Back in the Sangjing villa area, Duan Peng drove to the garage and met up with several teenagers.
Butler Zhu had been waiting at the door for a long time, rubbing his hands together, clearly anxious. He wondered how the young master's face was doing.
Upon seeing their young master from afar, Butler Zhu was already in tears. He recalled how he had just returned from that awful place, with deep and long wounds on his back that hadn't fully healed yet, and a scar on his face.
How painful must it have been when he was injured? He didn't even dare to think about the process.
I thought that Master Wen had softened his heart and realized that the boy was his grandson when he asked me to transfer to Haishi. I never expected that he would tie up the young master and throw him into the car and leave the day after we arrived.
Butler Zhu could only watch helplessly, anxious and frustrated, with no way to resolve the situation.
He was just a butler, nothing more than someone who could only clean the young master's room every day and hope he would return safely soon.
The boy approached him and asked, "What are you thinking about, Uncle Zhu? You seem so engrossed."
Butler Zhu wiped his face. "It's nothing. I'm just so happy that you're back, young master."
Duan Peng came over and opened the door, letting the teenagers go in first, while he and Butler Zhu went in last.
Wen Zhengtian was already in the study, leisurely sipping his tea.
Situ Ming pushed open the study door, walked to the desk opposite him, sat down, picked up the tea the old man had poured for him, and drank it all in one gulp.
Wen Zhengtian scoffed, "Like a cow chewing on a peony, you're impetuous and unlikely to amount to anything!"
Situ Ming slammed down the small teacup, leaned back in his chair, and retorted sarcastically, "You've really made something of yourself, tsk tsk, what a pity, you're getting old!"
"You insolent brat, how dare you speak like that!" Wen Zhengqi slammed his cane on the floor with a loud thud.
Situ Ming ignored him and continued to pour himself tea to quench his thirst!
Wen Zhengtian lifted his eyelids and saw that the scars on the boy's face had improved somewhat, but were still quite noticeable.
"The doctor said the scars on my face will take several courses of treatment to heal. We can't rush it. Taking oral medication for a period of time, combined with topical application, can completely remove them," Wen Zhengtian relayed the doctor's words.
This brat took the medicine for half a month and then disappeared. The doctor even called him.
He was so angry that he had a relapse and had to take medicine for several more days.
"Whatever!"
"You bastard, what do you mean 'it doesn't matter'? How can the chairman of the Wen Group have a disfigured face? What would that make him look like?"
Situ Ming also got angry. "You old geezer, you're the one who calls the shots in everything. You said you'd send me to that godforsaken place, so I went to that godforsaken place. Now you think that as the chairman of the Wen Group, you can't have your face disfigured? Where were you then?"
Wen Zhengqi was furious. "You coward! Don't you know how pathetic you were back then? At such a young age, you already knew all that 'cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide' stuff. I don't even need to look; I know what kind of lousy tricks you learned in that wolf's den."
Situ Ming's eyes widened. "You old geezer, are you even being reasonable? How old was I back then?"
Wen Zhengqi roared, "No matter how old you are, that's no excuse for being a coward!"
He finally understood: this bastard was sent down by that unfilial girl specifically to bring him misfortune and to provoke him.
He knows nothing and is incredibly stubborn. He has such a large corporation, yet he insists on causing trouble and making a mess of things.
Thankfully, Duan Peng is a good person; otherwise, I really don't know if this old man could have survived until this bastard came of age.
Situ Ming was so angry that he spun around in circles. That old man was infuriating! Everything was his fault, everything was wrong!
It's such a small thing, yet you keep nagging about it all the time. When will it ever end?
Then Wen Zhengtian looked at Situ Ming, who was pulling a millstone like a donkey, and thought, "I don't believe I can't use this 'handle' against him."
My inexplicable anger subsided by half.
"Duan Peng told you everything, right?" Wen Zhengtian changed the subject. Arguing with this brat about these things would only drive him crazy.
Seeing that the old man had calmed down, he couldn't admit defeat, so he sat down opposite him as if nothing had happened.
Situ Ming poured himself another cup of tea. "I told you, it's just that you broke your promise," he said, then glanced at the old man opposite him. "So you can miscalculate too? Commander, huh? You're a disgrace to the title!"
Every sentence is so scathing it's almost infuriating.
"You, you shut up!" Wen Zhengtian's beard trembled with anger.
Then I quickly comforted myself, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. Let him be so angry that he gets excited. I can't let him have his way."
“There’s a piece of land downstream of the Pujiang River. It was a business deal I did years ago, and someone else lost money to me. I’m giving it back to you now.”
Situ Ming looked up. "Which area? It's not a swamp, is it?"
Wen Zhengtian glared at Situ Ming. "Do you think I'm that stingy? It's near Chenjiatun. Go take a look when you have time."
Situ Ming actually smashed the teacup this time, shocked, "That piece of land with more than 30,000 square meters?"
Although that piece of land is only a little over half the size of the area within the Third Ring Road of Beijing, it will definitely be a prime location once it is developed.
This old man just gave it to him so easily? Is there some kind of explosive device involved?
"Ha, with your level of cunning, what can you possibly accomplish? You've been blown out of shape by such a small matter. Your every thought is practically written all over your face. If you were released, you'd be devoured without a trace!" Wen Zhengtian finished berating Situ Ming and continued drinking his tea.
He added, "But there's one more condition: you're a first-year high school student now, and you'll be going to the UK as an exchange student for a year in the fall. You don't need to hide your abilities."
He originally planned to transfer here and obediently climb the ranks step by step, but who knew that the old man insisted that he skip a grade and go straight to the third year of junior high, saying that having a diploma was enough. What kind of logic is that!
Situ Ming smiled provocatively. He knew the old man would pull this stunt, trying to control his life.
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