Chapter 139 Bullying and Education
As soon as Chen Weisheng finished speaking, the security booth fell silent for a moment, as if the air had been frozen by a brief cold snap.
Winter comes early to Jinghai; even though it's still autumn, there's already a chill in the air.
A cold gaze fell upon Chen Weisheng, like a merciless winter wind.
It was only then that Chen Weisheng realized there was another boy inside the security booth.
Mo Xizhi stood there tall and slender, her indifferent gaze fixed on the boy in front of her.
After autumn arrived, he wore a simple black hooded jacket, and the loose jeans made his legs look straight and upright.
Despite her simple attire, she still attracted many men and women who approached her for conversation as she walked along the forest paths of Yenching University.
Chen Weisheng squinted slightly, staring at Mo Xizhi, but felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.
However, at the same time, he felt a secret jealousy. It turned out that the students studying here were all so respectable, and everyone in the factory called him Director Chen. He was just a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
Chen Weisheng suddenly regretted coming here.
Mo Xizhi parted his thin lips slightly, his voice indifferent, his dark hair concealing the emotions in his eyes.
The boy recognized Chen Weisheng, the person who had been with Cong Chun since their student days.
Mo Xizhi was once jealous of him, jealous that he and Cong Chun were classmates, and that their homes were not too far apart. Perhaps Cong Chun even invited him to his home.
Immediately afterwards, he remembered that he had returned the strawberry pot to Cong Chun that day, and took the opportunity to extend an invitation.
However, Cong Chun refused, and Mo Xizhi couldn't help but purse his lower lip, a hint of obvious loneliness flashing in his eyes.
It turns out the other party is going abroad.
Cong Chun is outstanding no matter where he is.
In that dilapidated high school in the town, he shone brightly, and then went on to attend one of the nation's top universities. The boy wasn't overlooked; instead, he became even more outstanding, his demeanor undergoing a transformation without anyone noticing.
He became even more dazzling.
However, now, out of nowhere, an old friend has appeared and even tracked me down to Jinghai City.
How come this persistent ghost is still alive?
How dare he call himself Cong Chun's friend? Does such a person even deserve to be called that?
Mo Xizhi's indifferent gaze fell on Chen Weisheng, and then the boy concealed the gloom in his eyes and gave a formulaic smile.
"I'll take you to him."
His tone was steady, like a finely tuned instrument.
Chen Weisheng responded politely, but he was inwardly resentful. These people knew how to treat people differently based on their status. He would never come here again. The man then followed behind Mo Xizhi.
Chen Weisheng was secretly planning what he would say to Cong Chun when he saw him. Unfortunately, what Chen Weisheng didn't know was that this time he would never be able to walk back to Huaishui Village.
On the other side, in the cramped alley, where power lines and clotheslines crisscrossed in a messy tangle, came a few low, light coughs, tinged with the bitterness of licorice.
Lu Tinglan was wearing a long, dark trench coat, which did not make her look shorter. Although the man's gaze was calm, it was obvious that he was somewhat disgusted in this situation.
This is a truly filthy place.
The once shiny leather shoes were now stained with some dirt. Lu Tinglan and his subordinate exchanged a glance. The subordinate bowed, not daring to look him in the eye, and said in a very respectful tone.
"This is it."
Lu Tinglan lowered her eyes, the overly long raven feathers casting a shadow beneath them, while the boy gently wiped away the slight dust from the surface of his watch with his fingertips.
In fact, it was spotless.
He chuckled softly, his tone rising slightly.
Now that the time has come, the other party should have returned by now.
A group of people suddenly barged into the cramped living room. The leader was a man with an extraordinary demeanor and refined features. Yi Longtian suddenly raised his voice and showed fear on his face.
Who are you people?
"Why did you suddenly barge into my house? Get out right now, or I'm calling the police."
Lu Tinglan looked at him calmly.
"Are you satisfied with how much money you've spent on Yi Yun as her underling?"
Yi Longtian's eyes widened, a hint of panic in them. How could the other party know... when his family had kept it a secret so well?
"What...what nonsense are you talking about?"
"Get out of my house right now."
Yi Longtian gritted his teeth, glaring at the man in front of him with resentment, and then spat out a few words through his teeth.
"none of your business."
"Get the hell out of here."
Lu Tinglan chuckled softly, his cold gaze fixed on the man in front of him who refused to admit it. His face was contorted and ugly, as if he had expected this all along.
"Have the Lu family been happy with how much money they've spent over the years?"
The entire Yi family leeches off Yi Yun. In the eyes of relatives and friends, the elderly couple of the Yi family suddenly made a fortune more than ten years ago, supposedly by winning the lottery.
Suddenly, several of the older sisters in the Yi family went to the county and bought a house, all of them three-bedroom apartments or more, and their children also went to study in the county.
For a time, it made others envious.
As the only male in their family, Yi Longtian had originally been looking at a house in the city.
However, Yi Long was ambitious and insisted on coming to the capital to make his mark.
There was no innocent person in the entire Yi family. They took Yi Yun's compensation money but ignored Yi Yun's only child.
Even the worst children in the Yi family attend school in the county. When the women get married, they wear gold jewelry, indicating that their maternal family is very wealthy.
Take Yi Tianci, for example. Countless tutoring fees have been invested in him, and he wears designer shoes that cost thousands of yuan a pair. I'm afraid many locals in Jinghai wouldn't be willing to buy such expensive shoes for their own children.
When Yi Longtian was short of money, he would ask his father for it. Years ago, when he got married, he lied to Liu Hong that his family was in business and had a lot of money.
Otherwise, how could Liu Hong have married a poor man from a small town who had neither a car nor a house?
All of this was simply because Yi Yun was their adopted daughter, with outstanding looks and a clever mind, and the older she got, the more out of place she became with the Yi family.
The woman had never had a good life. In the Yi family, she was treated like a maid. The only good days she had were after marrying into the Cong family.
Lu Tinglan knew all about these things some time ago.
For some reason, he learned about things that originally had nothing to do with him.
Lu Tinglan, however, felt a rare pity.
Lu Tinglan gave instructions to his subordinates.
Yi Longtian was bound hand and foot to a chair, tied to it with hemp rope in a humiliating manner.
Then the man turned his back and casually uttered a sentence, as if it were the whisper of a demon.
"Take a stick and shove it in."
"Let him have some fun."
No one expected that such vulgar words could come from the mouth of this elegant man.
Behind her came the incessant screams of a man, but Lu Tinglan felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
Lu Tinglan never cared about the so-called benefactor's son.
The Lu family had already paid enough compensation; he was too young to remember anything at the time.
Lu Tinglan was too lazy to keep track of things.
He couldn't even remember what the woman who donated his heart looked like, let alone thank her family.
His parents could take care of these things; the Lu family had already given ten times the compensation, so they weren't being treated unfairly.
That's enough to ensure that countless members of the Yi or Cong families have no worries about food and clothing.
He didn't care who ended up with the money or who spent it.
Unfortunately, he took a fancy to the woman's son.
Lu Tinglan felt her heartbeat growing stronger and stronger, almost bursting out of her chest.
The man suddenly laughed foolishly.
He is Cong Chun's "mother," and Cong Chun was born to love him.
Moreover, only Lu Tinglan can bully and discipline his people.
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