Chapter 132: To uncover a secret, he impersonates Lin Cheng.
"Young Master Ting..." The homeroom teacher was stunned: "When did I offend Young Master Ting? What kind of status does Young Master Ting have? I wouldn't dare to offend him even if you gave me ten lives!"
They're so stupid they don't even realize it; they deserve to end up like this.
Principal Zhao shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to her, and squatted down to say to Murong Chen with a kind expression, "Xiao Chen, there's nothing for you here. You should go back to class quickly. Please give my regards to Uncle Zhao and Young Master Ting."
Murong Chen's earlier grievances vanished instantly. He silently gave his father, the King of Hell, a thumbs-up in his heart and happily said, "Okay, Uncle Zhao."
He took a few steps, about to run out, when his homeroom teacher grabbed his arm and asked incredulously, "You... your father is really Murong Ting?"
Murong Chen looked up coldly: "Idiot, how many people in the whole of Jiangcheng are surnamed Murong? Don't you know who my father is and why you're calling him?"
The homeroom teacher collapsed to the ground with a thud.
She now understood what the other person meant by their last sentence.
It turns out he didn't mean to take the child away, but to kick her out!
Her hands and feet were ice cold, and she couldn't come to her senses for a while.
After a moment, she gritted her teeth and pleaded, "Principal, I really didn't know this kid... Young Master is Young Master Ting's child! Please help me plead with Young Master Ting. I still have a mortgage to pay, and I can't lose this job!"
Principal Zhao moved his leg away: "What's the use of begging me? You brought this on yourself. If you want to teach people, you must first cultivate their moral character!"
Seeing that the principal remained unmoved, the homeroom teacher took a deep breath, quickly crawled back to Murong Chen, and forced a smile: "Xiao Chen, I was just joking with you, I didn't mean to yell at you. Can you forgive me?"
Murong Chen immediately rolled his eyes: "I can't. I have to go back to class, never to see you again."
After saying that, she skipped and hopped away.
Immediately afterwards, Principal Zhao sighed and followed him out.
The homeroom teacher slumped to the ground, thinking to himself, "It's all over, everything is over."
Having offended Murong Ting, she knew she wouldn't be able to stay in Jiangcheng any longer.
Her life is over; no school will want her anymore.
...
The afternoon classes passed quickly.
Murong Chen rushed out of the campus and immediately spotted his own car.
The person sitting in the car was naturally Murong Ting.
However, at this moment, Murong Ting was wearing the same clothes as Lin Cheng. If Lin Cheng had any advantages, it was that he could eat a lot and grow tall, with a height that was almost the same as Murong Ting's.
Murong Ting copied Lin Cheng's hairstyle and got a flamboyant fringe that covered most of his eyebrows and eyes.
With a mask on, it's easy to mistake the real thing for the real thing at a glance.
Murong Chen was still immersed in the dramatic twists and turns of the day and didn't look closely at the driver's seat. After getting into the back seat, he casually asked, "Uncle Lin Cheng, didn't you say that my daddy wouldn't let you pick me up from school?"
Murong Ting: "..."
You really can't trust Lin Cheng's words.
He tried to keep his voice down as he explained, "Oh, your dad's busy, so I came again."
"What's wrong with your throat?" Murong Chen asked.
"cold."
"Oh." Murong Chen sighed, "That's true. You carried all those ice blocks to the roof yourself yesterday. It must have been hard work for you."
He turned his head and said, "But don't worry, once Daddy and Mommy make up, I'll definitely help you get a first-class merit!"
Murong Ting sneered inwardly.
That bastard Lin Cheng dared to pretend to faint? Turns out he was the one who threw the ice down.
He was awarded a first-class merit, but now it seems that even exiling him to Africa would be too lenient!
Murong Chen was completely unaware that she had been sold out by Lin Cheng in an instant. She swung her little feet and chattered, unable to resist complaining, "Uncle Lin Cheng, I have something happy to tell you. This afternoon, our bad homeroom teacher was slapped in the face by Daddy. I won't have to be bullied by her anymore. Humph, she even tried to use her gentle approach to corrupt me. It was disgusting."
In the driver's seat, Murong Ting frowned: "Did she make things difficult for you again later?"
"No, thank goodness I ran fast, otherwise her snot would have covered me." Murong Chen patted his chest with lingering fear.
Then, thinking about the matter of locking up his father yesterday, he asked a little nervously, "By the way, Uncle Lin Cheng, you said today that Daddy has placed you under martial law. Do you think Daddy will treat me the same way when I go back?"
Ha, you brat, are you scared now?
Thinking about how his son had been wronged at kindergarten these past few days, but he had never told him, Murong Ting felt a pang of heartache and comforted him in a low voice, "Don't worry, your daddy's anger has subsided, he won't scold you."
"Huh?" A hint of disappointment flashed across Murong Chen's eyes: "I thought Daddy would also impose martial law on me and not let me go out, so I wouldn't have to go to school. How come Daddy's good temper habit just disappeared like that?"
Murong Ting: "???"
Don't be angry, don't be angry. If you're angry, leave room for your unfilial son.
He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surge of blood rushing to his head.
With his hands on the steering wheel, remembering the purpose of changing clothes today, he decided to go straight to the point and try to trick him.
"Xiao Chen... Young Master, there's something I need to tell you. I already know your secret."
Murong Chen was slightly taken aback, then turned his head in bewilderment: "Why bring this up all of a sudden? You already knew our secret, didn't you? We're still on the same side."
Murong Ting paused, his face remaining calm, but his heart was in turmoil.
This brat and Lin Cheng are definitely hiding something from him!
It's probably also related to Kong Wange.
He calmed himself down and continued to feign difficulty: "I know, but what should I say if your father asks?"
Murong Chen became wary: "Didn't you manage to fool Daddy? Uncle Lin Cheng, what do you mean by saying this now? You're not thinking of betraying us, are you? Let me tell you, you absolutely mustn't be as scummy and untrustworthy as Daddy, or you'll end up like him, unable to even get a wife."
He thought for a moment but was still worried, so he continued to comfort and tempt him, "Uncle Lin Cheng, did Daddy threaten you? If he did, you have to hold on. If you hold on long enough, once I become the CEO, what don't you want?"
Murong Ting: "..."
This brat is only five years old, yet he's already preparing to usurp power all the time!
He coughed lightly: "Your dad is young and strong. By the time you become the president, Lin Cheng will be retired."
He inadvertently revealed his tone, but unfortunately Murong Chen did not notice anything amiss.
Instead, she opened her mouth in surprise and said, "Uncle Lin Cheng, you're overthinking it. Daddy is already financially independent. He can enjoy life at forty. Can you do that?"
"Sigh, you are destined to become a veteran of three dynasties in our Murong family. Don't be so short-sighted!"
Murong Ting: "..."
He should have let Murong Chen deal with Lin Cheng; his son is much better at talking back.
Murong Chen became increasingly upset as he spoke, and suddenly sighed, "Sigh, the more I think about my good-for-nothing father, the angrier I get. Uncle Lin Cheng, how about we don't go home today and go find Mommy instead?"
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