Chapter 108: Chapter 107: I, Yue the Seventh, Am Not to Be ssed With
The sound of his son’s miserable sobs coming through the phone startled Yue the Seventh. His expression instantly darkened as he anxiously asked:
"How bad is it? Where are you hurt? Who hit you? Put them on the phone! I want to talk to them!"
’My precious son... I can’t even bring myself to scold him, and today soone actually beat him up? This is outrageous!’
Hearing his father’s voice, Yue Jin, still lying on the ground, imdiately felt his confidence surge. Hissing from the pain, he shouted arrogantly at the young man watching him with cold indifference, "Hey! It’s my dad. You dare take this call?!"
Fang Chenyi looked at the young man, who was clearly acting like a child, and shook his head with a disdainful, wry smile. ’Getting into an argunt with a little brat who has to call daddy for help is really beneath ,’ he thought.
He took a step forward, grabbed the phone, and said in a cold voice, "Speak."
Yue the Seventh, on the other end of the line, was stunned. ’How long has it been since anyone dared to use that tone with ?’ he thought.
But rembering that his son was still at the rcy of this person, Yue the Seventh swallowed his anger, composed himself, and spoke:
"I am Yue the Seventh, the chairman of Yuejian Company. Yue Jin is my son. Whatever this is about, I’m asking you to do
a favor and not harm him any further. We can discuss everything once I arrive!"
Hearing the man introduce himself with that slightly threatening tone, Fang Chenyi’s lips curled into a smirk.
This Yue the Seventh might have a big na in town, but Fang Chenyi couldn’t care less, especially after hearing the man identify himself as the chairman of Yuejian Company. That just made things more interesting.
’If I rember correctly,’ he mused, ’the system just rewarded
with one hundred percent of Yuejian Company’s shares. Judging by this guy’s tone, he obviously hasn’t heard the news.’
"Purpose? Heh. It seems you really have no damn clue what kind of person your son is. Good, you’re coming over. I’d like to ask you a few things about how you raised him. Fine, you have half an hour to get here. If you’re late, don’t bother coming at all!"
Without waiting for a reply, he tossed the phone back to Yue Jin, who was still on the ground clutching his hand.
Yue Jin caught the phone and began whispering to his father.
Seeing this, his father glared at him. ’You brat, what the hell are you doing! Aren’t you going to take him to the hospital?!’
He had clearly overheard the phone call. The person his son had just beaten was Yue the Seventh’s son! And who was Yue the Seventh? He was a man who could do as he pleased in this town, not just rich but rumored to have powerful connections. And now, his own son had beaten up *that* man’s son? This was a disaster!
Of course, in his father’s mind, even though his son had made so money, he was in a completely different league from Yue the Seventh.
"Heh, it’s fine, Dad. I knew what I was doing. Why don’t you and Xiaojin go buy so groceries? I’ll handle things here. Besides, with so many people watching, it’s not good for a girl like Xiaojin to be seen here. It could affect her at school."
When his father looked like he was about to say more, Fang Chenyi gave him a confident look. At this, Father Fang opened his mouth, but then closed it and finally nodded. After all, his son had a point.
"All right, then. Just... don’t hit anyone else, okay? We’ll just have to pay for his dical bills."
With that, he led his sowhat frightened daughter back to the car. He glanced over one last ti, and after seeing Fang Chenyi nod, he finally drove away with his daughter.
anwhile, when Yue Jin, still on the ground, realized that the middle-aged man driving the Lamborghini was his attacker’s father, his heart skipped a beat. At the sa ti, he cursed Xiaoyu and her entire family line.
’Didn’t that bitch Xiaoyu say Fang Jinjin’s family wasn’t rich? Motherfucker! Her dad drives a Lamborghini worth almost ten million, and she calls that ’not rich’?! Goddammit, their family must be worth tens of millions!’
’Thinking back on what Fang Jinjin’s dad was wearing and how he looked, it was really hard to connect him to a Lamborghini. But still, have I never heard the saying ’don’t judge a book by its cover’?’
Then again, so what if Fang Jinjin’s family was rich? ’Could they possibly be a bigger deal than my family?’ he scoffed.
Fang Chenyi glanced at Yue Jin and his companion but didn’t bother with them. Instead, he turned, leaned against Yue Jin’s white Audi A4, pulled out his phone, and started reading a novel.
Nearly ten minutes later, the roar of a car engine echoed from the distance.
Yue Jin, who was sitting on the ground and breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain, quickly looked up at the sound. When he saw that it was a rcedes S-Class, he excitedly waved his uninjured arm and shouted:
"Dad! Dad! I’m over here! Over here!"
SCREECH—
With a sharp screech of tires, the black rcedes S-Class pulled up right beside Yue Jin’s white Audi A4, coincidentally stopping in the exact sa spot where Father Fang’s Lamborghini had been parked just monts before.
The front passenger door opened, and a young man in a sharp suit quickly got out and jogged to the rear to open the door. But perhaps because he was in too much of a hurry, Yue the Seventh didn’t wait for him, pushing the door open and stepping out himself.
The mont he got out, he saw his son sitting on the ground, clutching his hand with a pitiful look on his face. He rushed over, squatted down, and gently cradled his son’s hand, his voice full of heartache as he asked:
"Son, you hurt your hand? Quick, we need to get you to the hospital!"
But when his father grabbed his hand, it touched the injury, and Yue Jin grimaced, baring his teeth in pain.
"AHH! Dad, are you blind?! Can’t you see the state my hand is in?! Why are you grabbing it?! There! He’s the one who hit ! You have to get revenge for !"
After yelling at his father, he viciously pointed a finger at Fang Chenyi, who was leaning against the Audi and watching their little performance with a smirk.
Yue the Seventh, a man who was typically stern and unsmiling with his subordinates, was berated by his own son, yet he imdiately began to apologize profusely.
"Oh, oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t an to. Let
see... Hiss— How did it get this swollen?! Ma, quickly, get my son to the hospital!"
However, hearing Yue the Seventh’s words, Yue Jin shook his head firmly and said viciously:
"No! I’m not going to the hospital! I’m going to wait until you’ve taken care of that bastard! I can’t let this go until then!"
Hearing this, Yue the Seventh was taken aback for a mont. Then, as if realizing sothing, he reached out and patted his son’s shoulder.
"Don’t you worry, son. No one gets to bully the son of Yue the Seventh and get away with it!"
[To be continued...]
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