Chapter 957

Around nine in the evening.

Meng Qinghe had just returned home when he received a call from Lao Liu of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, which came as a great surprise to him.

"Director Liu, has the person who injured my son been caught?" Meng Qinghe asked.

Unexpectedly, the voice on the phone sounded helpless: "Mayor Meng, there is a situation I need to report to you; I'm afraid we won't be able to make the arrest."

"What are you guys at the City Bureau doing?"

Meng Qinghe's tone and expression turned grim with anger.

Lao Liu on the other end, apparently having anticipated this, replied truthfully: "We have found out who injured your son; it is Lin Fuxing, the son of Mayor Lin."

"Lin Fuxing?"

Although it was the first time he had heard that name, Meng Qinghe's voice was lowered, gritting his teeth, not knowing what to say.

Lao Liu then probed: "What do you think about this…"

"Understood."

Meng Qinghe hung up after saying that and threw his phone onto the desk.

That unprecedented feeling of suffocation, if held in the heart too long, turns into a mass of nameless anger; and once that anger has no outlet, a person is on the verge of losing control.

Meng Qinghe stared at the calligraphy on the wall—"Virtue bears all things"!

He stared for Along time.

"Damn it, what virtue bears what thing? In the end, it's still power that rules everything!" Meng Qinghe grew angrier the more he thought, snatched the tea cup from the desk and hurled it at the calligraphy.

"Pa!"

The tea cup shattered against the wall, and the calligraphy was splashed wet with tea.

Next room.

Meng Yu was lying on the bed scrolling his phone. The wound on his face still throbbed faintly, and he felt a bellyful of anger. Hearing the commotion next door, he frowned but didn't move.

"Meng Yu! Get over here!"

His father Meng Qinghe's voice suddenly came from the study, like an enraged lion.

Meng Yu slowly got out of bed, dragging his slippers over. He pushed open the study door and took a look, somewhat startled. He saw shards of porcelain scattered on the floor, and his father's face was ashen.

"Dad, what's going on?"

"Do you know who the person you hit today is?"

Meng Qinghe's eyes were red with rage, fixed tightly on Meng Yu.

Meng Yu blinked: "Who?"

"You still have the nerve to ask who it is?" Meng Qinghe gritted his teeth, enunciating each word: "It's Lin Fuxing, the son of Lin Dongfan!"

"So what?"

Meng Yu added dismissively: "I didn't know he was the mayor's son before."

"You didn't know?!"

Seeing his son in this useless, brutish state, Meng Qinghe's anger surged straight to the crown of his head, impossible to suppress.

Meng Qinghe raged: "Are you blind or brainless?! As my son, you don't even recognize the mayor's wife's Porsche, yet you brawl with Lin Fuxing! Fighting aside, you still can't beat him! That little bastard is only fifteen, and you're six years older! Have you been eating shit for six years? All you grow is temper, not skill! You've thrown away my face, you good-for-nothing!"

"Dad, you're being stepped on outside, then you come home to take it out on me—is that appropriate?" Meng Yu objected strongly to the word "good-for-nothing."

"!!!"

Meng Qinghe also glared with vajra eyes, his eyes widening as he visibly struggled to hold back his anger.

Meng Yu spoke righteously: "The issue now isn't that I can't beat Lin Fuxing, but that you can't beat Lin Dongfan! So who's useless—me or you?"

This wasn't the first time Meng Yu had confronted his father head-on.

But this time was different from before.

Because……

This time, he really touched Meng Qinghe's sore spot.

In an instant, Meng Qinghe's face turned liver-colored; without a word, he swung a slap.

"Pa!"

The crisp sound echoed in the study.

Meng Yu's left cheek was still bruised; the slap reignited his anger cells instantly, and all his resentment showed on his face.

"You hit me?!"

"I'm your father—what's wrong with hitting you? Today I'm hitting you for that spineless, worthless look of yours! Try talking back again."

Meng Qinghe pointed at Meng Yu's nose in warning.

Meng Yu suddenly chuckled: "Unworthy? Is your so-called worthiness about being a lackey at work and a tyrant at home, just like you?"

"Damn brat!"

Meng Qinghe, still seething, swung another slap.

But this time he missed.

Before the big slap could reach Meng Yu's face, Meng Yu blocked it with a wave of his hand.

Meng Yu's blocking force was considerable, his motion infused with anger! Just a casual flick almost wrenched Meng Qinghe's lower back.

"I'll regain the face I lost myself; no need for you to worry!"

Meng Yu tossed off a cold remark and turned to leave.

As he stepped out, he gave the door a casual tug; it slammed with a loud bang, the door frame buzzed, and even the calligraphy on the wall was shaken askew.

"Stand right there!"

Meng Qinghe roared from behind the door, but Meng Yu didn't look back, racing downstairs.

This was destined not to be a peaceful night.

The evening wind blew on his face, which should have been cool, but now it felt burning.

Meng Yu walked while talking on the phone: "Hey, Qiangzi, go check where that red Porsche is parked—I'm going to deal with him tonight!"

"Brother Yu, which Porsche?"

Qiangzi and a few idle people from society were gathered at a billiards club playing billiards; there wasn't a single expert, all were players of the "Strength Produces Miracles" series.

Meng Yu gritted his teeth and cursed: "I got beaten up, and you still have the mood to play billiards?! Tell me where that Porsche that stole my parking spot on the pedestrian street yesterday is!"

……

Entertainment Emperor KTV, third-floor private room.

The music was deafening, the colored lights spun, bathing the private room in a riot of colors.

Lin Fuxing held a glass of juice, clinked it against Yang Qing's beer glass: "Uncle Yang, do you think my dad will get angry?"

"Don't be scared of him, don't be scared."

Yang Qing tipped back his neck, took a gulp of ice-cold beer, feeling incredibly refreshed.

He put down his cup and added: "Just go ahead and play; if the sky falls, I've got you covered. But I'll state this upfront: no touching women, mainly because you're not yet of age, I'm worried it'll affect your development."

"In ancient times, it was common for fifteen-year-olds to become fathers," Lin Fuxing said.

Yang Qing replied solemnly: "In ancient times, women didn't leave the outer gate, didn't cross the second gate, and followed the three obediences and four virtues! Can women today do that? They might just catch a virus—don't mess around."

"Uncle Yang, tell me, when did you lose your virginity?" Lin Fuxing asked with interest, smiling.

Yang Qing seriously thought back for a while.

Finally he shook his head and sighed: "Saying it out is all regret. I, Uncle Yang, am a decent man; I've never touched those one-stop bath services at disreputable places. Because my moral standards are high, this directly led to me only knowing what it feels like to sleep with a woman when I got married. Really, I'm not lying to you."

"You guess whether I believe you?"

Lin Fuxing gave a sideways glance, as if saying another word would be an insult to his own intelligence.