Chapter 134 Refutation
Chapter 135 Refutation
Meng Ting called him by his full name in front of so many people. Old Man Meng, who was sitting on the sofa, finally lost his temper. He overturned the coffee table, pointed at Meng Ting's nose and started cursing.
"You rebellious son, I have raised you for so many years in vain! Now you haven't learned anything else, but you have learned the same stubborn temper as your mother. All the books you studied in these years have been wasted! You hang out with your idiot brothers all day long. Others have been promoted, but you are still wasting time in this insignificant position. You really bring shame to my Meng family!"
Old Master Meng was so angry with Meng Ting that he didn't care who was around. He sat on the sofa and scolded him until his mouth was dry. Seeing that no one was pouring water for him, he pointed at a maid with heavy breathing, "You! Go pour me a glass of water! You are a bunch of tactless people! Can't you see that I am dying of thirst?"
But before the maid could move, Meng Ting strode over, stepping on the broken glass on the ground. His frightening expression finally stopped Mr. Meng from talking. "You, you, what are you going to do?"
The scene of being beaten by this child that year appeared in Grandpa Meng's mind again. He suddenly remembered that his son was a heartless person. He had just been so arrogant in his home. He... wouldn't he attack him again?
"You... I'm telling you, Meng Ting, I'm your father! If you dare to touch me, I'll ruin your reputation!"
But no matter how fierce Mr. Meng's words were, he still got scared when he saw Meng Ting approaching step by step. "Someone, come quickly... What are you going to do?"
Meng Ting stood in front of him, looking coldly at this so-called father, and remained silent for a long time.
When Mr. Meng was about to cry, Meng Ting finally sneered, "Meng Haidong, I acknowledged you as my father back then, and now I can stop you from being my father! If you still want to live out your days happily with your bastard son, don't bother me anymore. Otherwise, don't blame me for accidentally telling you about the priceless jewelry and savings that my mother lost..."
That year, Meng Ting was in junior high school. Her mother died of illness. Her father was with Xiao San at that time. He only returned in a hurry after her mother was buried.
Meng Ting will never forget that this father, who cried so hard at his mother's funeral, laughed out loud after leaving the cemetery gate, and even secretly hid the jewelry when his uncle came to ask for the relics left by his mother...
Thinking of his father's cold-bloodedness, Meng Ting felt that even his blood was disgusting. Not wanting to say another word to him, he picked up his still trembling son and strode up to the second floor. "Leave quickly if you have nothing to do, lest your own son come to my house and make trouble again. Also, don't interfere in my son's affairs in the future!"
Meng Ting disappeared at the stairs holding Zicheng, and the rest of the people immediately scattered, as if they had completely forgotten that there were Old Master Meng and the gold medal tutor in the living room.
Mr. Meng smashed a lot of things in a pretentious manner, and then left angrily.
After everyone left, the servants stuck their heads out and observed for a while, then they breathed a sigh of relief and called their companions to come out and quickly clean the living room, put the spare tables, chairs and tea sets back, and prepared fresh fruits and snacks.
When the housekeeper Mr. Wang saw that everything was ready, he led Fang Qing and Wen Ning from the lounge to the living room to rest. "Mr. Fang and Mr. Wen, I am sorry to have made you two laugh just now. Please take a rest here. I will go upstairs and invite the young master downstairs."
But Wen Ning quickly stopped him, "Wait a moment, old man. I just saw that the child was very scared. Don't disturb them at this time. This is the comic book we prepared. Please give it to Zicheng. Let him have a good rest today. We will come back tomorrow."
The old butler respectfully took the hand-painted album from Fang Qing's hand. Seeing that the two were determined to leave, he had no choice but to call Ah Cheng to send them back.
After Fang Qing and Wen Ning left, the old housekeeper opened the album and saw that the pictures inside were cute, vivid and very interesting. He immediately admired the two of them very much, "I think these two are much better than any lecturer..."
The next day, Fang Qing and Wen Ning came again, but what they didn't expect was that the gold medal teacher from yesterday came again.
Teacher Zhang, wearing black-framed glasses, sat steadily on the sofa, sipping a cup of freshly ground coffee elegantly. When he saw Fang Qing and the other person appear, he slightly raised his eyelids to take a glance at them, then lowered his eyes and continued to taste the delicious food in his hand.
The old housekeeper had no good feelings towards this uninvited teacher, and led Fang Qing and Wen Ning straight to the study room on the second floor. "Please come this way, the young master has been waiting for a long time."
Fang Qing and the other person hurried upstairs and saw that Zicheng had returned to normal. When he opened his book and prepared to teach, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open. Teacher Zhang walked in arrogantly with a folder under her arm and high heels. "Excuse me, I have to start teaching now. Please leave as soon as possible. Thank you."
Fang Qing and the others were confused by her. When the old housekeeper stepped forward to speak, the senior teacher immediately raised his hand to stop him from speaking, "I have to start the class, please be more self-disciplined."
Then he looked at Fang Qing and Wen Ning, a trace of contempt on his solemn face, "You two are still students, so don't show off your little knowledge."
Teacher Zhang's words made everyone present feel very uncomfortable. Fang Qing was irritated by the other party's attitude and stood up to argue, but was pulled back by Wen Ning. He still had a faint smile on his face, but Fang Qing keenly discovered that Wen Ning's eyes were as cold as ice.
"Teacher Zhang, where is this?"
Teacher Zhang adjusted his glasses with a look of disdain on his face, "Humph, this is the Meng family residence, you don't even know this, do you?"
Wen Ning smiled faintly and stood up, continuing to ask questions, "May I ask, who is the host here, and who invited you here?"
Teacher Zhang paused and finally understood what Wen Ning meant.
The flesh on her cheekbones twisted with her disdainful expression, revealing an expression that made people shudder. "Little friend, don't you just want to say that this is Major Meng's residence and his father has no right to interfere? Oh, Mr. Meng found me just to give the next generation a good learning environment. An old man's deep and selfless love and earnest expectations for the younger generation, please ask, do you really have the nerve to refuse?"
Wen Ning finally smiled when he heard this, took a few steps forward, and looked directly into the other person's eyes. Teacher Zhang actually felt a little oppressed at this moment.
"I heard that Mr. Zhang's teaching philosophy is freedom and courage. So, may I ask, you are so disregarding other people's feelings and forcibly entering someone's home. Do you really believe in freedom, or... are you just forcibly promoting your teaching under the guise of freedom?"
(End of this chapter)
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