Hui Tian Ch27

Chapter 27

He had grown accustomed to it.

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The train slowly came to a stop at the platform. The doors opened, and a pleasant female voice came over the broadcast:
“Passengers, this train has arrived at Shenhai South Station. Please take your belongings and wait at either end of the car to disembark…”

Passengers with large and small bags flooded onto the platform. A tall boy, about sixteen years old, stopped and carefully checked the electronic station sign, then stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders.

He was dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans, his features possessing the clean-cut handsomeness unique to young men. The fabric of his shirt hinted at the lean, powerful muscles beneath. A basketball keychain and a pair of boxing gloves hung from his huge backpack. Passersby couldn’t help but turn back to look at him.

“I’m back again…” he murmured to the azure sky. “Shenhai.”

An hour later, in the Shenhai financial district.
The magnificent Baihe Group commercial building.

“Excuse me, who are you looking for?” the receptionist asked, thinking she had misheard.

The boy calmly repeated, “Bai Sheng.”

The boy’s attire was a stark contrast to the business elites passing by, making him look like a high school student who had wandered into the corporate world. The receptionist was a bit confused. “But Mr. Bai Sheng, he…”

Mr. Bai Sheng doesn’t come to work.

The young master was absorbed in philosophy and passionate about boxing, claiming his most precious assets were the fragrance of knowledge and the power of truth. His greatest business wisdom in life was his firm choice to stay far away from business. Everyone in the Baihe Group knew he was preparing for the civil service exam, determined to become a public servant.

The receptionist couldn’t explain this, so she could only ask, “Do you have an appointment?”

The boy shook his head.

“Then I’m very sorry, Mr. Bai Sheng is not in the company. Would you like to leave your name and contact number in this registration book?”

“Let me borrow your phone. I’ll call him.”

The receptionist was caught off guard. “Huh?”

“He blacklisted me to evade his responsibilities,” the boy explained patiently. “Please lend me a phone. I’ll call him.”

After a moment of silence, the receptionist had no choice but to repeat her previous word: “Huh?!”

Not far away, Chairman Bai, who happened to be passing by with a group of people, stopped. He watched quizzically for a moment before hesitantly approaching. “Young man, what’s your name?”

The receptionists all stood up. “Chairman Bai!” “Chairman!”

The boy blinked, perplexed. Perhaps sensing a kindred spirit in the round, plump chairman before him, he answered politely, “Yang Xiaodao. As in, the ‘dao’ from ‘blade’.”

Chairman Bai nodded and asked tentatively, “Then what business do you have with our Bai Sheng?”

Yang Xiaodao, his backpack slung over his shoulder, turned to face the crowd of onlookers who had pricked up their ears. He seemed unsure how to begin, but after a moment of contemplation, he finally said seriously, “Yes, I have business.”

“He said he was my father.”

Chairman Bai: “Pfft—”

Poor Chairman Bai, caught completely off guard, was struck by another bolt from the blue and nearly had a stroke. He trembled on the spot for ten seconds before collapsing backward with a thud.

“Chairman!” “Chairman, wake up!” “Chairman, hang in there—” The crowd of onlookers immediately descended into chaos.

·

That night, in B City.
The Baifu Liusha Grand Hotel, owned by the Baihe Group.

The suite’s high, vaulted ceiling was dotted with star-like lights. The living room featured a mini-bar, and beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass, the swimming pool shimmered under the soft light.

However, all these luxurious amenities were currently unoccupied. Only a lamp was lit at the desk in the bedroom. Shen Zhuo, his black hair slightly damp, was wrapped in a thin bathrobe, his cheek like washed white porcelain. He sat in front of his laptop, having just replied to the last official document from headquarters, when his phone suddenly buzzed with a text message.

It was from Yue Yang.

[The matter at the cemetery entrance today has been dealt with. The people have been punished, the media interview has been suppressed, and the news will not be published tomorrow.]

[Rest early.]

Shen Zhuo never replied to Yue Yang’s texts. The screen’s glow reflected off his cold face, his long lashes slightly lowered. Like a swan feather on snow, he casually turned to put the phone down when the screen suddenly vibrated again.

Yue Yang had sent another one:

[…Before I notified the media, the photos they took of you today were already taken down through various means of pressure. It was probably Bai Sheng’s doing. Just letting you know.]

Shen Zhuo’s movement paused slightly, a subtle hint of surprise flitting through his eyes.

Pressuring the media through various channels and means was indeed something Bai Sheng was capable of. After all, the sole heir to a wealthy family held considerable social status and power. It just required a very quick reaction and a smooth, thoughtful approach to deal with each one.

Considering the timing, he must have started handling it immediately after leaving the cemetery this afternoon, but Bai Sheng hadn’t mentioned a word, as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps he felt it was unimportant, or perhaps he felt it was his responsibility to solve such problems, so there was no need to bring it up.

Shen Zhuo’s fingers hovered over the screen, as if he wanted to reply with something, but after a moment of contemplation, he remained still.

Just then, with a buzz, the last text message arrived. Through the phone, one could almost see Yue Yang’s steady yet lonely expression, and the low tone that was always filled with intense restraint after hesitating to speak:

[I was lax in my discipline. The same goes for what happened three years ago.]

[I’m sorry, Director Shen.]

“…”

Shen Zhuo gently put down his phone and leaned back in his chair.

The city streets were a blur of red lights and green wine. The bustling night view, seen through the floor-to-ceiling window, reflected off the shimmering surface of the indoor swimming pool and into Shen Zhuo’s elegant and indifferent eyes.

Director Shen.

The chirping of cicadas from that midsummer year in his memory came rushing back. The scorching sun beat down on the shooting range. On the distant sand, rows of trainees lay behind machine guns. An instructor in a black training uniform moved through the crowd, correcting their shooting postures one by one, his harsh and loud scolding clearly audible even from such a distance.

“…That’s my best brother, Yue Yang. He’s in charge of the Supervision Office’s summer special training recently. Luckily, all those guys under him listen to him, so I can sneak off and be lazy every day… Yue Yang! Over here!”

Fu Chen waved with a smile, and the instructor in black in the distance turned his head.

The young Yue Yang did not yet have the maturity that would later surpass his age. His first reaction was to grab a water bottle and throw it, cursing his friend for slacking off again. But in the next second, his gaze fell on Shen Zhuo, and he was caught off guard, stunned.

“Come over! Yue Yang!” Fu Chen beckoned vigorously, then pointed at Shen Zhuo. “—Director Shen from the Research Institute!”

Shen Zhuo stood at the edge of the dusty training ground, sweating a little from the heat. His cheek seemed translucent under the scorching sun, his dark brows slightly furrowed in displeasure, like an orchid suddenly transplanted onto a firing range.

Yue Yang looked at him, his heart pounding like a drum. He wanted to look away but couldn’t. He took a few steps forward, then stopped and nervously patted the dust off his thighs before approaching and extending his hand hesitantly:

“…Hello, Director Shen?”

“Yue Yang handles all the daily affairs of the Supervision Office. If the lab needs any cooperation in the future, you can go directly to him.” Fu Chen suddenly remembered something and laughed. “Right, you can also find him for signatures. It’s all the same anyway!”

Shen Zhuo had been shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. Only then did he finally give the young deputy chief a proper look, then reached out to give a perfunctory handshake.

—The moment their hands touched, he felt the muscles under the other’s fingerless gloves tense up, his pulse suddenly quickening.

It wasn’t a quickening caused by the heat.

Fu Chen was joking with Yue Yang about something, probably about going out for dinner that night. Yue Yang responded vaguely, though it sounded more like an attempt to cover up his nervousness. His eyes didn’t dare to look around at Director Shen. He subconsciously lowered his head to stare at the ground, but suddenly felt a clear, distinct gaze from his side. He couldn’t help but look up and met Shen Zhuo’s interested, appraising look.

In that instant, no one noticed, but Yue Yang’s mind went almost completely blank, every muscle in his body tensed to the extreme.

It was just for a moment.

Shen Zhuo withdrew his gaze, as light and fleeting as flowing ink, as if it were just a casual glance, as if he hadn’t noticed the heat and panic in Deputy Chief Yue’s eyes at all.

That night, they did go out for dinner. Many researchers and people from the Supervision Office were there, filling the table with clinking glasses. The steaming hot pot was fragrant. Shen Zhuo didn’t eat much, sitting there aloofly. Occasionally, he could feel that hard-to-hide gaze from the crowd, carrying a fiercely restrained heat, darting to him for a furtive glance before hastily looking away. But he paid it no mind.

He had never paid it any mind.

The path he walked was filled with opposition, disgust, and misunderstanding, but also mixed with longing, adoration, and twisted desires. There were countless hands futilely reaching out to get his attention. He had always been used to it.

—All those countless, hidden gazes could have remained unseen, if not for the explosion three years ago that forcibly twisted the turning point of fate.

“Why wasn’t it you who died?!”

The basement was dimly lit, figures moving all around. The strong smell of blood stimulated everyone’s nerves. The interrogation soon turned into waves of increasingly furious roars. The bonfire crackled, and everyone lost their minds:

“Kill him!” “If he doesn’t talk, kill him!” “Kill him to accompany Fu-ge!!”

…

Shen Zhuo was tied to an armchair. Gushing blood blocked his vision. Finally, he let out a breathless laugh. “…Yue Yang.”

Yue Yang stood in front of the mob of crazed executioners. The newly appointed leader of the evolutionists knelt, holding a knife. No one could detect the trembling, urgent tone of his voice. “These people can’t be controlled anymore, Shen Zhuo. You know what S-class pheromones are like. As long as you tell them what happened before the explosion, as long as you say anything, I can find a way to stop them—”

“You’ve always been watching me,” Shen Zhuo whispered in his ear.

As if a pause button had been pressed, Yue Yang froze abruptly.

“All these years, you’ve been watching me. You’ve made me very uncomfortable.”

Shen Zhuo laughed, his pale, cold lips soaked in blood, his voice audible only to the two of them amidst the clamor. “If you let them kill me today, neither of us will have this problem anymore, right?”

“…”

The flames leaped and flickered. Yue Yang’s silhouette in the darkness was like a statue frozen to its limit.

After what felt like a long century, or perhaps just a few short seconds, he seemed to have finally made some kind of desperate, all-or-nothing decision. He forced out a hoarse voice from between his clenched teeth:

“…I understand.”

“Pay with your life for Fu-ge!” “Kill him!” “Kill him today!!”

The sharp scraping of rocks being dragged across the ground, the acrid smell of pig iron in the flames. Yue Yang stood up, his nails digging deep into the flesh of his palms, but his voice suddenly rose, instantly overpowering all the noise, resolute to the point of being hard and cold:

“We cannot kill him.”

In an instant, the surroundings fell silent, followed by an uproar, like a stone thrown into a calm lake. “Why!” “Yue-ge, don’t you want to avenge Fu-ge?!” “He’s the one who killed Fu-ge!” “It was him!!”

“—The International Supervision General Administration wants him to stand trial. We cannot kill him today.”

Yue Yang paused, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently. He forced himself to say each word: “But we can punish him, make this blood debt never fade, and announce it to the world…”

Shadowy figures surrounded them. The red-hot tip of the knife descended, carving an eternally unforgettable, extremely humiliating mark on the back of his left hand.

Fresh blood evaporated in an instant in the white smoke.

“You will never be able to evolve, Shen Zhuo.”

“This scar is proof of the blood debt you owe us evolutionists.”

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Shen Zhuo’s memory of what happened later that day was hazy. He was rescued by people sent from the International Supervision General Administration who broke down the door. After being sent to the hospital, it was discovered that nineteen of his bones had been broken, and multiple internal organs were damaged. Several medical ability evolutionists were transferred from other places to assist with his treatment. In the end, he still spent a long time in a hospital bed.

The evolutionists who organized the private interrogation were all sentenced afterward, but this only added fuel to the fire of boiling protests. Even Yue Yang came under widespread suspicion because he had indirectly prevented the interrogators from killing Shen Zhuo at the last moment. This action made it very difficult for him to move among his own kind for a long time afterward.

Fortunately, more than half a year after Fu Chen’s death, the residual S-class pheromones finally began to dissipate. Coupled with Yue Yang’s increasingly firm suppression, the hormonally-driven hatred of the crowd gradually settled and lay dormant.

Under the effect of medical abilities, Shen Zhuo was left with no lasting side effects, except for the humiliating mark carved on his left hand.

He did not have it removed with an ability.

For some unknown reason, he tacitly accepted the existence of that mark, allowing it to remain on his body, unseen by anyone, like that memory tempered by blood, and the truth that vanished into thin air, known to no one.

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The phone screen had long since gone dark. The hotel room was enveloped in quiet gloom, with only the gentle lapping of the pool water.

Buzz—

Shen Zhuo came back to his senses and looked down. The screen was instantly filled with a dozen or so picture messages, all from Bai Sheng.

What happened?

Shen Zhuo frowned and opened them, only to be bombarded with photos of food with beauty filters, including but not limited to abalone, sea cucumber, shark fin, lobster, crab, various desserts, fruits, and cakes. There were even night views from the Sky Restaurant and a V-sign selfie of Bai Sheng and Chen Miao. This was followed by a barrage of text messages:

[Don’t eat alone upstairs, Supervisor Shen. Do you want me to beat gongs and drums and bring a bridal sedan to invite you down?]

[I’m kidding. Come down and eat. I can also personally come up and carry you down.]

[Forget it, do you want me to come up and keep you company? I took a shower and dressed up for a long time, you know [Heart][Heart]]

“…”

Shen Zhuo’s hand went limp, and the phone fell onto the table with a clatter. For a long time, he stared into the air and murmured, “…Why didn’t I blacklist him sooner?”

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The Sky Restaurant was brightly lit, the sound of the piano elegant. Exquisite dishes were placed on snow-white, high-stemmed porcelain plates, slowly rotating under the refracted light. Hotel guests came and went, their movements light, their voices soft in conversation, creating a gentle atmosphere of wealth and leisure.

“This is not how you do desserts.” The only guest in the entire place without any decorum was currently standing at the buffet station, heedlessly using tongs to rearrange the fruit platter into a giant heart shape, complaining, “The cake is too sweet, there’s too much frosting, and the presentation has no artistry. Supervisor Shen won’t be satisfied when he comes down to eat later!”

The hotel general manager behind him: “…”

The entire restaurant’s chef team: “…”

“Bai-ge,” Chen Miao said weakly, “I told you, senior won’t come down to eat. Supervisors have regulations against eating out. I’m begging you, please leave those few pineapple slices alone.”

Bai Sheng used his ability to cut an entire plate of Costa Rican pink pineapples into perfect heart shapes, carefully stacking them with tongs. He even personally adjusted the spotlights to ensure they looked delicate and pink, like a plate full of a young girl’s heart. The hotel’s general manager quickly covered this work of art with a glass dome and, with a fawning smile, invited the guests behind them to help themselves to the other fruit platters that the young master hadn’t ruined.

Shen Zhuo’s group was scheduled to return to Shenhai tomorrow. According to security regulations, he was supposed to stay at the Central District Supervision Office’s guest house tonight. But as soon as Bai Sheng entered the guest house, he claimed to have a severe allergic reaction, including but not limited to: the air freshener wasn’t good, causing his upper respiratory tract to become blocked; the shower water quality was poor, causing him to break out in a rash; the chairs were not ergonomic, causing him sciatica. Half an hour after checking in, he even appeared at the front desk with a dejected look, his usually arrogant tuft of silver-white hair drooping, claiming that if he stayed any longer, he would develop serious psychological problems and become the world’s first S-class to die from an allergic reaction.

Supervisor Shen was thus forced to make a decision, preferring to violate security regulations himself to protect Mr. Bai’s personal rights. And so, the group gracefully departed under the resentful but silent gaze of the Central District Supervision Office, heading straight for the six-star Baifu Liusha hotel, where everyone happily checked into VIP suites.

“How do you know your senior never eats out? He was about to happily go eat my roast whole lamb last time.” Bai Sheng returned contentedly to the round table by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a large plate of roasted meat that looked to be at least 2 kilograms. He said confidently, “I bet your senior claims he never eats out just because he hasn’t found a suitable dining companion. In other words, he just hadn’t met me sooner.”

Chen Miao: “…”

Shui Ronghua sat by the window overlooking the night view. The female doctor was clearly very health-conscious, with a plate of low-fat, high-protein, nutritionally balanced food in front of her. There was an empty seat beside her, unoccupied but holding a glass of wine and a Chanel bag. Bai Sheng asked curiously, “This is?”

“Italdo.” Shui Ronghua, looking down at her tablet, smiled. “We were just on a date.”

“…” Bai Sheng stared at the empty air for a long moment, then personally went to get a plate of exquisite desserts and placed it at the empty seat, politely nodding to the air in greeting.

Witch Italdo, invisible in the void, propped up her chin with boredom, quite satisfied. She felt that her new Earth friend was indeed very savvy.

“Senior Sister, what are you looking at?” Chen Miao leaned over curiously. “The internal Supervision Office forum… you’re using senior’s access rights?!”

“Never mind that,” Shui Ronghua couldn’t hide the smile at the corner of her mouth. “Bai-ge! Congratulations, you’re famous!”

Bai Sheng: “Huh?”

On the tablet was a simple forum with a black background, looking like a BBS from the 1990s, but it was surprisingly active, with posts in all languages. At the top was a hot English post, ID’d as New York Supervisor Billy Kingston, with a very strongly worded title:

《Protest! Shenhai City Supervisor Shen Zhuo forcibly conscripted an S-class evolutionist, disrupting the balance of various jurisdictions, and also strafed my car with an assault rifle! I strongly condemn this!》

His broken leg clearly didn’t affect Kingston’s typing enthusiasm. He wrote a long diplomatic condemnation of over a thousand words. However, the replies in various languages below were all very cheerful, with the translator showing most of them as “You guys deserved this wave,” and “Isn’t stirring up trouble in other people’s homes, disrupting the balance, and profiting from the resulting wars something you guys do often? Hahaha.” After Kingston was angered away, the supervisors began to discuss Bai Sheng. It was clear that everyone was very enthusiastic about discussing S-classes. They even posted Bai Sheng’s ID photo. Someone asked what he did before evolving, someone said he was a cheerful rich second-generation, and someone else agreed, saying he was the best-tempered among the twenty S-classes globally. A high-ranking European supervisor commented melancholically:

“Clearly not the smartest one, otherwise how could he be attracted to Supervisor Shen?”

Someone immediately replied with a long string of question marks: “?????????? Are you okay? Isn’t Supervisor Shen’s fatal attraction to S-classes a universally acknowledged Eastern Mysticism on this board? If he were willing, he could make Nielsen do anything. Shouldn’t the fact that the International Supervision General Administration is still in Basel and hasn’t moved to Shenhai be credited to Supervisor Shen’s noble self-restraint and moral sense?”

When Bai Sheng refreshed again, this reply had eighteen likes.

“…So many people.” Bai Sheng scrolled down the page, admiring his flawless 360-degree handsome ID photo from all angles, and lamented, “Is this forum always this lively?”

“Not really. Out of the 36 evolutionist jurisdictions worldwide, only the chief supervisors and high-ranking supervisors of each jurisdiction have speaking rights.” Shui Ronghua propped her chin with one hand and stirred the ice in her juice with the other. “But this is just a place for everyone to argue and spit on each other. Official business is still discussed at the General Administration.”

Of the 36 evolutionist jurisdictions worldwide, besides giants like Shenhai, there were also B City, the Nordic region, the Rome region, and two or three cities in Africa that were considered large regions. The evolutionist populations in many of the other small jurisdictions were not large. The supervisor themselves were the highest-level evolutionists in their jurisdiction, so management was very smooth, leaving them with plenty of time to slack off at work and argue with each other.

Bai Sheng’s gaze lingered on “Eastern Mysticism” for a few seconds, then he asked with interest, “Does Nielsen have an account too?”

“Probably. All ten permanent supervisors do,” Shui Ronghua said. “They basically never show up, though.”

Of the ten permanent supervisors in the world, five men and five women, not all were actually S-class—a high evolution level did not mean a high level of management skill. Some S-classes lacked ambition, some were too ambitious, and some had long been fighting to the death over territory. There were also special cases, such as Bai Sheng, who was too young and still in school when he evolved; an old lady in Iceland who was 91 when she evolved and really didn’t want to go out to work; an S-class male in North America who liked to eat human flesh and was eventually imprisoned by the International Supervision General Administration… and so on.

Therefore, the final election result for the ten permanent supervisors was that there were only four S-classes, including Nielsen; three A-classes, including Yue Yang; two B-classes; and one Shen Zhuo.

As the only human supervisor, Shen Zhuo was a unique existence, considered humanity’s last territory within the evolutionists, and the level of protection for him was also the highest.

Bai Sheng idly ate while scrolling to the bottom of the webpage. The last reply, when translated, read:

“Gentlemen, you might as well guess whether Nielsen will tear off all pretenses and go to Shenhai to demonstrate his power to the young S-class. I’ll bet two hundred pounds he won’t be able to resist past this year ;D”

With a smack, Bai Sheng slapped the computer on the table and said solemnly, “Gentlemen.”

The witch was bored, Shui Ronghua was drinking her juice, and Chen Miao was eating his beloved little cake. The three of them looked up at the same time.

Bai Sheng pointed at himself and asked sincerely, “Who do you think is a better match to be Supervisor Shen’s boyfriend, me or Nielsen?”

Pfft. Chen Miao choked on his cake, snorting it into his nose.

“Cough cough cough…” Chen Miao wiped his mouth under the Witch Italdo’s utterly disgusted gaze, his face a picture of disbelief. “What are you talking about, Bai-ge? Was the Director-General even an option for a single second?!”

Bai Sheng was slightly more satisfied and pressed on, “Then what about me? Am I your Supervisor Shen’s only option?”

Chen Miao was shocked. “What got into you, Bai-ge? Even if you can’t pass the civil service exam, you don’t have to resort to becoming a civil servant’s wife!”

“What’s with that tone? It’s like I’m not worthy.” Bai Sheng draped an arm over the back of his chair, crossing his legs discontentedly, his foot still bouncing under the table. “I’m a dignified S-class, I have money, leisure, and charm. I exercise diligently, stay in shape, and I even know how to do housework. Why can’t I desire a beautiful first love?”

Chen Miao: “First love?”

Shui Ronghua: “First love?”

Witch Italdo: “@#¥%?”

Bai Sheng spread his hands under the three questioning gazes. “Do you think a degree in humanities and social sciences is easy to get? When I was in school, I studied until one in the morning every day, okay? Do you know how many all-nighters I pulled to finish my thesis? If I had ever been in a relationship, could I have graduated on time and be sitting here in front of you?”

Silence fell around the dining table. After a long moment, Shui Ronghua slowly asked, “So… Bai-ge, are you still a virgin?”

Bai Sheng said resoundingly, “What’s wrong with being a virgin! Virgins are the treasures of the world!”

“…”

Three seconds later, following the gazes of Chen Miao and Shui Ronghua, Bai Sheng slowly turned to look behind him.

Shen Zhuo, changed into casual clothes, was holding an empty dinner plate. The brilliant lights made his hair look jet black and his face cold and pale as he looked down at Bai Sheng without a word.

The scene froze. The air was dead silent.

Under the hushed stares of everyone around, Shen Zhuo reached out and picked up the tablet in front of Bai Sheng. His gaze flicked nonchalantly over “Eastern Mysticism,” and he gently tossed the tablet back onto the table.

The thud sounded like the final hammer of a death sentence.

“You two, go back and each write a 10,000-word self-criticism report,” Shen Zhuo calmly ordered Shui Ronghua and Chen Miao, then turned to Bai Sheng and patted his shoulder:

“—Don’t even think about getting a government position from me in this lifetime, treasure.”

The Shenhai City Supervisor turned and walked towards the restaurant exit, completely ignoring the three as if they were air. Anyone witnessing this scene would believe he was just a passerby who happened to be there and definitely didn’t know these characters behind him.

“Darling, wait!” Bai Sheng jolted back to reality, pushed back his chair with a scrape, and stood up. With a long stride, he grabbed the Supervisor from behind. “What do you mean by ‘this lifetime’! Does ‘a lifetime’ mean a lifetime! The kind of lifetime where we’re never apart!”

“Young Master, Young Master—”

Just then, the hotel’s general manager came running over, wiping away cold sweat and holding a phone. He said hurriedly, “The Chairman has something urgent to discuss with you. He said your phone has been unreachable, so he called us. Do you want to take it quickly?”

Bai Sheng made a sound of surprise, turned his head to look at his phone, and sure enough, there were several missed calls on silent. He had no choice but to reluctantly keep one hand on Supervisor Shen, not letting him go, while taking the phone from the general manager with the other:

“Hello, Uncle? What’s up?”

From the other end of the phone came Chairman Bai’s trembling, stroke-like voice: “You XX little bastard…”

In the top-floor office of the Baihe Group, poor Chairman Bai was being supported by his trusted aides. He tremblingly handed the phone to Yang Xiaodao on the other side, indicating that if he spoke any further, he would have a cerebral hemorrhage.

The young boy took the phone, unfurled his report card and parent-teacher conference notice with a rustle, and spoke calmly:

“Dad! You’re out there having fun on your own, and you just abandoned me like this, is that it?!”

A bomb dropped from the sky, leaving everyone utterly dumbfounded.

Clap, clap, clap.

Shui Ronghua clapped, thoroughly impressed, her heart filled with emotion. “Men.”

“…” Bai Sheng covered his eyes with one hand and held onto the expressionless Shen Zhuo with the other. Under the condemning gazes from all directions, he choked up silently for a long moment before finally saying slowly:

“My life is pure, I’ve conducted myself with integrity. I don’t know that little wretch who scored a combined 85 on his three science subjects and is now looking everywhere for someone to attend his parent-teacher conference. I’ve already severed our father-son relationship…”

Then he took a breath and bravely looked Shen Zhuo in the eye. “My love, let’s go get some pineapple slices. I cut them myself. The taste of first love!”

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