake.

"Pfft! ~~"

Wan Yan couldn't catch his breath, he was so angry he spat a mouthful of blood right there and fainted beside the sofa. I don't know if Wan Xiaoqing heard it; anyway, she didn't turn back.

Soon after.

The old lady came back from buying groceries, saw Wan Lao collapsed beside the sofa, and in fright threw her vegetable basket: "Old Wan, what happened to you? You were fine when I left earlier, don't scare me……"

She called out a few times, but got no response.

The old lady checked Wan Lao's breath, then burst into tears, pulled out her phone and dialed 120: "My Old Wan had an accident, please come quickly……"

After calling 120, the old lady called her daughter Wan Xiaoqing.

She called twice.

Both times the call was hung up.

The old lady seemed to realize something, and cried, "What sin have I created?" She then hurriedly helped Old Wan lie flat on the floor.

Following the first-aid measures she had seen on TV, she performed CPR on Old Wan.

In the end, it was due to old age and frailty.

The old lady grew exhausted after just a few presses, her tears streaming as she cried, "Old Wan, hang on, the doctor will be here soon, please wake up……"