When Shen Zui met Xiao Li, his entire being radiated vitality, with an irrepressible joy shining in his eyes and brows.
In contrast, Xiao Li, sporting heavy dark circles under his eyes, looked utterly exhausted as he stared at him.
“Boss Shen, are we really going to the company? Shouldn’t we visit President Su at the hospital first?”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want Shen Zui to go to the company, but whenever Shen Zui showed up, there was a ninety percent chance he’d stir up some trouble.
After all, because Shen Zui had beaten up Su Ran, the company had just lost a major bid. Clearly, President Su already held a grudge, and the Su Group would likely cause them more trouble in the future.
Over the past six months, Shen Zui had already made enough enemies, and now there was one more.
Xiao Li’s face was ashen, as if he could already see the words “mid-life unemployment” waving enthusiastically at him.
“Just handle Su Ran’s situation as you see fit,” Shen Zui leaned back in the rear seat, his tone lazy. “I haven’t even settled the score with him yet, and you want me to visit him?”
Xiao Li glanced suspiciously at Shen Zui through the rearview mirror.
“Boss Shen, aren’t you perfectly fine now?”
As for Su Ran, he had really been beaten badly. When Xiao Li arrived at the scene and saw all the blood on the floor, he almost thought Shen Zui had beaten the man to death in a fit of rage.
After all, before Boss Shen’s brain was damaged by the horse kick, his temper was notoriously explosive, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to resort to violence over the slightest disagreement.
Hearing this, Shen Zui immediately became displeased: “I’m not fine at all! You have no idea what Su Ran did yesterday—”
Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly stopped.
“Forget it,” Shen Zui waved his hand dismissively. “Just know that he offended me first, and that’s why I hit him. If anyone should apologize, it’s him.”
Xiao Li: “…”
After a moment of silence, Xiao Li suddenly remembered what Jiang Songyue had said earlier and tentatively asked, “By the way, Boss Shen, how did you run into President Jiang yesterday?”
Shen Zui immediately narrowed his eyes warily: “Why are you so talkative today? Just focus on driving.”
“Got it.”
Xiao Li immediately shut his mouth.
Shen Zui, however, frowned in the back seat, thinking that Xiao Li today was acting just like Jiang Songyue, asking all sorts of questions.
The car drove smoothly along.
Bored, Shen Zui suddenly remembered something and took out his phone to send a message to the Fox Male Model.
[Shen Zui: Are you there? Want to log in and play?]
The other side replied quickly.
[Fox Male Model: Sorry, I’m not in a good mood today. I don’t feel like playing.]
Shen Zui raised an eyebrow.
[Shen Zui: What’s wrong? Did that scumbag husband of yours hit you again? Why don’t you just tell me who he is? I’ll help you get even.]
[Fox Male Model: No, it’s that some guy is deliberately trying to seduce my husband. I’m scared. I don’t want my husband to be taken away.]
Staring at the screen, Shen Zui couldn’t help but curse inwardly. What kind of ultimate love-struck Omega was this? That scumbag had already cheated, and he still loved him?
Only, Shen Zui himself didn’t realize where the inexplicable anger in his chest was coming from.
His fingers flew across the screen, his tone tinged with a hint of bitterness.
[Shen Zui: He’s treated you like this, and you still won’t divorce him? He’s just a scumbag Alpha. What’s so great about him?]
After sending it, he felt his tone was too harsh and quickly added another message.
[Shen Zui: Ahem, even though we haven’t known each other long, I think you’re a pretty good person. And with someone like you—capable and with a great figure—what Omega like you would be afraid of not finding someone better?]
After sending the message, there was no reply from the other side for a long time.
Shen Zui stared at his phone for a while, his brow gradually furrowing. How could this person disappear again mid-conversation?
Just then, Xiao Li suddenly slammed on the brakes.
The car came to an abrupt halt, and Shen Zui lurched forward. Already in a bad mood, he grew even more irritated.
“How are you driving?”
“Sorry, sorry, Mr. Shen,” Xiao Li quickly explained. “It looks like something happened up ahead, so I had to stop.”
Hearing this, Shen Zui leaned forward to look and immediately grew a bit curious.
“I’m going down to take a look.”
Xiao Li: “…”
No need to guess—Mr. Shen was probably going down to watch the commotion.
If you asked him, Shen Zui getting kicked in the head by a horse wasn’t entirely a bad thing. In fact, he had become much more down-to-earth.
He had even secretly created a small account to sneak into the company group chat, where he most enjoyed lurking and watching employees gossip and share drama. Sometimes, he’d even join in the conversation.
Shen Zui had already gotten out of the car. Standing at the back of the crowd, he craned his neck and looked around. After watching for a while, he finally understood what was happening.
In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged woman was sitting on the ground, throwing a tantrum, her voice sharp and piercing.
“Your uncle and I worked hard to raise you and your brother! Not only do you not think of repaying us, but you’re even taking us to court!”
“There’s no justice in this world! How did we end up raising such an ungrateful wretch!”
“If it weren’t for us supporting your education, how could you have gone to a good university? Now that you’ve graduated and started earning money, you’ve forgotten the kindness of those who raised you!”
The young man being accused stood in the center of the crowd.
He wore a pair of black-framed glasses and a simple plaid shirt, with his dark, curly hair tied into a small ponytail at the back. He appeared thin and silent.
The young man’s name was Yi Chao.
At this moment, his expression was gloomy, his fingers clenched tightly into fists, the knuckles turning white.
Yet his gaze remained lowered, fixed on the ground. Beside the two of them, two slightly collided cars were parked in the middle of the road, their front ends pressed together—clearly, a minor accident had just occurred.
The crowd had gathered in a circle, murmuring among themselves.
Yi Chao remained silent for a long time before speaking softly, “I’m only taking back what my parents left for me and my brother.”
Hearing this, the woman’s voice grew even shriller.
“What do you mean, what your parents left you? Who raised you all these years? Who fed and clothed you?”
“How old were you when your parents died? If it weren’t for your uncle and me taking pity and taking you and your brother in, you would have starved on the streets!”
She wailed while slapping her thighs.
“And now, look at you—you’ve grown wings, and you’re turning around to sue us, accusing us of seizing your inheritance!”
“Everyone, judge for yourselves! Is there any conscience left in this world?”
Many passersby, swayed by her performance, began murmuring among themselves.
“This young man looks quite honest…”
“Who knows? There are plenty of ungrateful young people these days.”
“Exactly, they raised him for so many years…”
Listening to the murmurs, Yi Chao’s face gradually paled. His hands clenched even tighter, but he never refuted the accusations.
The young man stood in the center of the crowd, dressed so plainly it bordered on shabby. His plaid shirt was washed nearly white, the cuffs slightly frayed, and his jeans were so worn they had lost their original color.
The only thing on him that seemed even slightly valuable was the set of painting tools he held tightly in his arms.
He guarded them closely, as if afraid someone might touch them.
In stark contrast, the woman throwing a tantrum on the ground presented a completely different picture.
A gleaming gold bracelet dangled from her wrist, swaying with each slap of her thigh and catching the eye with its brilliance. Though her clothes were not from any luxury brand, they were clearly not cheap street-market goods either—the fabric was crisp, and the craftsmanship meticulous.