Chapter 21 You Might as Well Die Outside
After the wedding ceremony, the banquet began.
Lin Yan was arranged by Xing Yingxue to sit at the same table with her friends, and she didn't know any of them.
During their conversation, Lin Yan learned that Xing Yingxue was the daughter of the Xing family in northern Beijing.
She had heard of the Xing family as she had worked in northern Beijing for many years.
The Xing family's ancestors were in the military, and their fathers were in business. They are one of the most prominent families in both the political and business circles.
Xing’s enterprises have a wide range of interests, including real estate, finance, and film and television.
In northern Beijing, everyone knows the Xing family.
This is not a class that ordinary people can climb to.
At this moment, she seemed to understand Song Yanzheng's choice.
After all, most men are rational.
Maybe Xing Yingxue greeted her friends, everyone at the table raised their glasses and toasted her.
Lin Yan sensed the ill intentions of these people.
But in order not to ruin the wedding atmosphere, she drank one glass after another.
She doesn't like drinking, but she learned to drink when she occasionally accompanied her boss for social events at work.
But I still haven’t developed a good drinking capacity.
As bad as always.
When she felt a little dizzy from drinking, Lin Yan knew it was time to leave.
She staggered to her feet with her bag, but the person next to her held her tightly and wouldn't let her go.
Then, there was another round of malicious drinking...
On the other side, in the private lounge on the third floor, a middle-aged man with a serious face and hidden anger pushed open the door of the room.
Ignoring the woman behind him who tried to stop him, he rushed straight towards Xing Yu who was sitting on the sofa.
When Xing Yu saw the man, he put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up calmly, and called out "Father" meaningfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong slap was swung towards Xing Yu's face.
His face was knocked to the side, but there was no trace of expression on his face.
The woman was frightened by the slap. She pushed the middle-aged man angrily and shouted, "Zhonghua, this is your son! Can you please not hit him as soon as you meet him?"
Xing Zhonghua frowned with a stern look, and there was no sympathy for Xing Yu in his eyes. He started to criticize him as soon as they disagreed.
"Xing Yu, look how many times I called you! Yingxue is getting married, and you're hiding here instead of coming downstairs to attend the wedding? You're the only one missing from the family photo! I had to come up here and invite you in person, didn't I? You're such a big shot!"
"Don't you dislike me showing up? It doesn't matter if I'm not in this family photo." Xing Yu had no expression, but his cold aura was no less than Xing Zhonghua's.
"You bastard!" He raised his hand again, but didn't let it fall. He suppressed his anger and continued.
"Xing Yu, I thought you had changed since you came back this time, but I didn't expect you to still be so self-righteous and conceited!"
Xing Zhonghua raised his finger and tapped Xing Yu's chest, belittling him: "Remember, you have no right to be arrogant! Without the Xing family, you are nothing. If you had just listened to me, you wouldn't be reduced to being a crappy boxing coach in the countryside now!"
Xing Yu sneered, a hint of disdainful smile rising up.
"I'm doing fine, so you don't need to worry about me. If you have the energy, you should pay more attention to Xing Mo, who is lying at home, unable to live or die."
As if it had touched Xing Zhonghua's pain, his lips trembled violently.
The woman saw that something was wrong and quickly winked at him.
"Ayu, stop talking to your dad! He's furious right now. You haven't been home for almost three years. Can't you just sit down and have a good chat with him calmly?"
Xing Yu cast a cold gaze at her: "Feng Lian, Golden Rooster Award winner, is she addicted to acting?"
Feng Lian's expression froze, and he simply added fuel to the fire.
"Ayu, after so many years, I accept that you don't recognize me as your mother. But Zhonghua is your biological father, and Xing Mo is your half-brother. You're really being a bit tactless with your words!"
"You're thirty, not a child anymore! It doesn't matter if you don't like me, but your dad has been in poor health these past few years. You shouldn't be so angry with him when you get back. Don't be so selfish, okay?"
"Don't waste your time talking to this idiot!" Xing Zhonghua angrily took over and pointed at his nose, warning: "Xing Yu, you have to behave yourself when you come back, or don't come back! I'm annoyed just by seeing you!"
Xing Yu: "If you don't like me, you can try to blind yourself."
"you!"
Xing Zhonghua almost couldn't breathe, picked up the water cup on the table next to him and slammed it towards Xing Yu.
The water cup fell to the ground with a clang, and Xing Yu's forehead was injured, with a faint blood-red color.
"Rebellious son." Xing Zhonghua's chest trembled violently, and he gritted his teeth: "You might as well die out there!"
There was a dense burning sensation on his forehead, but he didn't feel any pain.
Maybe it was because he beat me so many times since I was a child, so I didn't care about this little pain.
"Father, I can't die." Xing Yu said in a flat tone, "Xing Mo has become a vegetable. If I die, you will have no descendants."
Xing Zhonghua closed his eyes and felt dizzy with anger.
Feng Lian quickly supported him and patted his back: "Zhonghua, your heart is not in good condition. The doctor said you can't get angry. You have to control your emotions!"
"Ayu, apologize to your father!"
"He's got a tough life." Xing Yu said coldly, "He won't die of anger."
The door was pushed open again, and a white-haired old man in a Zhongshan suit walked in with a cane.
Although there are loose wrinkles on his face, his high nose bridge and powerful eyes cannot hide the charm of his youth.
The old man stood among them, very intimidating.
He glanced at the slap marks on Xing Yu's face and the wound on his forehead, and asked Xing Zhonghua in a voice as loud as a bell: "Did you hit him?"
Xing Zhonghua's arrogance faded a little, and he said helplessly: "Dad, this rebellious son needs to be punished!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Master Xing slapped him in the face.
The force is strong and the sound is crisp.
Xing Zhonghua was stunned. He was beaten by the old man at his age, and what's more, he was beaten in front of Xing Yu, which really made him lose face.
"Dad, why did you hit me?"
Feng Lian also spoke up for him: "Yes, Dad, Zhonghua is just educating his children normally. Even if you favor Ayu, you can't hit Zhonghua!"
Master Xing leaned on his cane and twisted his eyes at her. "If I don't fight him, why would I fight you? It's not your place as a woman to butt in on the affairs of three generations of our family."
Feng Lian didn't dare to respond and lowered his head.
"And you!" Master Xing scolded Xing Zhonghua sternly.
"Like a reckless man, you hit the child at every turn! Haven't you had enough of beating him since he was little? Are you happy if I slap you? You're already in your fifties, and you can't even be a good father. What else can you do besides violence?"
"Dad! I..."
"What do you mean?" Master Xing interrupted. "You're going crazy, like you're possessed by a ghost. A handful of sticky rice can't cure you!"
"Xiaoxue is getting married today. I won't talk to you any more. Just stay aside and reflect on your actions!"
Xing Zhonghua wanted to say something, but Feng Lian tactfully pulled him away.
Mr. Xing joined the army when he was young and was the former commander of the garrison in the Beijing North War Zone.
All dignitaries from all walks of life would show courtesy to him when they met him.
He is the one who makes the decisions in the entire Xing family. No one dares to oppose his words.
You can't afford to offend the old man, but you can afford to avoid him.
Only the grandfather and grandson were left in the room.
Mr. Xing looked at Xing Yu's injured forehead, and a look of distress crossed his stern face.
"Does it hurt?"
"It's not a big deal."
Xing Yu grew up beside him, and he understood better than anyone his tendency to swallow his bitterness since childhood.
Mr. Xing teased him: "You punch so hard, why don't you punch back?"
"I'm afraid of being struck by lightning."
Mr. Xing shook his head and smiled, then sat down on the sofa and began to examine him.
"Tell me, why are you willing to come back to attend Xiaoxue's wedding this time when you usually never go home?"
Xing Yu also sat down: "Be the flower protector."
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