Chapter 305: Do you really have to drive me to death?

Listening to them talk about Entertainment Circle matters, the foster father naturally couldn't understand, and besides, he came this time just to get money, not to lecture anyone.

To him, those grand principles were like chewing wax; he simply couldn't grasp them.

"I don't care what you say; anyway, I'm here to get money. As long as you give me the money, you can do whatever you want with my son."

"You're a big boss, aren't you? Just transfer the money to me directly; as long as you do, I won't cause you any trouble afterward."

He spoke as if it were completely natural, as if that money had to end up in his pocket.

Jiang Cheng laughed at him; when demanding money, he was righteous and confident—once he got the money, he could basically accept whatever happened to his son.

"I won't give you money; you've already extorted a lot. If you keep extorting, we'll file a police report, and we have surveillance and some evidence here."

Hearing those remarks, the foster father scoffed; the people from his village had once told him that, no matter what, as long as he worked hard, his son was raised by him.

No one can deny that fact; even the boss in front of him would have to take it into account.

"Stop saying so much; no matter what, he's still my son. Give me the advance pay for his next few years' wages, and once you do, I'll leave today."

As soon as he heard about advancing the son's wages, it sounded as if the son's wages were naturally meant to be advanced by him.

Jiang Cheng was about to faint from anger; he had never seen such an unreasonable person, who, when being unreasonable, still regarded it as normal.

"Sorry, even if we were to advance wages, it would have to be done by the person themselves, and it would have to reach their own wage card; without their permission, no one is allowed to take it."

Upon his words, the foster parents' faces indeed changed.

Especially the foster mother—this is his son; why would she want to break free from his control? She grabbed his arm in one motion.

She questioned him, "Can you advance the wages? My husband and I are old too; we need some money for our retirement. You previously said you'd support us—now make good on it."

After hearing his words, Lin Xinyuan could not possibly cash out the money; after all, the boss had already given them such a great favor, even letting him have various things—if he were to ask for an advance on wages, wouldn't that be a joke?

He was making things difficult for the boss, as he had already said before.

If he were to completely sever ties with the foster parents' controlling ways, he wouldn't fall into that pit again.

"I won't advance the wages, and I certainly won't obey your orders."

"You dare to do that, right?" the foster father shouted, hands on hips, "Then I'll invite an entertainment reporter to give a full report, saying that after some people become famous, they ignore their parents—I'll see what the reporter says, I'll see what the world's opinion is, and see who it sides with."

Their reckless actions continually hurt the boy before them, and Lin Xinyuan felt immense oppression.

He had already been hospitalized, yet his family showed him no sympathy at all—only endless exploitation.

"Do you really have to drive me to death? Am I destined to be your ATM, your bloodsucker, just because I live in this world?"

After saying that, he actually swung his legs out of bed and tried to walk outside, but Jiang Cheng blocked his path, seeming to understand why Lin Xinyuan would act this way.

But one cannot lightly give up on life; if even you abandon yourself, how could others cherish it?

Life is inherently precious—why waste it on beasts? "What do you want to do? You're my employee; you previously promised me you'd live well."

Under Jiang Cheng's questioning, Lin Xinyuan indeed stopped his agitation, though he felt wronged in his heart—he felt his own importance was trivial, and now he was still dragging the boss down.

"The boss suffers too much being alive; rather than let me live, it'd be better if I died—I won't burden you anymore; the money I owe you can just count as later advertising expenses, I'll repay you."

The foster parents also grew afraid—if Lin Xinyuan died, how would they earn money?

From then on, there would be no source of income; this kid, in front of them, actually couldn't see a way out—he was trying to put them in a death trap.

"What do you want, kid? Are you trying to bring us bad luck? I'll tell you, even if you wanted to die, you couldn't involve us—it's not like we forced you." The foster mother said, somewhat afraid.

The foster father beside him also felt ill-omened; after raising him for so long, how did he end up with such an ungrateful child?

Not only is he unfilial to his parents, but now he even wants to pressure them in front of others.

"Fine, if you insist on making a scene with me, I can't stop you—if you want to die, I won't block you."

To avoid stimulating Lin Xinyuan's emotions, Jiang Cheng could only have the orderly take them out first.

They didn't want to leave, but Jiang Cheng gave them a look, and indeed they fell silent and all left the ward.

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In the ward, Jiang Cheng's words of advice.

"Are you really going to give up on life just because of others' opinions? What a wonderful world this is—you've finally come to understand; if it's due to the foster parents' pressure, worst case you call the police, and I'll go with you to file the case."

Under his persuasion, Lin Xinyuan's emotions finally stabilized.

"Thank you, boss; I just feel I'm a redundant burden."

"You've never been a burden; the troublemakers have always been them."

After some soothing, Lin Xinyuan's mood improved considerably; he felt that once he recovered, he must work hard to repay the boss's kindness.

Hearing no movement inside, the foster father finally entered, having just pondered things.

Since Lin Xinyuan wasn't willing to give money, he still had plenty of options—worst case, he'd ask for a little less and ask again later.

"Fine, I won't ask for much—just give me a few hundred thousand as meal money for these two days; after all, I and your mother haven't eaten these two days—do you really want to watch us starve to death?"

He spoke as if it were natural, even though he was clearly wearing expensive clothes and even had a Golden Pixiu on his wrist.

Lin Xinyuan coughed and said, "I've said it before—I won't give you another cent. You've already taken the money; leave now, or I'll call the police."

"Even if you ruin my reputation, you still won't get any money—I can still survive in the Entertainment Circle, at least afford food; if you want to go all out, I can still afford to play along—let's see who lasts to the end." (End of chapter)