Struggling in the Shura Field Every Day

Zhu Yanshi was intelligent and quick-witted, accumulating a large fortune through his own abilities, ready for a comfortable retirement. However, he suddenly transmigrated into a book titled "I...

Chapter 69 Birthday Party (Part 1) Showing Weakness

Chapter 69 Birthday Party (Part 1) Showing Weakness

Arrogant!

It’s really too arrogant!!

Zhang Luchen's opened hand froze to the side, his eyes drooping in disbelief.

No one has ever dared to treat me like this!

Except his father...

A group of young people who were watching the show not far away noticed the strange atmosphere here and came over.

Start adding fuel to the fire.

"So arrogant? How dare you talk to our famous star like that?"

"Exposure, do you believe it?"

"What's your attitude..."

"So arrogant! You can tell at a glance that you're not worthy of being on stage..."

Zhu Yanshi was quietly sitting in a corner browsing his phone when suddenly a group of people gathered in front of him. The chattering sound penetrated his ears, making it impossible for him to hear the sound of the video playing on his phone.

What are you doing?

Are the rich second generation nowadays so idle?

After turning off his phone and putting it in his pocket, the boy, who had been lowering his head, suddenly raised his head.

He was sitting close to the window, and the light from outside happened to fall on him, covering the round-neck white sweatshirt he was wearing.

It illuminates the boy's face, and the gold dotted between his eyebrows highlights the sharpness in his eyes.

Like the green leaves sprouting in early spring, growing stubbornly.

Countless stars twinkled in the black pupils of a pair of eyes. As the eyes blinked, the stars burst out with dazzling brilliance one after another.

In the air, there was a youthful aura, mixed with the green and cool fragrance of plum blossoms from the other person.

"What's up?"

Zhu Yanshi spoke, his voice hinting at impatience.

The chaotic discussions around disappeared, replaced by the sound of interlaced breathing.

Zhang Luchen withdrew his gaze from the other person's face, put his hands in his trouser pockets, tilted his head, and chuckled.

"You're so cool."

An extremely immature statement.

Zhu Yanshi was too lazy to pay attention to the child. He had seen many people like him before. Children of this type did not receive attention at home, so they tried their best to compare themselves with other children to show their sense of superiority.

Very lacking in love.

How pitiful!

When that provocative remark came out, everyone saw the young man who had been sitting on the sofa cast a pitying look at Zhang Luchen.

sigh.

"Don't try to make your presence felt here, go find your parents."

“…”

Too much!

That’s too much!

See the essence through the phenomenon and immediately poke open the other party's festering wound!

The defense was broken so quickly, with just one sentence.

Zhang Lu's chest was heaving with anger. He grabbed Zhu Yanshi's collar, lifted him up, and raised his fist high.

And in the moment of his rage, the group of friends surrounding him scattered like birds and beasts, retreated far away, and watched the show with their arms folded.

No one cares about the feelings of a good-for-nothing dude with a privileged status. They surround him just because he is the son of someone in a higher position.

"Even if I hit you here, you'd better hold it in!"

Zhang Luchen frowned tightly, staring fiercely into the eyes of the young man in front of him.

There was only a hint of teasing in the other person's eyes, and a smile on his lips.

Even though nothing was said, he could see a hint of subtle contempt in Zhu Yanshi's eyes.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely tense and the war between the two was about to break out, they suddenly heard a noise coming from the yard outside the glass window.

Zhu Yanshi turned his head and looked outside. From his angle, he happened to see that Yuan Qing, who was standing opposite a group of people, was slapped in the face in public.

The crisp sound of slapping echoed around, attracting almost everyone's attention.

The man's head was slapped to one side, his black hair hanging in front of his eyes, and a bright red slap mark could be seen, standing out against his white skin.

The noisy discussions all around him seemed to be swallowing him up completely, but he stood alone on the opposite side, like a man fighting against the malice of the entire world.

A birthday party, a birthday party just for him. Not everyone may be happy, but at least Yuan Qing should be happy on this day.

But now, everyone was laughing, and he was the only one who remained silent, facing the mocking gazes of the crowd.

No one in the room expected such a reversal. Although they were all despised and squandered by their families, they were still treasures held in the palms of their families' hands.

But now, Yuan Qing, who is regarded as someone else's child by all parents, is treated like this. At the birthday party, he was beaten and scolded by his father without any face.

Zhang Luchen was a little slow to react. Seeing this scene, he even forgot to swing his fist. He half opened his mouth and uttered a word.

“Fuck…”

Just when he was in a trance, the boy who had not cared at all about being grabbed by the collar suddenly pushed him away.

Before anyone could react, Zhu Yanshi disappeared into the garden outside like a gust of wind.

In the garden, the flowers planted attracted various kinds of butterflies, which fluttered their wings in the light, presenting a bright color.

The elders who came to the banquet tried to persuade him earnestly, but the more they tried to persuade him, the more it seemed like they were adding fuel to the fire.

"After all, today is the child's birthday... and everyone is here... so give him some face."

"The main thing is, bringing up this kind of thing on such a beautiful day really does spoil the fun..."

"It's supposed to be a respectable banquet, why invite that crazy woman?"

"There's no need to get so angry... the child just misses his mother..."

"If you ask me, I should marry another..."

"That crazy woman has affected the child's life..."

Yuan Yongcheng stood in the middle of the crowd, his fingers hanging by his side trembling slightly, trying hard to suppress the anger in his chest.

Today is a good day. He had repeatedly warned Yuan Qing last night not to do anything to make him angry today.

If we get through it well, neither of us will be embarrassed.

Now, in front of so many colleagues, Yuan Qing asked for his crazy mother with a cold face.

What are you doing?

That was his family's only flaw!

A crazy, insane woman! If she came, how many people would laugh at him?

Yuan Yongcheng naturally knew that getting angry today was not a wise choice. He wanted to pull the man to a corner to persuade him, but the other party simply shook his hand away when passing by the garden.

Staring at him, he said coldly.

"Today is the day she gave birth to me. She should have come."

"Are you ashamed of him?"

The attention of those colleagues around who had superficial relationships with them was attracted by such questions, and the gazes cast on their backs to watch the show were like stabbing people's spines.

How could Yuen Wing-shing, who seems to be such a successful person, be slapped in the face like this in public?

My son, who is usually obedient and silent, seemed to be provoked by something and kept making unpleasant remarks.

I can't stop it.

The string in my head suddenly broke, at the last sentence -

"You are the scum who abandoned his wife after becoming successful in his career!"

Yuan Yongcheng raised his hand and slapped him without any hesitation. The extremely loud slap silenced the surrounding noise in an instant.

After a long period of silence, there was the gloating of the people around him who seemed to be trying to persuade him.

This originally grand birthday party was completely ruined.

Yuan Yongcheng's chest was heaving violently, his eyes were bloodshot, and he snorted coldly.

"If I had abandoned your mother, I wouldn't have waited so long to marry."

"Today is your birthday, and I want you to be glorious. You don't understand my good intentions, and I don't blame you, but saying something like this is a bit too disrespectful, isn't it?"

"I didn't want to pursue this, but what on earth have you been doing all this time?"

"Your homeroom teacher called me and told me you skipped class, and you're so proud of yourself? Do you really think you're a genius?"

One rhetorical question after another was so aggressive that it completely pushed Yuan Qing into the spotlight.

"Today is not your birthday, but you are being scolded instead?"

In the silence, a male voice suddenly interrupted, speaking lazily, as if he was not aware of the strange atmosphere around him.

The young man walked up to Yuan Qing despite the gazes of the people around him and put his arm around her shoulders.

"Everyone inside is waiting for you to play cards."

"What are you doing?"

When leaving with his people, Zhu Yanshi forced a fake smile on his face and looked at Yuan Yongcheng.

"Uncle is old, please don't get angry and hurt yourself."

"Today is such a beautiful day, why make it so embarrassing for everyone?"

“It’s him…”

Yuan Yongcheng was caught off guard by the sudden move. His face was still a little dazed and he squeezed out two words.

The young man left with his men, and when he passed by him, he said this in a very nonchalant manner.

"He's the biggest today."

There was still a fake smile on his face, which made people angry.

But it is precisely this logic that makes people feel aggrieved and want to swallow their anger...

Zhu Yanshi took Yuan Qing out of the garden and stopped before entering the corridor of the villa.

He withdrew his hand that was hooked on the other person's shoulder, sighed, turned his head, pinched Yuan Qing's chin with his fingers, and lifted the man's face up.

"My face is red."

"Do you have any medicine at home?"

Yuan Qing didn't say anything, but kept her lips tightly pursed, and her pair of black and white eyes stared at Zhu Yanshi without blinking.

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently up and down, and there was no expression of grievance on her face, and even her eyes were full of stubbornness.

But it made people's hearts soften inexplicably.

The man nodded.

"Upstairs."

After saying that, the two of them walked into the villa shoulder to shoulder and went to the room on the second floor.

The dandies standing in the living room, who had just had a big meal, exchanged glances with each other, and had already conveyed a hundred and eighty messages through their eyes.

It wasn't until the two figures disappeared that someone spoke, with a hint of excitement in their voice.

"I didn't expect that... He looks like a good kid on weekdays, but he still gets beaten by his dad!"

"But I think it's a bit excessive... I've always thought celebrating my birthday was like getting a golden ticket to immunity from death, and that any mistakes I make on that day would be pardoned..."

"I once crashed my dad's Maybach to pieces, and not only did he not beat me up, he even bought me a new one!"

"The key point is, he didn't do anything serious... why should he be beaten?"

"Haven't you heard? His father has a violent tendency..."

"That damn disease..."

No one responded and everyone shut up.

Everyone felt sorry for Yuan Qing's messed-up birthday party, but Zhang Luchen noticed something different.

He has excellent eyesight, and since the commotion just now, he has been leaning against the window to watch.

If you saw correctly, Yuan Qing's facial expression did not change at all after being beaten. In fact, his eyes stared through the crowd at the young man who had just been grabbed by the collar.

After the young man walked through the crowd and spoke for him, a faint smile of success appeared on his drooping face...

When this thought came to his mind, Zhang Luchen was a little scared.

A person who doesn't care about his own face and health, just to trap someone...

His thoughts are extremely deep.

The means are extremely extreme, radical, and even pathological.