Chapter 193 Taking You to See Your Stepmother
Chapter 193 Taking You to See Your Stepmother
Chapter 193 Taking You to See Your Stepmother
The alarm clock woke Zhu Ya up. She opened her eyes and tried to stretch as usual, but found that she couldn't move her hands or feet.
"Oh no, am I paralyzed?"
That was his first reaction.
No! You're fine!
A slightly annoyed voice sounded from above. Zhu Ya looked up and met Zhu Wen's displeased gaze.
"Damn it, there's a random guy in my bed!"
Zhu Ya's first reaction was that he had been tricked and set up!
Zhu Wen reached out and smacked Zhu Ya on the head.
Zhu Wen concluded that he had failed in raising his son; he was an idiot. He wondered if he should raise a younger version of the son while he was still young.
Zhu Ya endured the pain in his head, blinked, and remained stunned for a few minutes before he came to his senses and realized that this strange man was his scumbag father, and that his scumbag father had slept with him yesterday.
Zhu Ya lowered his head, and Zhu Wen held him tightly in his arms, pulling him into a full embrace, with one leg pressing down on his legs.
No wonder he couldn't move his arms and legs; with his thin arms and legs, he was no match for his muscular, scumbag father.
"Old Deng! You're such an animal! You even betray the son you raised!"
Zhu Ya regretted it as soon as he shouted it out; why did he blurt out what was on his mind?
"Get lost! You're ruining my reputation like this behind my back?"
Zhu Wen released Zhu Ya, lifted the covers and got out of bed, rubbing his temples.
"Why would I need to ruin you? What have you done to me?"
"What the hell did you do to me? You practiced your boxing in your sleep, and you were really ruthless. Look at the damage you did to me."
Zhu Wen turned around angrily and leaned closer to show Zhu Ya his masterpiece.
Zhu Ya then noticed that Zhu Wen, who had a handsome face, had a bruise on his forehead that hadn't been there when he came out of the shower yesterday.
Zhu Ya immediately felt guilty. "Um, did I hit him? That can't be!" He didn't remember encountering any monsters in his dream.
"It's just you and me in this room. Do you think I would hit myself and frame you? I'm an idiot, and you're an idiot."
"Hehehe," Zhu Ya laughed awkwardly, her scumbag father wasn't that stupid, "I was asleep, I didn't know."
Zhu Wen glared at Zhu Ya. If he didn't know that the kid didn't do it on purpose, he would have pulled him up and given him a spanking when Zhu Ya kicked him in the head.
"Get up and apply the medicine for me. If it leaves any marks, I'll cut off your skin and give you a skin graft."
"Well, it's not that serious. I'll apply some medicine for you, and it'll be fine in two days. You won't need a skin graft at all."
Zhu Ya felt guilty and inwardly resentful, thinking, "What a spoiled old man!"
He was annoyed, thinking how he, who was usually such a restless sleeper, had gotten into this mess sleeping with Old Deng. This gave Old Deng something to use against him.
With this leverage over him, Old Deng will definitely take advantage of it and might torture him in some way.
What bad luck!
While muttering to herself, Zhu Ya rummaged through the medicine box and applied medicine to Zhu Wen.
In just a short while, Zhu Wen had finished showering and was sitting on the bed drying himself. Zhu Ya lowered his head, having gotten used to being manipulated, and was secretly glad that Lao Deng hadn't washed his hair, otherwise he would have had to blow-dry it for him.
He was hardly a son; he was practically a born servant, working tirelessly without pay and always at someone's beck and call.
Zhu Ya dipped a cotton swab in the ointment and brought it close to Zhu Wen.
"I'll apply the medicine for you."
Zhu Wen raised his head slightly, revealing his forehead. Zhu Ya moved closer awkwardly. The closest he had ever been to his father was last night.
Now, having Zhu Ya apply medicine to a grown man is like a young woman getting married for the first time.
He tried to apply the ointment as gently as possible, and the bruise on his handsome face was indeed a pitiful sight.
Realizing what he was thinking, Zhu Ya shook his head to clear his head of the confusion, feeling sorry for his scumbag father who was unlucky his whole life, and for serving Old Deng who was unlucky for two lifetimes.
"It smells awful!"
Zhu Wen frowned in disgust. The ointment smelled really strong. If it weren't for this kid, he wouldn't have suffered like this.
"Don't move. If you poke my eye, I won't care. I've never slept with anyone."
Zhu Ya held Zhu Wen's face, telling him not to move. If he were to become crippled, Zhu Wen would have even more reason to enslave him.
"What a useless piece of trash, are you done yet?"
"Okay, all done!"
Zhu Ya withdrew her knees from the bed and put away the medicine box. "You'll be fine soon, it won't affect your stunning beauty."
It won't affect your ability to pick up girls.
The last sentence was added by Zhu Ya in his mind. He wondered how his family members, who were all quite devoted to their loved ones, could produce such a prodigal son, and why his grandfather, with his temperament, didn't do anything about it.
"I've had someone bring your food over. Come down and eat!"
"Okay, I understand."
Zhu Ya went to pack up the medicine box, while Zhu Wen opened the closet to change clothes. When Zhu Ya returned, she saw Luo Nan.
Zhu Ya skillfully covered her eyes, and after Zhu Wen finished changing, this shameless scumbag father really didn't shy away from it at all!
Zhu Wen changed his clothes and went downstairs without paying any attention to Zhu Ya.
After taking a shower and changing her clothes, Zhu Ya slowly went downstairs. Knowing Zhu Wen's habits, he should have already left.
Upon seeing the people eating at the table, he asked in confusion.
Why are you still here?
"This is my home, where should I go?"
Zhu Wen asked matter-of-factly while sipping his coffee.
"Don't you live here?"
Zhu Wen owns many properties; he lives here today and there tomorrow.
I usually go to hotels and bars more often than I go home, so shouldn't I be hanging out at a bar right now?
Zhu Ya glanced at his watch; it was two in the afternoon. It seemed a bit early; he should leave soon.
"I've been staying here recently, do you have a problem with that?"
"No."
Ultimately, the house was a gift from Zhu Wen, so it's only natural for the father to live in the son's house, and he can't be kicked out.
Zhu Ya sighed, thinking that he would just consider it as having a more reliable roommate, someone who knew him better than those outside.
Do you have class later?
"have."
Actually, no, he hasn't been in the mood for school lately, so he's been staying at home for a week, and today is the third day.
Zhu Wen's question must be something bad, so he'd better find a reason to refuse.
Zhu Wen glanced at him and continued speaking casually.
"Oh, that's perfect. Come out with me later, and I'll introduce you to your new stepmother."
Zhu Ya clenched his fists, suppressing the accusations that were about to spill from his mouth.
He doesn't want to see any damn stepmother. His father is unknown, his mother is unknown, so where would a damn stepmother come from?
"Why don't you want to go?"
"Um."
Zhu Ya really didn't want to talk, but being forced to respond made her irritability written all over her face, which Zhu Wen seemed oblivious to.
“I still have to go. I’ve met my true love this time, and I plan to spend my life with her. As her son, you should meet her and get to know her.”
Zhu Ya took a big bite of bread, cursing her scumbag father and his ancestors for eighteen generations in her mind.
Anyway, he's no longer the son of a scumbag father, so what does it have to do with Zhu Ya if he's being criticized by Zhu Wen?
"If you keep cursing me in your mind, I'll deal with you."
Zhu Ya lowered his head, ignoring Zhu Wen, and continued to curse him in his heart.
Zhu Wen was helpless. Kids these days are so hard to take care of. His old man doesn't know how to raise children either. The kids he raises are not lively at all and are like punching bags.
After finishing his meal, Zhu Ya went upstairs. Bored, he played with his phone, deciding to silently rebel. He had no intention of seeing any ghostly stepmother.
At 5 p.m., Zhu Wen came in and looked at Zhu Ya, who was lying on the bed watching videos, with his arms crossed.
"They're gone."
"..."
Zhu Yadan couldn't hear, so he just wouldn't go.
Zhu Wen didn't tolerate it at all. He snatched the phone, turned off the screen, stuffed it into his pocket, and then picked Zhu Ya up and carried her out.
"Hey, Old Deng, what are you doing? Let me go!"
Zhu Ya struggled desperately, slapping Zhu Wen repeatedly with her hands and feet. Zhu Wen put Zhu Ya down, and under Zhu Ya's angry glare, he grabbed her arm with one hand and her leg with the other, and picked her up in a princess carry.
Zhu Ya's arms and legs were bound, and with such a disparity in strength, he couldn't break free no matter how hard he struggled.
Zhu Ya's face flushed with anger. "Old Deng, what are you doing? Let me go!"
"We didn't agree to meet your stepmother!"
"I didn't agree!!"
"You didn't object!"
Zhu Wen strode to the car, opened the door, threw the person inside, slammed the door shut, walked around the front of the car, opened the door, and sat in the driver's seat.
Zhu Ya tried to open the door and get out of the car, but Zhu Wen stopped her with one hand, forcing her to sit in the passenger seat and then fastening her seatbelt.
Behave yourself for a moment!
Zhu Ya glared accusingly at Zhu Wen, silently vowing that he would find a coach in the future and practice martial arts diligently so that he could eventually beat Old Deng and make him pin the wall so that Old Deng couldn't be pulled out.
"If you glare at me again, I'll gouge your eyes out. Behave yourself!"
Zhu Ya hugged her shoulders and sulked.
Zhu Wen drove very fast, the car roaring as it sped off. As a rich second-generation, Zhu Ya often raced cars with his friends and never knew what fear was involved.
Sitting in the passenger seat next to Zhu Wen, Zhu Ya grabbed the armrest in terror.
While others drive for fun and seek thrills, Lao Deng drives recklessly, even daring to drive recklessly through the city, nearly hitting the back of the car in front of him many times.
Several times I brushed past the car next to me, getting no more than three centimeters from its rearview mirror.
He could see the terrified look in the driver's eyes and the shape of his mouth swearing.
Fifteen minutes later, Zhu Wen stopped the car, and Zhu Ya quickly opened the car door and threw herself into the flower bed to vomit.
Young Master Zhu, who never gets carsick, successfully got carsick.
"You're really weak. You can't even handle this? I heard from the master that you were quite good at racing cars."
"vomit!……"
Zhu Ya felt dizzy, nauseous, and angry.
Zhu Wen handed him a bottle of water, gesturing for him to take a couple of sips.
Zhu Yameng took two gulps to rinse his mouth. Luckily, he hadn't eaten much in the afternoon, and most of it had been digested; otherwise, it would have been even more uncomfortable to vomit now.
"Let's go!"
Seeing that Zhu Wen had recovered, Zhu Ya reached out and grabbed him by the back of his collar, dragging him away.
Zhu Ya, her legs weak and wobbling, was forced to follow. In her mind, she cursed Zhu Wen again. Old Deng, he's no human being.
Zhu Wen carried the person into the restaurant like a kitten and casually tossed them onto a seat.
"Are you hungry? Order whatever you want, and bring me a bottle of red wine!"
The waiter quickly brought Zhu Wen his drink. Zhu Ya, holding the menu tossed to her, silently flipped through it, looking for what she wanted to eat.
Why not sit in a private room?
If he sat in a private room, he wouldn't be stared at like a monkey, which would be too embarrassing. Besides, the Zhu family is wealthy enough to afford it.
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