Chapter 40
He was furious
When Jiang Shaoheng received Yu Lian's message, he was sitting in the hotel lobby, dressed in black sunglasses, a black mask, and a black baseball cap, looking like a corporate spy. The receptionist kept watching him warily, afraid he might secretly water the money tree in the lobby.
He didn't care what others thought of him; he had only one purpose for this trip.
They came to catch his father's mistress.
I didn't want to get involved, but his father's extramarital affairs are endless, like a mitotic phenomenon. After arresting them in this city, there are others in other cities, and after those, there are others in other provinces. Their monthly activity could light up the entire map of China.
But then his love-struck mother started acting like she was going to die again, it's unbelievable, wow!
Jiang Shaoheng didn't know why, even though things had gone this way, his mother still refused to get a divorce. His father even said he would leave with nothing but the shares. At that moment, Jiang Shaoheng wished he could grab his mother's hand and sign the divorce agreement.
Does she really think she's the female lead in some melodramatic soap opera? Money, money or not, why does she have to choose a freak who may or may not be sick?
Just as he was getting really annoyed, his phone beeped, and he frowned as he looked at it.
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Brother, I miss you > <"
Muscles react before the brain; brows relax, and the corners of lips under the mask lift.
"bias: What are you thinking about me for? Did you pick me out of your list and start thinking about me?"
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Come play tile games with me!"
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Please come back, I'll definitely be naughty quq"
Jiang Shaoheng scoffed at the word "bad".
It doesn't need to break anymore, it's already broken enough, utterly broken, bubbly broken.
"bias: I can't go back for now. I'm catching my dad's mistress."
Actually, he hardly ever lied to him. Aside from saying things to spite people out of spite, he always told the truth. It sounds abstract, but that's how abstract his life was.
The first time Yu Lian asked him out, his mouse broke. He told Yu Lian to wait while he bought a new mouse, and he got a good scolding for it.
The second time Yu Lian asked him out, she had just updated her WeChat Moments with a gaming video. She forgot to block him this time, and he heard a man in the video shamelessly saying something like "Wife, heal me." Enraged, he said, "Husband, you're using your 'yin-yang' technique on her again," which Yu Lian interpreted as him being gay. He was then given a severe scolding.
The third time Yu Lian asked him out, he told her he was taking his cousin to get skinned alive. He was severely scolded for it.
The fourth time Yu Lian asked him out, his pet pig was in heat, and he needed to take it to the vet. He got a good scolding.
And then there's this time.
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Are you sick?"
Knowing he was about to get scolded again, he remained expressionless, sitting on the hotel lobby sofa like an old man, typing with one hand.
"bias: What are you cursing for? If you get caught, I'll take you home."
"bias: You always time things so wrong, baby. Be good, wait a little longer, I'll really bring you back."
"bias: [Transfer of 5200.00]"
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: I'm asking you one last time, right now, are you going to fight or not?"
Jiang Shaoheng didn't see the message immediately when it popped up. His biology father was walking in through the main entrance with a woman in his arms, passing by him and heading towards the elevator. He pulled down his hat brim and followed.
Xiao Lian's inner monologue: 5
Xiao Lian's inner monologue: 4
Xiao Lian's inner monologue: 3
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Get the hell out of here! I've called you so many times and you still haven't come. What am I waiting for? You're such a vicious person. You must have grown up eating pig feed. You're evil, brain-dead, grotesque, cunning, and despicable."
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Automatic payment received, thank you for the donation (˶＞ㅅ＜˶)."
He followed her into the elevator, not afraid that his father would recognize him. He leaned against the wall, looking down at his phone with great concern. When he saw that she had been scolded again, he snorted a little and thought that her scolding was too cute.
type.
"bias: Baby, why is the automatic payment collection so slow this time? Did the customized payment account get lost, so you're manually sending it here?"
It wasn't sent.
Xiao Lian OS has enabled friend verification. You are not yet his/her friend. Please send a friend request first. You can chat only after the other party accepts the request.
It got deleted again. The timer hadn't ended yet, so why was it counting down? Jiang Shaoheng stared at his phone expressionlessly, clearly annoyed.
I looked at it for one or two seconds.
He raised his foot and kicked the old man in front of him in the shin.
Caught off guard, the middle-aged man in a suit and tie suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, the sound of bones dislocating was somewhat sickening.
The woman's instinctive gasp was extremely jarring.
Jiang Shaoheng impatiently pulled down his mask with one finger, revealing a young and handsome face. He had extremely light platinum blonde hair, thin double eyelids, long and narrow eyes, and a very eye-catching mole under one corner of his lip.
"Jiang Shaoheng!" The middle-aged man, lying on the ground with his buttocks sticking out, couldn't get up for a long time. When he turned around and saw it was him, he was furious. His face turned completely red, and his voice trembled with pain. "It's you again, you unfilial son! What do you want! Huh? What else do you want! I'll beat you to death!"
"Get your head up before you hit me." Jiang Shaoheng had no intention of arguing with him. He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the terrified woman. His voice was cold and mocking. "My dad has genital warts. Think about whether you can earn enough money for his treatment before you go to bed with him. Alright, my wife needs to see me. I'm not going to waste my time with you guys."
The elevator doors opened, and he kicked aside his father's arm that was blocking his way, then strode away like the wind.
He was furious. Extremely furious.
The last time Yu Lian deleted me was two years ago.
In his second year of high school, Jiang Shaoheng got into a huge fight at the International High School. This time, his family's donations of buildings and playgrounds were no longer effective; back in his first year, he had already donated so much land at the school that it was packed to capacity.
Schools in the city wouldn't accept him, so he transferred to a top high school in the neighboring province.
He was late for the entire morning self-study session on his first day of school. He didn't wear his school uniform properly; two buttons were undone at the collar, his jacket was open, and he was strutting around the almost deserted school road with a backpack slung over one shoulder.
A person rushed towards him from around the corner, head down, not even looking where he was going, and sped along like a small cannonball, his forehead hitting his sternum.
It hurts, it ....
It felt like a pig had stepped on my chest.
Jiang Shaoheng didn't expect that someone else at the key high school would be late like him. He clutched his chest and took a step back, about to scold them, but his temper melted away like cream when the person looked up at him.
It's delicious and sweet.
Back then, Yu Lian's face was younger and cuter than it is now, with big, round eyes. When she was bumped, tears welled up in her eyes, and her tone was very mean.
But the voice is very endearing and cute.
"Watch where you're going! Someone's been hit and killed."
Before he could react, she added without any hesitation.
"You don't even have pectoral muscles, and your bones are so hard. You should exercise more often."
Jiang Shaoheng laughed in exasperation: "No pectoral muscles at all? I have thin muscles, do you even know what thin muscles are? Besides, you bumped into the very center, where would you get pectoral muscles? Do you want to check if I even have any?"
He asked her three questions in quick succession and reached out to lift her school uniform so she could see.
He had just lifted his shirt over his abs when he saw her staring gaze, so he paused and put his shirt down again, not wanting to give her the benefit of his desire.
"Hey, you really want to see? Is it that lewd?"
Yu Lian scoffed in disappointment, huffed, and stormed off, her backpack slapping him as she turned. Jiang Shaoheng didn't stop her, his hands in his pockets as he squinted at her retreating figure.
That evening, he went home and opened Yu Lianhu's account.
She's always been a good girl, consistently ranking at the top of her class. Her ID photo shows an incredibly sweet face; you'd never guess she has such a bad temper.
Each teaching building has 12 classes, and Yu Lian's class is upstairs from Jiang Shaoheng's.
Jiang Shaoheng would climb two flights of stairs to the back door of her classroom during every break to see her. He then discovered that quite a few people came to see her from the back door. Outside Yu Lian's classroom, a row of boys were lurking by the windows in the corridor, pretending to chat and look at the scenery, but their eyes were actually constantly glancing inside.
Yu Lian would just slump over her desk and sleep as soon as get out of class ended, never letting anyone see her face. Occasionally, when she went out to use the restroom, she would deliberately keep her eyes straight ahead as she passed through groups of boys, her chin slightly raised. The scent of her hair would waft over, and the group of boys would stop talking and take deep breaths.
energetic, pretentious.
Jiang Shaoheng truly liked her.
I wish I could throw all those pig-like men out the window so I could smell them myself.
He didn't care what others thought of him; he had only one purpose for this trip.
They came to catch his father's mistress.
I didn't want to get involved, but his father's extramarital affairs are endless, like a mitotic phenomenon. After arresting them in this city, there are others in other cities, and after those, there are others in other provinces. Their monthly activity could light up the entire map of China.
But then his love-struck mother started acting like she was going to die again, it's unbelievable, wow!
Jiang Shaoheng didn't know why, even though things had gone this way, his mother still refused to get a divorce. His father even said he would leave with nothing but the shares. At that moment, Jiang Shaoheng wished he could grab his mother's hand and sign the divorce agreement.
Does she really think she's the female lead in some melodramatic soap opera? Money, money or not, why does she have to choose a freak who may or may not be sick?
Just as he was getting really annoyed, his phone beeped, and he frowned as he looked at it.
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Brother, I miss you > <"
Muscles react before the brain; brows relax, and the corners of lips under the mask lift.
"bias: What are you thinking about me for? Did you pick me out of your list and start thinking about me?"
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Come play tile games with me!"
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Please come back, I'll definitely be naughty quq"
Jiang Shaoheng scoffed at the word "bad".
It doesn't need to break anymore, it's already broken enough, utterly broken, bubbly broken.
"bias: I can't go back for now. I'm catching my dad's mistress."
Actually, he hardly ever lied to him. Aside from saying things to spite people out of spite, he always told the truth. It sounds abstract, but that's how abstract his life was.
The first time Yu Lian asked him out, his mouse broke. He told Yu Lian to wait while he bought a new mouse, and he got a good scolding for it.
The second time Yu Lian asked him out, she had just updated her WeChat Moments with a gaming video. She forgot to block him this time, and he heard a man in the video shamelessly saying something like "Wife, heal me." Enraged, he said, "Husband, you're using your 'yin-yang' technique on her again," which Yu Lian interpreted as him being gay. He was then given a severe scolding.
The third time Yu Lian asked him out, he told her he was taking his cousin to get skinned alive. He was severely scolded for it.
The fourth time Yu Lian asked him out, his pet pig was in heat, and he needed to take it to the vet. He got a good scolding.
And then there's this time.
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Are you sick?"
Knowing he was about to get scolded again, he remained expressionless, sitting on the hotel lobby sofa like an old man, typing with one hand.
"bias: What are you cursing for? If you get caught, I'll take you home."
"bias: You always time things so wrong, baby. Be good, wait a little longer, I'll really bring you back."
"bias: [Transfer of 5200.00]"
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: I'm asking you one last time, right now, are you going to fight or not?"
Jiang Shaoheng didn't see the message immediately when it popped up. His biology father was walking in through the main entrance with a woman in his arms, passing by him and heading towards the elevator. He pulled down his hat brim and followed.
Xiao Lian's inner monologue: 5
Xiao Lian's inner monologue: 4
Xiao Lian's inner monologue: 3
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Get the hell out of here! I've called you so many times and you still haven't come. What am I waiting for? You're such a vicious person. You must have grown up eating pig feed. You're evil, brain-dead, grotesque, cunning, and despicable."
"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Automatic payment received, thank you for the donation (˶＞ㅅ＜˶)."
He followed her into the elevator, not afraid that his father would recognize him. He leaned against the wall, looking down at his phone with great concern. When he saw that she had been scolded again, he snorted a little and thought that her scolding was too cute.
type.
"bias: Baby, why is the automatic payment collection so slow this time? Did the customized payment account get lost, so you're manually sending it here?"
It wasn't sent.
Xiao Lian OS has enabled friend verification. You are not yet his/her friend. Please send a friend request first. You can chat only after the other party accepts the request.
It got deleted again. The timer hadn't ended yet, so why was it counting down? Jiang Shaoheng stared at his phone expressionlessly, clearly annoyed.
I looked at it for one or two seconds.
He raised his foot and kicked the old man in front of him in the shin.
Caught off guard, the middle-aged man in a suit and tie suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, the sound of bones dislocating was somewhat sickening.
The woman's instinctive gasp was extremely jarring.
Jiang Shaoheng impatiently pulled down his mask with one finger, revealing a young and handsome face. He had extremely light platinum blonde hair, thin double eyelids, long and narrow eyes, and a very eye-catching mole under one corner of his lip.
"Jiang Shaoheng!" The middle-aged man, lying on the ground with his buttocks sticking out, couldn't get up for a long time. When he turned around and saw it was him, he was furious. His face turned completely red, and his voice trembled with pain. "It's you again, you unfilial son! What do you want! Huh? What else do you want! I'll beat you to death!"
"Get your head up before you hit me." Jiang Shaoheng had no intention of arguing with him. He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the terrified woman. His voice was cold and mocking. "My dad has genital warts. Think about whether you can earn enough money for his treatment before you go to bed with him. Alright, my wife needs to see me. I'm not going to waste my time with you guys."
The elevator doors opened, and he kicked aside his father's arm that was blocking his way, then strode away like the wind.
He was furious. Extremely furious.
The last time Yu Lian deleted me was two years ago.
In his second year of high school, Jiang Shaoheng got into a huge fight at the International High School. This time, his family's donations of buildings and playgrounds were no longer effective; back in his first year, he had already donated so much land at the school that it was packed to capacity.
Schools in the city wouldn't accept him, so he transferred to a top high school in the neighboring province.
He was late for the entire morning self-study session on his first day of school. He didn't wear his school uniform properly; two buttons were undone at the collar, his jacket was open, and he was strutting around the almost deserted school road with a backpack slung over one shoulder.
A person rushed towards him from around the corner, head down, not even looking where he was going, and sped along like a small cannonball, his forehead hitting his sternum.
It hurts, it ....
It felt like a pig had stepped on my chest.
Jiang Shaoheng didn't expect that someone else at the key high school would be late like him. He clutched his chest and took a step back, about to scold them, but his temper melted away like cream when the person looked up at him.
It's delicious and sweet.
Back then, Yu Lian's face was younger and cuter than it is now, with big, round eyes. When she was bumped, tears welled up in her eyes, and her tone was very mean.
But the voice is very endearing and cute.
"Watch where you're going! Someone's been hit and killed."
Before he could react, she added without any hesitation.
"You don't even have pectoral muscles, and your bones are so hard. You should exercise more often."
Jiang Shaoheng laughed in exasperation: "No pectoral muscles at all? I have thin muscles, do you even know what thin muscles are? Besides, you bumped into the very center, where would you get pectoral muscles? Do you want to check if I even have any?"
He asked her three questions in quick succession and reached out to lift her school uniform so she could see.
He had just lifted his shirt over his abs when he saw her staring gaze, so he paused and put his shirt down again, not wanting to give her the benefit of his desire.
"Hey, you really want to see? Is it that lewd?"
Yu Lian scoffed in disappointment, huffed, and stormed off, her backpack slapping him as she turned. Jiang Shaoheng didn't stop her, his hands in his pockets as he squinted at her retreating figure.
That evening, he went home and opened Yu Lianhu's account.
She's always been a good girl, consistently ranking at the top of her class. Her ID photo shows an incredibly sweet face; you'd never guess she has such a bad temper.
Each teaching building has 12 classes, and Yu Lian's class is upstairs from Jiang Shaoheng's.
Jiang Shaoheng would climb two flights of stairs to the back door of her classroom during every break to see her. He then discovered that quite a few people came to see her from the back door. Outside Yu Lian's classroom, a row of boys were lurking by the windows in the corridor, pretending to chat and look at the scenery, but their eyes were actually constantly glancing inside.
Yu Lian would just slump over her desk and sleep as soon as get out of class ended, never letting anyone see her face. Occasionally, when she went out to use the restroom, she would deliberately keep her eyes straight ahead as she passed through groups of boys, her chin slightly raised. The scent of her hair would waft over, and the group of boys would stop talking and take deep breaths.
energetic, pretentious.
Jiang Shaoheng truly liked her.
I wish I could throw all those pig-like men out the window so I could smell them myself.