Chapter 1994: The Sinister Nature of the Human Heart

"I know, I will, I will definitely listen to my father well." Aili nodded heavily.

"Mr. Chen, I am truly very grateful to you." An'er was also extremely excited; Chen Yu was truly his benefactor.

When he was plagued by a severe illness, it was Chen Yu who saved him, and Chen Yu even restored his only daughter to normal; for him, there was nothing more worth rejoicing over than this.

"I promised Aili that I would let her return to normal, and now I have done it." Chen Yu said with a smile: "In the future, you will no longer have to lock her in this dark, sunless Ancient Castle."

"Good, good." An'er nodded incessantly: "I will host a banquet tonight to properly thank Mr. Chen. As it happens, Aili's brother Ming Lun is coming back, and I will introduce you two."

In the evening, An'er set up a banquet in his luxurious palace, and at the same time, his foster son Ming Lun returned from abroad.

Ming Lun was a person of mixed heritage; he possessed both Eastern and Western bloodlines.

Originally, he was the one who fought everywhere on An'er's behalf, and he should have been rough and burly, but Ming Lun was different from those who slaughtered on the battlefield.

He looked delicate and fair-skinned, and he had a refined and courteous appearance; when he spoke, he was also very polite, but the bursts of chilliness that rose in his eyes made people feel that he was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

"Ming Lun, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Chen, whom I have often mentioned to you. He has helped our family a lot; he is our benefactor." During the banquet, An'er said with a chuckle.

"Mr. Chen, I have often heard my father mention you. Seeing you today, you are indeed as famous as they say." Ming Lun bowed deeply to Chen Yu; his attitude was very good, so good that it made people feel a bit fake.

"No need for formalities. Mr. Ming Lun, you have Eastern blood?" Chen Yu glanced at him.

Ming Lun was An'er's foster son, not his biological son; An'er's family business would always need someone to inherit it.

"That's right, I am half Asian." Ming Lun said indifferently.

"Oh, Huaxia blood?" Chen Yu glanced at him sideways.

"Fusang blood." Ming Lun raised his head and looked at Chen Yu.

"That explains it. No wonder I find you somewhat unpleasant." Chen Yu suddenly realized.

His hostility toward a certain country, while not exactly carved into his bones, was such that as long as he heard the other party's identity, his mood would definitely be very poor.

It made sense that this guy had Fusang blood, because from the moment he appeared, Chen Yu felt that there was a scent on him that he really disliked.

"I know Mr. Chen is from Huaxia, and I am also well aware of the history between my father's race and your Huaxia." Ming Lun smiled faintly: "But those are things of the past. I hope Mr. Chen will not bring them into our relationship."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't help but bring them in, because seeing you, I feel there is an aura on you that I really dislike."

Chen Yu said: "Some things are not just over because they are in the past; they are things that every Huaxia person should have carved into their bones, understand?"

"I don't understand. I feel that a person like Mr. Chen should not be the type to haggle over every detail, because your perspective should be very broad." Ming Lun said leisurely.

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. My perspective has never been broad. I have always repaid kindness with kindness, and I will also remember grudges."

Chen Yu laughed out loud: "I don't accept high-sounding flattery, and I don't hold grudges, because I usually repay them on the spot."

"Then forgive me for being blunt, but your strength and your perspective don't quite match." Ming Lun smiled.

"Strength, perspective? You inherited your foster father's army, so your strength is considered decent, right?" Chen Yu glanced at him.

"Average, but I can handle all kinds of situations myself." Ming Lun held his head high, quite conceited about his own strength.

"Heh... is that so? Which dog is yours?" Chen Yu asked, pointing to a German Shepherd at the entrance of the banquet.

"That's right, it's one I raised. It's very fierce and has helped me a lot." Ming Lun nodded.

"Then it must be very important to you?" Chen Yu smiled slightly, and his Divine Sense was released, instantly locking onto that German Shepherd firmly.

The German Shepherd, which had looked obedient just a moment ago, suddenly seemed to go mad, broke free from its chain, and lunged at Ming Lun while whining.

Ming Lun's gaze froze. Before he could react, the dog lunged fiercely, knocked him to the ground, and then rushed up to bite him.

Ming Lun let out a miserable scream. He kicked his limbs wildly, struggling to kick the dog away.

His subordinates rushed forward to drag the dog away.

But the dog seemed to have gone crazy, struggling incessantly as if it had a deep-seated hatred for Ming Lun, looking as if it wouldn't stop until it bit him to death.

"Kill it, kill it! Put it in a pot and stew it. I want to eat dog meat today!" Ming Lun was helped up from the ground in a disheveled state.

His whole body was covered in deep tooth marks, and the feeling of pain made him almost go crazy. He was now jumping on one foot and screaming, no longer caring about maintaining his image.

"Look, you are also a person with a very broad perspective. This dog is your partner; you have fought side by side. It just bit you once; is there any need to make such a big deal out of it?" Chen Yu spread his hands.

"You..." Ming Lun's face turned livid. Even if he were stupid, he would have guessed that this matter had something to do with Chen Yu.

"People, the thing they like to do most is stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at others." Chen Yu sneered and said: "But when these things actually happen to you, you have a completely different set of standards."

"So don't talk to me about any bullshit ability or perspective. The hatred and conflict between races can never be resolved, understand?"

"Ming Lun, Mr. Chen is absolutely right. Apologize to Mr. Chen now." An'er's face darkened.

He heard the displeasure in Chen Yu's tone. No matter what, he did not want to lose such a powerful ally as Chen Yu, so he had no choice but to make his foster son bow his head.

"Father..." Ming Lun was unconvinced. He had always been an arrogant person, and having gradually taken over An'er's forces over the years, he had long since developed an attitude of looking down on everyone.

Make him apologize to Chen Yu? He was definitely not convinced.

"I told you to apologize." An'er slammed his palm heavily on the table: "What are you? How dare you question Mr. Chen? Either apologize or get out."

Ming Lun's expression changed repeatedly. To be honest, An'er had never spoken to him in such a tone before.

And all along, An'er had always treated him as his own. He never expected that this time, because of an Easterner, An'er would lose his temper with him so badly.