As soon as Wen Hangxing and Yan Junqi returned to school, they saw a man with yellow hair leading a group of people walking towards them in a menacing manner.
The yellow-haired man stood in front of them, looking them up and down with a jealous and somewhat arrogant smile, and then revealed the large dragon and tiger totem connected on his arm.
Wen Hangxing and the other two looked at him as if he were a fool. They didn't know what was wrong with this guy. Was he stopping people just to show off his tattoo?
The two of them had no intention of getting entangled with them and took a step to the side, intending to leave. However, their actions clearly angered the yellow-haired man, who tutted his tongue in dissatisfaction and said, "Which one of you is Wen Hangxing? Stand up and let me see you."
Yan Junqi sneered, "How come the taste of our rivals is getting worse and worse these days? They actually hired people like this to block us. Their standards have been getting lower and lower over the years."
Huangmao didn't quite understand the full meaning of his words, but he understood that the person in front of him was questioning their abilities. With bloodshot eyes, he waved behind him and said, "Brothers, come on."
A group of people with colorful hair rushed up and started beating them with weapons.
Did they really think all the fighting skills they'd learned in elementary school were for nothing? The two exchanged glances and charged forward. A few minutes later, amidst a chorus of groans, they slipped through the crowd of prostrate rainbow-haired men as if they were alone, ignoring the yellow-haired man's resentful gaze.
They thought the matter was over, but in the afternoon, the head teacher suddenly asked them to go to the office.
The two then realized that the group of people this morning were not sent by the enemy, but since he could point out Wen Hangxing's name, it meant that he must be related to Wen Hangxing.
The two of them thought of the same thing. When Wen Hangxing received Yan Junqi's gaze, he shrugged in confusion.
Since Lin Yitang went out last time, she has been staying at home for a long time. Although no one in the manor dares to say anything to her, there is one person who can't stand it.
It was evening abroad, and the buildings under the night sky seemed to be swallowed by darkness, and the whole building became dim. Only the top floor was still lit with faint stars of light.
A man, like a tall and straight pine tree, sat on a black office chair, a royal blue suit wrapped around his strong waist. His brows were furrowed on his jade-like, warm and cold face, with the coldness of a superior, and his bony hands were sketching on a document.
It was eleven o'clock in the evening and Wen Zeli was still working overtime when there was a hurried knock on the door.
"Enter."
The secretary suddenly rushed in and said, "Boss Wen, the teacher at the young master's school called and said that the young master got into a fight at school and that his parents need to come to the school."
Wen Zeli continued writing, "Assistant Li is not in the country, let him go there." After waiting for a long time, the person in front of him did not move. Wen Zeli raised his head with a puzzled look.
The secretary looked embarrassed and said tactfully, "Boss Wen, Assistant Li is busy acquiring a small company lately and may not be available. Could you please ask someone from the manor to go over there?"
Secretary Wang had been with Wen Zeli for so many years, but he still couldn't guess his boss's emotions. Seeing him silent at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.
"The lady of the manor?"
Wen Zeli then remembered that he was already married. He put down his pen, frowned, and thought about the information he had asked his secretary to investigate. In the past, he would have rejected this proposal without a second thought, but... Lin Yitong was different now. He was looking forward to her bringing him more surprises.
After the last phone call, Wen Zeli had specifically instructed someone to keep an eye on Lin Yitang's movements. He casually asked, "What is Madam doing recently?"
Secretary Wang reported the wife's life in detail. The more he talked, the more envious he became. She slept until she woke up naturally every day, drank tea, watered the flowers, and even practiced dancing when she had nothing to do. Isn't this kind of lazy life what I yearn for? Why do I still have to work so hard?
Wen Zeli listened, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the thick pile of documents he had. Although he didn't reject work, he felt uncomfortable if the contrast was too obvious. "Go notify her and ask her to go to school."
"Yes." The secretary called the manor as soon as he left the house to inform them of the matter.
"Madam, something happened to the young master at school, and the master called and wants you to go over." The housekeeper stood in front of Lin Yitong, who was lying on the sofa watching TV, without looking away, and ignored her lazy posture.
Lin Yitang was surprised to hear this and asked, "Is the school going to hold a parents' meeting?"
"No, the young master had a conflict with someone at school, and the teacher wants both parents to come over. The master called and asked to go over."
Lin Yitang understood, although she didn't know why that person decided to let a stepmother attend the meeting for her stepson, but since she was a stepmother and was using the Wen family's money, she had to listen to the orders of the big boss.
However, since she was going out, she had to dress nicely. Lin Yitang went upstairs leisurely to change her clothes, without any intention of worrying about her stepson who might be undergoing training.
Wen Hangxing and the other two were standing in the office, facing a group of boys with bruised faces and noses that were hard to identify. The boy in the lead was staring at him viciously, and he suddenly felt very bored.
At this time, a short and fat figure rushed in and stopped beside Meng Fugui, who had a bruised face and nose. He hugged him and started crying loudly.
"Oh my goodness, how could you be beaten like this?" The fat woman stroked her son's injured face with her hands full of gold rings, feeling very distressed.
Meng Yuan pushed her hand away impatiently, but the fat woman didn't care.
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