Chapter 122 The Scumbag Father Wants to Become a Monk (8)
"Brother Changqing, you went too far last time. You just drove off and left the two of us girls on the road. That's not gentlemanly at all."
A new Han's Hot Pot restaurant opened, and Yang Shuran texted Changqing to ask him to treat her to a meal in return. However, during the meal, she started complaining about what happened last time. Next to her, Sun Xiaoqin was also looking at Changqing with the eyes of someone looking at a scumbag. The two women were obviously a little dissatisfied.
"Oh, isn't Zhao Gong Xiaoqin's boyfriend? Didn't he give you a ride?"
Changqing smiled innocently.
Yang Shuran was speechless.
"Didn't you see them arguing behind them?"
Changqing: "It's just that the young couple is arguing, so I shouldn't interfere."
"What couple? Zhao Gong is a big liar. If he hadn't been so persistent, Xiao Qin would have broken up with him long ago."
Mentioning this, Yang Shuran felt as if she had been deceived, and her face turned red with anger.
Sun Xiaoqin lowered her head, looking like she had been wronged.
"Yeah?"
Changqing showed interest, and then listened as Yang Shuran recounted the whole story in a rambling manner.
It turns out that after their big argument at the intersection last time, Sun Xiaoqin proposed breaking up, but Yang Gong refused to agree and even caused a scene at Sun Xiaoqin's workplace.
Sun Xiaoqin is a kindergarten teacher and is afraid of being affected, so she has endured it for the time being.
"Changqing, tell me, isn't this infuriating? What kind of man is that?"
Yang Shuran felt indignant on behalf of her best friend.
Changqing nodded, "Yes, that was indeed excessive." He even scolded Zhao Gong to show that he was on their side.
This made the two women seem to find common ground with him, and they were indignant together for a long time.
When they were almost finished eating, Yang Shuran asked for his help.
"Xiaoqin really wants to get rid of Zhao Gong, but he's persistent and clingy, like a fly. Changqing, why don't you help her out by pretending to be Xiaoqin's boyfriend and teaching Zhao Gong a lesson when he harasses her!"
Her tone was seemingly casual, but Changqing immediately became alert.
So that's what they were waiting for him to do.
Pretending to be a boyfriend? He wasn't interested. In the story, Sun Xiaoqin married Zhao Gong, took over his house, and was quite happy living there. Of course, she was smart and never stood out, but that didn't mean Changqing liked that kind of person.
He immediately shook his head.
"This won't do. What kind of nonsense is this, pretending to be your boyfriend? You can't help like this."
Seeing that both of their expressions had changed, Yang Shuran was furious.
"Hey, Xiaoqin is such a beautiful girl, are you really going to let your talent go to waste?"
He sighed again.
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant at all. But matters of the heart are complicated. It's best for two people to handle things together. Only when they've handled things well can they start over. Don't you agree?"
Changqing brings up a universally known principle; who can say he's wrong?
Although the two women were somewhat displeased, they didn't say anything. They fell silent afterward, not as talkative as before, and the atmosphere became a bit cold.
Changqing didn't care.
After paying the bill, he even asked, quite gentlemanly, "Would you like me to give you a ride?"
If he hadn't asked, the two of them would have naturally gone to the parking lot, since he was the one who picked them up when they arrived. But now that they were in a bad mood, his question only made them angrier.
"We'll take a taxi back ourselves."
Yang Shuran snorted and turned her head away.
Sun Xiaoqin opened her mouth as if to say something, but her best friend pulled her back and she didn't say anything.
Evergreen is of course irrelevant.
"Okay, it's more convenient to take a taxi. I'll be going now."
Without hesitation, he turned and left with great style, much to the annoyance of Yang Shuran, who remained standing there, who stomped her feet in frustration.
"That straight man! No wonder he can't find a girlfriend!"
"Xiaoqin, let's go, ignore him."
The two went outside to flag down a car. Changqing came out of the garage, waved goodbye with a smile, and then drove off.
He didn't care about the other person's unpleasant expression and went home humming a little tune.
"Host, you have been sued, and the court has accepted the case."
The system sent a message.
Changqing opened the door and changed his shoes.
"This is good news. I'm looking forward to responding to the lawsuit."
The lawsuit will eventually lead to a paternity test, and a paternity test is easy to do. The system can modify the data in a minute. He vaguely remembered doing it this way in a previous world.
"Is Song Jianguo still living at his aunt's house?" He sat down on the sofa and asked again.
He smiled after receiving an affirmative answer.
This is going to be quite a spectacle.
Courts are very slow in handling cases; it's not like you can accept a case today and process it tomorrow. The procedures are complicated, and it's rare for a case to be completed in six months. If there are many cases, there may even be delays.
Song Jianguo is not someone who is easy to deal with.
Thinking back to the story, when the original owner took Song Jianguo into his home, he was very troublesome. Not only did he set up a Buddhist shrine at home and kneel and worship every day, but he also had gatherings with Buddhist friends. Not to mention his poor hygiene habits, he didn't flush after using the toilet, only took a bath once every two weeks, and acted arrogantly because of his age. He also did a lot of strange things.
"Drinking alcohol and eating meat are both fine; it's true that alcohol and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart."
After the stroke, things got even more complicated. He was paralyzed and bedridden, needing someone to take care of him. He cursed and beat people every day, blaming the original owner for not believing in Buddhism, which is why he was punished by Buddha and got sick.
I reckon my aunt's family will start getting annoyed in less than a month.
Changqing chuckled inwardly.
In fact, things were already in complete chaos at my aunt's house after only two weeks.
"Jianguo, I've told you so many times, you have to flush the toilet after you use it, why don't you take it to heart!"
The eldest aunt came out of the guest bathroom, complaining as she walked towards Song Jianguo's room.
She already looked very impatient.
In just a few days, Song Jianguo has already shown his true colors. He doesn't shower often and smells bad. Now, Zhao Gong and his sister no longer eat at the dining table, but instead take their food to their room to eat.
The aunt was helpless.
Rice grains falling into the room can easily attract crawling insects, but at the same time she understands the children, since her own younger brother sits at the dining table smelling of rice.
Especially the matter of forgetting to flush the toilet after using it. The children complained several times, and she felt disgusted as well. She reminded Song Jianguo several times, but it still happened.
"Nation-building!"
She pushed open the door, about to say something, but was suddenly startled and took two steps back.
"What are you doing?"
The other people in the living room rushed over, glanced into the room, and were all stunned.
On the desk was a Buddhist shrine with two or three Buddha statues of different styles. Song Jianguo had changed into monk's robes and was kneeling in front of it, holding several incense sticks in his hand, the smoke swirling around them, already lit.
"Shh! Don't disturb the Bodhisattva!"
Hearing the noise outside, he turned around and made a shushing gesture.
The aunt's family was stunned.
What the hell are you doing? Praying to Buddha at home? Are you kidding me?!
The eldest aunt and uncle felt a chill in their hearts, but Zhao Gong was the first to lose his temper. He rushed forward and slapped the Buddhist shrine to the ground.
"This is my room! What are you worshipping here? Go to a temple, go to your son's house!"
He roared loudly, his face red and his neck bulging.
Clang!
A Buddha statue, made of an unknown material, rolled onto the ground, making a crisp sound.
Song Jianguo quickly picked up the Buddha statue, carefully wiped it, and kept chanting Amitabha.
"My apologies, my apologies."
"You, you—"
Zhao Gong was so angry that he was about to hit her again, but his aunt quickly stepped forward and pulled her son back.
A few minutes later.
Both the host and guests were seated in the living room.
Song Jianguo looked serious.
"Nephew, do you know what kind of behavior you've done? Offending the Bodhisattva will bring divine retribution, do you know that?"
"Fuck you!" Zhao Gongteng stood up abruptly.
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