Chapter 295: Can't Take a Beating

The man had a lot of white hair and wore very elegant glasses. At first glance, he looked like a very academic person.

The smile on Jin Mohan's face froze slightly, and Song Yan, who was standing opposite him, paused slightly when he saw them.

"Teacher Song Yan? Why are you here?"

Noticing the sudden change in Jin Mohan's expression, Jiang Zixuan took the initiative to greet him.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then he took off his glasses and walked over slowly.

"Xiao Jin, Zixuan, can I call you that?" Song Yan asked kindly and gently.

Jin Mohan had a numb face, and Jiang Zixuan responded with a smile, "Of course, with your seniority, you can call me whatever you want."

Song Yan looked at her admiringly, "You are really a good girl, not like your mother at all."

"Do you also know Li Shuyuan?" Jiang Zixuan asked in surprise.

"Of course. When your father got married, I escaped from the institute thousands of miles away to attend his wedding."

Song Yan was not worried about offending Jiang Zixuan at all, and continued, "At that time, I felt that Li Shuyuan and Lao Qiu were not the same kind of people. Unfortunately, no matter how I persuaded him, your father would not listen."

Jiang Zixuan said sadly, "I also hope that I don't have that kind of mother."

Song Yan sighed and said, "Don't think about what has already happened. But when you walk around the base, be careful not to run into them."

The "family" he was referring to was the whole family of Li Shuyuan and Jiang Wanwan.

Although Jiang Zixuan didn't need to be afraid of them, that group of people were unreasonable and once they started making trouble, it would cause some trouble for Jiang Zixuan.

Jiang Zixuan held her forehead with her hand in pain. She didn't expect that even if she came to the unified base, she would not be able to escape the harassment of that group of people.

Qiu Ming was also very careless, as he actually allowed that family to cause trouble.

But think about it, as a commander-in-chief, Qiu Ming is not so narrow-minded as to force his ex-wife's family into death.

Song Yan and Jiang Zixuan were having a great conversation, while Jin Mohan remained silent.

It was not until the two of them said goodbye that he suddenly spoke, "I saw Jin Zhenhua at the base."

Song Yan's expression froze.

Jiang Zixuan glanced at Jin Mohan and an idea suddenly came to her mind.

Jin Mohan ignored Song Yan's strange look and continued, "Next, I will visit him."

Song Yan put on his glasses again, lowered his head slightly, and did not look directly into Jin Mohan's eyes.

"Go ahead. You'll always find the answers you want. I'm sorry."

Jin Mohan bowed slightly to show his respect, then pulled Jiang Zixuan away.

Jiang Zixuan didn't even have time to say a complete farewell to Song Yan. She turned around and saw Song Yan standing there, his back looking haggard and lonely.

Thinking of Jin Zhenhua's family's attitude towards Jin Mohan, and the strange interactions between Jin Mohan and Song Yan when they first met, Jiang Zixuan's mind was filled with bloody and exaggerated scenes of family feuds among the rich.

It’s okay that her life experience is extremely difficult, but it can’t be that even Jin Mohan’s birth is so bizarre, right?

How should she comfort the poor little guy then?

Jin Mohan remained silent all the way until he received a call from Qiu Liren, who said that Jin Zhenhua was repairing the city wall on the east side.

He drove Jiang Zixuan to the east, eager to verify his guess.

In the narrow alley, Jin Mohan kicked and beat a man, leaving him with a bruised face and nose, and he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

"You evil creature, you beast! How dare you treat your own father like this? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning and punished? If those two little beasts knew you were so vicious, they would buy you a coffin and bury you as soon as possible!"

The man on the ground had blood in his mouth and a tooth was knocked out, but he still did not forget to curse at Jin Mohan.

Jin Mohan sneered, raised his foot and stepped on Jin Zhenhua's shoulder, crushing his shoulder bone.

Jin Zhenhua let out a painful cry, but Jin Mohan broke his jaw open again, and he could no longer make any sound.

He rolled on the ground in pain, but couldn't even scream. He looked extremely pitiful.

"You have disliked me since childhood. When grandpa was alive, you could still give me a good face," Jin Mohan smiled, but the corners of his mouth were very calm. "As soon as grandpa passed away, you forced my mother to death and let your old lover and illegitimate son abuse me."

He had a hard life during those years. If it weren't for Uncle Zhao and some shareholders of the Jin Group who protected him with all their strength, he would have been eliminated by Jin Zhenhua as trash after his grandfather's death.

He couldn't understand why Jin Zhenhua treated him like this.

Even if Jin Zhenhua married into the Jin family in order to seize the family property, he is still Jin Zhenhua's son, and there is no reason for Jin Zhenhua to kill him.

Later, he was assassinated by Jin Zhenhua. In order to survive, he had to take Lengmo Zhao Yi, Meiyu and others to the darkest areas abroad to do mercenary work.

Even after he grew up and returned to China, Jin Zhenhua still never showed him a moment of warmth between father and son.

What this man is thinking about all the time is to kill him and hand over the Jin Group to the Yuan family and have it controlled by Jin Yingshu.

He had guessed the reason, but had no time to confirm it.

"I should, not be your son, right?"

Half squatting beside Jin Zhenhua, Jin Mohan asked gently.

Jin Zhenhua's pupils shrank sharply, and he stared at him in horror, making babbling sounds from his mouth.

Jin Mohan snapped his fingers and suddenly realized, "Oh, I forgot, you can't speak."

He raised his hand and pinched Jin Zhenhua's dislocated jaw, whispering, "Don't yell later, or I'll make you speechless forever."

Jiang Zixuan stood at the entrance of the alley and turned back to say, "Wait a minute, a patrol is coming."

Fighting is prohibited in the unified base. If their actions were to be exposed, Qiu Ming would have a hard time living his life.

Only after the patrol team left did Jin Zhenhua get the chance to speak again.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Jin Zhenhua immediately spat at Jin Mohan.

Jin Mohan dodged by turning his head, and punched Jin Zhenhua on the temple with his backhand.

Jin Zhenhua fainted for a few seconds and everything went dark before his eyes.

The more Jin Mohan thought about it, the angrier he got. With a dark face, he threw a few more punches at Jin Zhenhua, causing him to choke on blood in his mouth and nose.

Jiang Zixuan couldn't help but remind him, "Husband, I have no problem with you venting your anger, but he is just an ordinary person and can't stand being beaten. Don't kill him before you figure out the whole story."

"Oh." Jin Mohan stood up, took out a tissue and slowly wiped the blood off his fist.

Jin Zhenhua choked on large pools of blood and fell to the ground, twitching.

Now his hair is mostly gray and his clothes are tattered. He looks like a homeless old man who is in his twilight years and has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

He has nothing to do with the powerful and high-spirited President Jin before the end of the world.

He is just an ordinary person, without any special powers. He can only do heavy and rough work in the unified base and be ordered around.

But he was a proud and arrogant person. When faced with other people's calls, he naturally refused to obey them completely, so he was inevitably ostracized and ridiculed.

His fellow workers would trip him up and assign him the hardest and most tiring work, making his life extremely miserable.

The family was also in a mess. Ruan Zhenxin complained about trivial matters every day, accusing him of being incompetent and useless, and scolding him for being a good-for-nothing every day.

(End of this chapter)