Rong Yan entered the room and handed the shopping bag to the nanny.
The nanny carried things upstairs, while the man claiming to be her uncle kept his head down and stared at her the whole way.
When Rong Yan walked over, he pouted and said with dissatisfaction, "I told you, when you went out shopping, you didn't even bring anything back for your uncle. I never taught you to be so disrespectful to your elders."
Rong Yan remained expressionless, his eyes icy: "We signed a contract, and your life or death is none of my business anymore. Now you're disturbing my life again. Do you really think I can't deal with you?"
Upon hearing this, the man glanced away, refusing to look at him. Of course, he wasn't intimidated by Rong Yan, displaying an attitude of "what can you do to me?"
"What, are you trying to kill me? I'm your biological uncle, after all, and I raised you for so many years. Even if you take me to court, I'm not afraid of you."
He was always like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water, like a dodder vine clinging to Rong Yan, this big tree, absorbing nutrients, and even at the moment of his death, he wouldn't let go.
Rong Yan couldn't do anything about him before, so he could only indulge him time and time again.
He had no living expenses and ate dried radish and steamed buns every day. He also had to do odd jobs to send his wages back to him.
But that was all in the past.
From the moment he incurred millions in gambling debts and sold himself to the Qu family, Rong Yan no longer owed this man anything.
Whether it's a bond of upbringing or a blood relationship.
Human hearts are made of flesh and blood. After repeatedly going to extremes, Rong Yan finally convinced himself to stop clinging to this ridiculous family affection.
He didn't bother to talk to the man anymore, so he took out his phone and asked the police to take the man away on the grounds of trespassing.
The man was caught off guard and panicked. He jumped up from the sofa and grabbed Rong Yan's collar with a ferocious expression.
"You ungrateful little beast! I raised you with all my might, and now that you've made something of yourself, you just kick me to the curb? You wish!"
Rong Yan took a half step back, and the man missed his target, but he became even more relentless, picking up a fruit knife from the coffee table and viciously swinging it at Rong Yan.
Qu Tu raised her foot and kicked the man onto the coffee table, shattering the vase and tableware on it.
Qu Tu's kick left no room for retreat.
He looks lean, but he actually has quite a bit of muscle.
Rong Yan's uncle was as thin as a monkey, with a sallow complexion, looking like a consumptive, and couldn't withstand that kick at all.
The man could be subdued by the security guards employed by the Qu family without the need for the police.
Previously, Qu Tu did not know the man's identity and could not easily dismiss him. Given Rong Yan's attitude, Qu Tu knew all too well how to deal with the man.
Because the call was made in a well-known affluent area of the city, the police arrived quickly, responding within ten minutes.
After understanding the situation, without asking any further questions or trying to reconcile them, she took the man away without saying a word.
Before leaving, the man continued to hurl insults, calling Rong Yan a little beast and a heartless bastard.
After he left, Rong Yan met Qu Tu's probing gaze and pinched the bridge of his nose: "You don't want to hear me talk about him."
Qu Tu said, "I want to know about your past."
There's not much to say, it was just a sad childhood.
Rong Yan's parents died when he was very young. His father had few sisters, and his relatives were mostly elderly people.
The responsibility of raising Rong Yan could only fall on his uncle, who was very willing to raise him.
As a child, Rong Yan was exceptionally beautiful, possessing a kind of androgynous beauty.
When his parents were still alive, he would occasionally take on advertising and magazine shoots, and little Rong Yan earned more money than his parents' salaries.
My uncle is a useless man. He doesn't study properly and only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun.
While his peers were all getting married and having children, he was the only one who idled away his days, wasting his time and waiting to die.
For him, Rong Yan was a tool for making money.
In the first two years after adopting Rong Yan, he treated Rong Yan quite well, but as the child grew up, he lost the delicate innocence of childhood.
Once child models grow up, the market disappears, and the older they get, the less popular they become.
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