Evil Son: C29-1
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: Part One
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What does pure, unadulterated fury look like? Well, it looks a lot like Yu Jiang at this very moment. Every muscle of his handsome face seemed to twitch and spasm in a crazed dance. All the veins on his neck and temples pulsed as if they would burst! Yu Jiang was incensed, the look in his eyes, was nothing short of murderous. A face that was once so handsome it was comparable to Apollo's, the Greek god of the son; was now so twisted and distorted it reminded one of the snake-haired monster, Medusa! But with the sex switched!
Is there anyone who doesn't know about the ever-courteous, polite, and refined son of the Meng family who goes by the name Meng Fei?
This man, who uttered no words of pleading during this entire fiasco, had only struggled in an attempt to escape his son's rage-fuelled thrashing. But his body was weak, so he could only endure Yu Jiang's rage with no resistance. At least, it was so, until he flung towards the sofa. Yu Jiang having the strength in his arm to make the toss wasn't the issue, instead, it was the accuracy of his toss while still very much in a fit of rage. The man's body slammed directly into the hard wooden leg of that sofa, then fell straight to the ground with a heavy thud.
"I... I-I'm sorry..." This was the first time he had ever seen Yu Jiang at a complete loss and in a panic, it was his first time seeing him gripped with remorse and shame. But none of these sights was enough to abate Meng Fei's anger. So after carefully placing the unconscious man in his arm onto the sofa, he got on his feet, condensed all the strength and anger in his body; then punched Yu Jiang so hard that he flew back.
"You—" He muttered, breath unsteady, as his eyes bore into Yu Yanzhang ruthlessly. It seemed as though he wanted to seize his father and lay upon that a man trashing so sound, each and every blow would be hard and crisp! The sight of him was simply frightening, so much so, that every inch of Yu Yanzhang quivered, while his flurried thoughts screamed for him to hide. But Meng Fei reacted before he could, cleverly stepping in front of him, blocking him from Yu Jiang's wrath.
Not caring about being beaten by Yu Jiang, Meng Fei worriedly lifted the man into his arms. But just as he scooped that man into his embrace, the two froze in fright.
"What are trying to do? Are you planning on killing my son? You know he's the child of both me and your father, don't you? So, in the future, after he's born, you'll have to call that little guy 'didi' (little brother)."
This man, who uttered no words of pleading during this entire fiasco, had only struggled in an attempt to escape his son's rage-fuelled thrashing. But his body was weak, so he could only endure Yu Jiang's rage with no resistance. At least, it was so, until he flung towards the sofa. Yu Jiang having the strength in his arm to make the toss wasn't the issue, instead, it was the accuracy of his toss while still very much in a fit of rage. The man's body slammed directly into the hard wooden leg of that sofa, then fell straight to the ground with a heavy thud.
"A man... a man with both sexes?"
"You—" He muttered, breath unsteady, as his eyes bore into Yu Yanzhang ruthlessly. It seemed as though he wanted to seize his father and lay upon that a man trashing so sound, each and every blow would be hard and crisp! The sight of him was simply frightening, so much so, that every inch of Yu Yanzhang quivered, while his flurried thoughts screamed for him to hide. But Meng Fei reacted before he could, cleverly stepping in front of him, blocking him from Yu Jiang's wrath.
With this, Meng Fei managed to get his wish of seeing Yu Jiang's face go from blue to black, then from pure black to a more mauve-like shade...
Blood.
Hey, don't blame him for acting so wicked, though.
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With this, Meng Fei managed to get his wish of seeing Yu Jiang's face go from blue to black, then from pure black to a more mauve-like shade...
Finally, I shot my avenging arrow. Hmph! Take that, Yu! Meng Fei remembered very well all those disgusting women Yu Jiang had brought back to their dorm to mess around with back then, showing absolutely no consideration toward his feelings. He then suddenly recalled how he once held that man behind in his arms and whispered sweet nothings, of him saying, "...even if your son disagrees, I will marry you!" But once he saw Yu Yanzhang grow unhappy because of his words, he corrected, "I know your son won't agree to it! It's fine even if he doesn't! But once he does, he'll have to call me Dad!"
It was well beyond a struggle in itself for him to restrain his urge to burst into a sonorous cackle.
But there was no time to waste with explanations, so he simply pushed his uncle out to see that man.
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Finally, I shot my avenging arrow. Hmph! Take that, Yu! Meng Fei remembered very well all those disgusting women Yu Jiang had brought back to their dorm to mess around with back then, showing absolutely no consideration toward his feelings. He then suddenly recalled how he once held that man behind in his arms and whispered sweet nothings, of him saying, "...even if your son disagrees, I will marry you!" But once he saw Yu Yanzhang grow unhappy because of his words, he corrected, "I know your son won't agree to it! It's fine even if he doesn't! But once he does, he'll have to call me Dad!"
Surprisingly, Yu Jiang did not resist and only awkwardly wiped the blood from his lips before climbing to his feet from the corner of the wall where he fell. "I'm sorry..." He lowered his head as spoke. all that stateliness and arrogance that had earlier surrounded him was brushed away in one swift stroke.
Even though Yu Jiang had already thrown a punch—one which would have undoubtedly sent Meng Fei flying at their first "intimate contact" if not for his swift dodging. Meng Fei, who was still absorbed in his affectionate and sweet memories, couldn't help the smile plastered on his face from beaming, even as he dodged the incoming blow.
As he muttered more curses, Meng Yun asked a servant, "Where's Young Master Fei?"
He never wanted him to be like this. He never wanted him to be lying in his arms in such a lifeless state. He didn't even know if he should scold that man or kiss him at that moment when all he did was groan painfully in his sleep.
Letting Meng Fei's uncle in on Yu Yanzhang's secret seemed like a much better idea than letting outsiders at the hospital in the know.
Ah, how sweet... how warm... those memories are that feel like they just happened yesterday. But he just never expected that all these years later they would, in some absurd manner, become halfway true. Even though that marriage of his to He Zhi was also drawing near.
Finally, I shot my avenging arrow. Hmph! Take that, Yu! Meng Fei remembered very well all those disgusting women Yu Jiang had brought back to their dorm to mess around with back then, showing absolutely no consideration toward his feelings. He then suddenly recalled how he once held that man behind in his arms and whispered sweet nothings, of him saying, "...even if your son disagrees, I will marry you!" But once he saw Yu Yanzhang grow unhappy because of his words, he corrected, "I know your son won't agree to it! It's fine even if he doesn't! But once he does, he'll have to call me Dad!"
But what does that matter?
It was not until he heard a faint moan uttered that Meng Fei was drawn out of his wandering thoughts with a start. It had turned out, that while he was busy dodging, Yu Jiang had swiftly grabbed that cowering man behind him trying to hide, and dragged him into his embrace.
iana: here it is, reunion from hell part two-three? Technically, Tang Sen was back in body... in a soup, but it counts. yay... everything here was just bad decisions—and it only gets better! I miss Tang Hong.
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Even if the Yellow River flowed backward and the earth spun in reverse, none of it would ever keep me from stopping the love I have for you.
The officer pulled out his baton right after he spoke and was seriously planning to rush into the house. "Hey, don't! Stop!" With one glance at the familiar black Benz in his driveway, Meng Yun already got an idea of the truth. It wasn't easy for him to send away those officers, and when he went inside, seeing his cousin's coat tossed on the sofa made him whine. ...oh god! Is this one of those abnormal signs that marks the coming end of mankind?
It was not until he heard a faint moan uttered that Meng Fei was drawn out of his wandering thoughts with a start. It had turned out, that while he was busy dodging, Yu Jiang had swiftly grabbed that cowering man behind him trying to hide, and dragged him into his embrace.
"I don't know. He and another man rushed out of the car and came inside, yelling about wanting to see the master of the house."
"You think you're brave, huh? Huh!" Yu Jiang grumbled, his eyes flickering with rage, all the while raining slap after slap on his father's face on both sides. The man's face shook like a tambourine by his blows, while a startled Meng Fei rushed over to rescue him, yelling for Yu Jiang to stop. But Yu Jiang instead, showing not a speck of mercy, only responded with a swift kick. A blow which this Meng Fei, who had dropped his guard in his panic, had received directly on his thigh. The hit was enough to drive him as he fell head-first into a wall.
"What are trying to do? Are you planning on killing my son? You know he's the child of both me and your father, don't you? So, in the future, after he's born, you'll have to call that little guy 'didi' (little brother)."
Meng Fei then tugged him beside the man they had wrapped tightly in the blanket, and Meng Zhaoxiong lowered his body, well aware of that man's identity before he approached. This act of his, this kneeling for a closer inspection, was nothing more than a way for him to conceal the pure excitement bursting in his chest.
But there was no time to waste with explanations, so he simply pushed his uncle out to see that man.
It seemed that wall may have held ill feelings towards Meng Fei, upset he was unwilling to give it the intimate contact it desired, because, now, that spiteful wall sent not an ounce of tenderness his way! God! The pain was harsh he grimaced—he even almost shed some tears. Damn it... looks like I forgot that Yu Jiang had gotten special training.
What does pure, unadulterated fury look like? Well, it looks a lot like Yu Jiang at this very moment. Every muscle of his handsome face seemed to twitch and spasm in a crazed dance. All the veins on his neck and temples pulsed as if they would burst! Yu Jiang was incensed, the look in his eyes, was nothing short of murderous. A face that was once so handsome it was comparable to Apollo's, the Greek god of the son; was now so twisted and distorted it reminded one of the snake-haired monster, Medusa! But with the sex switched!
But seeing Yu Jiang still crudely grasping that man by the hair and cruelly doling out slap after slap on his face. Meng Fei felt a surge of pure panic, seeing that man's face already swollen to its limit and imprinted with an overlay of his son's fingers. "Hey! You're acting too ruthless! Yu Jiang! Look at me you motherfυcker!"
"Huh?" Meng Fei wanted to see my father? This left Meng Yun confused. He couldn't come up with any urgent reason the soon-to-be-married cousin of his would have to see his father. And it was done in such a shocking way, too. That old man was just a guy who never took his job seriously—ever. And even though he did study medicine, he dedicated most of his energy to the business end.
Ah, how sweet... how warm... those memories are that feel like they just happened yesterday. But he just never expected that all these years later they would, in some absurd manner, become halfway true. Even though that marriage of his to He Zhi was also drawing near.
That person, who was lying in a coma, was now a skinny, honest-looking, pale-faced middle-aged man. A far cry from the fair, tender, and beautiful youth he was in those days long gone by. But simply by caressing that man's cheek with his finger, it felt as though all those long-held memories had begun pouring from his heart one by one. Those hot summer nights during high school, those fights, those long past years... and that boy, whose lips were always an alluring crimson, and who never liked to talk.
Yu Jiang then turned, throwing a glance his way. "The way I choose to punish him is no goddamn business of yours!"
He finally stopped beating the man in his grasp. He then flung him onto the sofa like like a sack.
He finally stopped beating the man in his grasp. He then flung him onto the sofa like like a sack.
"Drive faster!" Yu Jiang roared, to which Meng Fei roared in return, "How much faster do you think I can go, huh? Can't you fυcking see the car is practically flying already!"
Finally, I shot my avenging arrow. Hmph! Take that, Yu! Meng Fei remembered very well all those disgusting women Yu Jiang had brought back to their dorm to mess around with back then, showing absolutely no consideration toward his feelings. He then suddenly recalled how he once held that man behind in his arms and whispered sweet nothings, of him saying, "...even if your son disagrees, I will marry you!" But once he saw Yu Yanzhang grow unhappy because of his words, he corrected, "I know your son won't agree to it! It's fine even if he doesn't! But once he does, he'll have to call me Dad!"
iana: here it is, reunion from hell part two-three? Technically, Tang Sen was back in body... in a soup, but it counts. yay... everything here was just bad decisions—and it only gets better! I miss Tang Hong.
This man, who uttered no words of pleading during this entire fiasco, had only struggled in an attempt to escape his son's rage-fuelled thrashing. But his body was weak, so he could only endure Yu Jiang's rage with no resistance. At least, it was so, until he flung towards the sofa. Yu Jiang having the strength in his arm to make the toss wasn't the issue, instead, it was the accuracy of his toss while still very much in a fit of rage. The man's body slammed directly into the hard wooden leg of that sofa, then fell straight to the ground with a heavy thud.
The man's face had taken on a ghostly pallor, while the corners of his lips twitched. The right side of his already swollen was also scratched by the wooden leg of the sofa, causing the nasty gash there which left his tender flesh exposed to also ooze blood.
"Ah..."
"Who cares! I'll just cut down any doctor that dares expose him!" Yu Jiang roared with impatience, then reached for the phone again, but once more, Meng Fei stopped him and said, "Don't worry about that! My... an uncle of mine is a doctor!"
Indeed, it was Yanzhang. Even though he had already grown old, that man's face was etched in his mind for many decades which have gone by.
He hurried down from the roof, where he was standing and talking to the gardener earlier. But he was stopped by the officers the moment he was down. "Ran eight red light? was speeding up to eighty kilometres per hour? ...I can assure you, no one in my family would have such a lack of sense when it came to traffic laws!"
"Yanzhang!"
Even though Yu Jiang had already thrown a punch—one which would have undoubtedly sent Meng Fei flying at their first "intimate contact" if not for his swift dodging. Meng Fei, who was still absorbed in his affectionate and sweet memories, couldn't help the smile plastered on his face from beaming, even as he dodged the incoming blow.
Surprisingly, Yu Jiang did not resist and only awkwardly wiped the blood from his lips before climbing to his feet from the corner of the wall where he fell. "I'm sorry..." He lowered his head as spoke. all that stateliness and arrogance that had earlier surrounded him was brushed away in one swift stroke.
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"Fυck!"
Yu Jiang locked the door to that study tight to remove the worry of anyone else waltzing in. That study had a neighbouring lounge attached to it, which was where Meng Fei, who was familiar with his cousin's house, had rested Yu Yanzhang. So, like this, the three entered the next room, passing a slender full-length mirror by the door on their way. The two young men paid no interest to the reflective surface, leaving only Meng Zhaoxiong to glance at the object as though he were looking to the past. Separated for well over ten years, or more than a few decades of youth.
A man... a man with both sexes. Such a person... in this world, there was only one he knew.
"I don't know. He and another man rushed out of the car and came inside, yelling about wanting to see the master of the house."
The three cried out almost simultaneously. It was then followed by both Meng Fei and Yu Jiang rushing towards the fallen man. That man's limp body lay at the foot of the sofa unmoving.
"A man... a man with both sexes?"
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"You—" He muttered, breath unsteady, as his eyes bore into Yu Yanzhang ruthlessly. It seemed as though he wanted to seize his father and lay upon that a man trashing so sound, each and every blow would be hard and crisp! The sight of him was simply frightening, so much so, that every inch of Yu Yanzhang quivered, while his flurried thoughts screamed for him to hide. But Meng Fei reacted before he could, cleverly stepping in front of him, blocking him from Yu Jiang's wrath.
"Yanzhang!"
"Yanzhang!"
Not caring about being beaten by Yu Jiang, Meng Fei worriedly lifted the man into his arms. But just as he scooped that man into his embrace, the two froze in fright.
He never wanted him to be like this. He never wanted him to be lying in his arms in such a lifeless state. He didn't even know if he should scold that man or kiss him at that moment when all he did was groan painfully in his sleep.
"You think you're brave, huh? Huh!" Yu Jiang grumbled, his eyes flickering with rage, all the while raining slap after slap on his father's face on both sides. The man's face shook like a tambourine by his blows, while a startled Meng Fei rushed over to rescue him, yelling for Yu Jiang to stop. But Yu Jiang instead, showing not a speck of mercy, only responded with a swift kick. A blow which this Meng Fei, who had dropped his guard in his panic, had received directly on his thigh. The hit was enough to drive him as he fell head-first into a wall.
The man's face had taken on a ghostly pallor, while the corners of his lips twitched. The right side of his already swollen was also scratched by the wooden leg of the sofa, causing the nasty gash there which left his tender flesh exposed to also ooze blood.
Blood.
The three cried out almost simultaneously. It was then followed by both Meng Fei and Yu Jiang rushing towards the fallen man. That man's limp body lay at the foot of the sofa unmoving.
Letting Meng Fei's uncle in on Yu Yanzhang's secret seemed like a much better idea than letting outsiders at the hospital in the know.
Finally, I shot my avenging arrow. Hmph! Take that, Yu! Meng Fei remembered very well all those disgusting women Yu Jiang had brought back to their dorm to mess around with back then, showing absolutely no consideration toward his feelings. He then suddenly recalled how he once held that man behind in his arms and whispered sweet nothings, of him saying, "...even if your son disagrees, I will marry you!" But once he saw Yu Yanzhang grow unhappy because of his words, he corrected, "I know your son won't agree to it! It's fine even if he doesn't! But once he does, he'll have to call me Dad!"
A stream of blood dripped from that man's lower body without stopping. Even after he was picked up, the blood kept dripping onto the floor.
Letting Meng Fei's uncle in on Yu Yanzhang's secret seemed like a much better idea than letting outsiders at the hospital in the know.
The man's face had taken on a ghostly pallor, while the corners of his lips twitched. The right side of his already swollen was also scratched by the wooden leg of the sofa, causing the nasty gash there which left his tender flesh exposed to also ooze blood.
It wasn't that Meng Yun had never driven home in a police car before. But seeing that luxurious car roar into his family's villa like a bandit, then seeing the two patrol cars madly screaming for them to stop through their speakers chasing from behind, even Meng Yun was taken aback, and he was accustomed to all kinds of insane things.
If the most gentlemanly of the good men out there has picked up drag racing in these end times, why aren't the other men out there sitting still instead of going out killing people and robbing banks and such?
Indeed, it was Yanzhang. Even though he had already grown old, that man's face was etched in his mind for many decades which have gone by.
Meng Fei twisted his neck, glaring at Yu Jiang. "You more than know what kind of condition his body is in—the kind of body he has."
He hurried down from the roof, where he was standing and talking to the gardener earlier. But he was stopped by the officers the moment he was down. "Ran eight red light? was speeding up to eighty kilometres per hour? ...I can assure you, no one in my family would have such a lack of sense when it came to traffic laws!"
"I... I-I'm sorry..." This was the first time he had ever seen Yu Jiang at a complete loss and in a panic, it was his first time seeing him gripped with remorse and shame. But none of these sights was enough to abate Meng Fei's anger. So after carefully placing the unconscious man in his arm onto the sofa, he got on his feet, condensed all the strength and anger in his body; then punched Yu Jiang so hard that he flew back.
With this, Meng Fei managed to get his wish of seeing Yu Jiang's face go from blue to black, then from pure black to a more mauve-like shade...
"I... I-I'm sorry..." This was the first time he had ever seen Yu Jiang at a complete loss and in a panic, it was his first time seeing him gripped with remorse and shame. But none of these sights was enough to abate Meng Fei's anger. So after carefully placing the unconscious man in his arm onto the sofa, he got on his feet, condensed all the strength and anger in his body; then punched Yu Jiang so hard that he flew back.
It seemed that wall may have held ill feelings towards Meng Fei, upset he was unwilling to give it the intimate contact it desired, because, now, that spiteful wall sent not an ounce of tenderness his way! God! The pain was harsh he grimaced—he even almost shed some tears. Damn it... looks like I forgot that Yu Jiang had gotten special training.
Surprisingly, Yu Jiang did not resist and only awkwardly wiped the blood from his lips before climbing to his feet from the corner of the wall where he fell. "I'm sorry..." He lowered his head as spoke. all that stateliness and arrogance that had earlier surrounded him was brushed away in one swift stroke.
A man... a man with both sexes. Such a person... in this world, there was only one he knew.
"What are we going to do now?"
Meng Zhaoxiong's brain short-circuited, and Meng Fei couldn't tell if he was half stunned out of his wits, or half lost in some memories. So he thought that uncle of his was struck dumb.
"What are we going to do now?"
But the officers were so incensed by his words that they almost lost their breath! "They rushed into your house as soon as they parked the car, for Pete's sake! If they aren't your family, are they thieves? Seriously, it'll be better if they are thieves! That way when we take them back they can be given a good thrashing!"
Meng Fei asked while Yu Jiang rushed over to grab the phone. But Meng Fei rushed over and stopped his hand, saying, "Are you planning on sending him to the hospital? You can't! Not with the kind of body he has..."
Yu Jiang then turned, throwing a glance his way. "The way I choose to punish him is no goddamn business of yours!"
"Who cares! I'll just cut down any doctor that dares expose him!" Yu Jiang roared with impatience, then reached for the phone again, but once more, Meng Fei stopped him and said, "Don't worry about that! My... an uncle of mine is a doctor!"
Meng Fei then tugged him beside the man they had wrapped tightly in the blanket, and Meng Zhaoxiong lowered his body, well aware of that man's identity before he approached. This act of his, this kneeling for a closer inspection, was nothing more than a way for him to conceal the pure excitement bursting in his chest.
The half-unconscious man kept moaning as he was wrapped in a thick, soft blanket. His face and brows occasionally twitched, while his weak and pale hands were covered in a cold sweat. Yu Jiang clasped those within his own during this time, hands that were covered with sweat of his own.
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Letting Meng Fei's uncle in on Yu Yanzhang's secret seemed like a much better idea than letting outsiders at the hospital in the know.
"You—" He muttered, breath unsteady, as his eyes bore into Yu Yanzhang ruthlessly. It seemed as though he wanted to seize his father and lay upon that a man trashing so sound, each and every blow would be hard and crisp! The sight of him was simply frightening, so much so, that every inch of Yu Yanzhang quivered, while his flurried thoughts screamed for him to hide. But Meng Fei reacted before he could, cleverly stepping in front of him, blocking him from Yu Jiang's wrath.
Meng Fei then tugged him beside the man they had wrapped tightly in the blanket, and Meng Zhaoxiong lowered his body, well aware of that man's identity before he approached. This act of his, this kneeling for a closer inspection, was nothing more than a way for him to conceal the pure excitement bursting in his chest.
"You—" He muttered, breath unsteady, as his eyes bore into Yu Yanzhang ruthlessly. It seemed as though he wanted to seize his father and lay upon that a man trashing so sound, each and every blow would be hard and crisp! The sight of him was simply frightening, so much so, that every inch of Yu Yanzhang quivered, while his flurried thoughts screamed for him to hide. But Meng Fei reacted before he could, cleverly stepping in front of him, blocking him from Yu Jiang's wrath.
The half-unconscious man kept moaning as he was wrapped in a thick, soft blanket. His face and brows occasionally twitched, while his weak and pale hands were covered in a cold sweat. Yu Jiang clasped those within his own during this time, hands that were covered with sweat of his own.
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Meng Fei was sitting in the driver's seat of the car they were in at this time. He drove like mad, running every red light they came upon while also shooting glares Yu Jiang's way.
Yes, Yu Jiang soon noticed it. He also noticed two police cars were chasing them from behind. Someone in one of the cars was even yelling through the speaker for them to slow down.
Yu Jiang could only hang his head in guilt at Meng Fei's actions, his eyes trained on the trembling and convulsing body of the man in his arms, who was his very own father. His heart was pained. He truly never meant to do it. Even though he loved him and he had always felt the desire to torment him, to smile happily as well. He wanted that man to be abused by him, loved by him, and direct his tear-filled glare his way.
But what does that matter?
He never wanted him to be like this. He never wanted him to be lying in his arms in such a lifeless state. He didn't even know if he should scold that man or kiss him at that moment when all he did was groan painfully in his sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: Part One
"Drive faster!" Yu Jiang roared, to which Meng Fei roared in return, "How much faster do you think I can go, huh? Can't you fυcking see the car is practically flying already!"
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Yes, Yu Jiang soon noticed it. He also noticed two police cars were chasing them from behind. Someone in one of the cars was even yelling through the speaker for them to slow down.
That person, who was lying in a coma, was now a skinny, honest-looking, pale-faced middle-aged man. A far cry from the fair, tender, and beautiful youth he was in those days long gone by. But simply by caressing that man's cheek with his finger, it felt as though all those long-held memories had begun pouring from his heart one by one. Those hot summer nights during high school, those fights, those long past years... and that boy, whose lips were always an alluring crimson, and who never liked to talk.
It wasn't that Meng Yun had never driven home in a police car before. But seeing that luxurious car roar into his family's villa like a bandit, then seeing the two patrol cars madly screaming for them to stop through their speakers chasing from behind, even Meng Yun was taken aback, and he was accustomed to all kinds of insane things.
Meng Fei was sitting in the driver's seat of the car they were in at this time. He drove like mad, running every red light they came upon while also shooting glares Yu Jiang's way.
He hurried down from the roof, where he was standing and talking to the gardener earlier. But he was stopped by the officers the moment he was down. "Ran eight red light? was speeding up to eighty kilometres per hour? ...I can assure you, no one in my family would have such a lack of sense when it came to traffic laws!"
It was well beyond a struggle in itself for him to restrain his urge to burst into a sonorous cackle.
But the officers were so incensed by his words that they almost lost their breath! "They rushed into your house as soon as they parked the car, for Pete's sake! If they aren't your family, are they thieves? Seriously, it'll be better if they are thieves! That way when we take them back they can be given a good thrashing!"
Meng Fei asked while Yu Jiang rushed over to grab the phone. But Meng Fei rushed over and stopped his hand, saying, "Are you planning on sending him to the hospital? You can't! Not with the kind of body he has..."
The officer pulled out his baton right after he spoke and was seriously planning to rush into the house. "Hey, don't! Stop!" With one glance at the familiar black Benz in his driveway, Meng Yun already got an idea of the truth. It wasn't easy for him to send away those officers, and when he went inside, seeing his cousin's coat tossed on the sofa made him whine. ...oh god! Is this one of those abnormal signs that marks the coming end of mankind?
"Ah..."
"I don't know. He and another man rushed out of the car and came inside, yelling about wanting to see the master of the house."
The man's face had taken on a ghostly pallor, while the corners of his lips twitched. The right side of his already swollen was also scratched by the wooden leg of the sofa, causing the nasty gash there which left his tender flesh exposed to also ooze blood.
Is there anyone who doesn't know about the ever-courteous, polite, and refined son of the Meng family who goes by the name Meng Fei?
"You think you're brave, huh? Huh!" Yu Jiang grumbled, his eyes flickering with rage, all the while raining slap after slap on his father's face on both sides. The man's face shook like a tambourine by his blows, while a startled Meng Fei rushed over to rescue him, yelling for Yu Jiang to stop. But Yu Jiang instead, showing not a speck of mercy, only responded with a swift kick. A blow which this Meng Fei, who had dropped his guard in his panic, had received directly on his thigh. The hit was enough to drive him as he fell head-first into a wall.
If the most gentlemanly of the good men out there has picked up drag racing in these end times, why aren't the other men out there sitting still instead of going out killing people and robbing banks and such?
"Fυck!"
As he muttered more curses, Meng Yun asked a servant, "Where's Young Master Fei?"
Ah, how sweet... how warm... those memories are that feel like they just happened yesterday. But he just never expected that all these years later they would, in some absurd manner, become halfway true. Even though that marriage of his to He Zhi was also drawing near.
As he muttered more curses, Meng Yun asked a servant, "Where's Young Master Fei?"
But there was no time to waste with explanations, so he simply pushed his uncle out to see that man.
"I don't know. He and another man rushed out of the car and came inside, yelling about wanting to see the master of the house."
"What are we going to do now?"
"Fυck!"
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"Huh?" Meng Fei wanted to see my father? This left Meng Yun confused. He couldn't come up with any urgent reason the soon-to-be-married cousin of his would have to see his father. And it was done in such a shocking way, too. That old man was just a guy who never took his job seriously—ever. And even though he did study medicine, he dedicated most of his energy to the business end.
Meng Fei twisted his neck, glaring at Yu Jiang. "You more than know what kind of condition his body is in—the kind of body he has."
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If the most gentlemanly of the good men out there has picked up drag racing in these end times, why aren't the other men out there sitting still instead of going out killing people and robbing banks and such?
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Hey, don't blame him for acting so wicked, though.
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Even if the Yellow River flowed backward and the earth spun in reverse, none of it would ever keep me from stopping the love I have for you.
"A man... a man with both sexes?"
Yu Jiang could only hang his head in guilt at Meng Fei's actions, his eyes trained on the trembling and convulsing body of the man in his arms, who was his very own father. His heart was pained. He truly never meant to do it. Even though he loved him and he had always felt the desire to torment him, to smile happily as well. He wanted that man to be abused by him, loved by him, and direct his tear-filled glare his way.
Meng Zhaoxiong's brain short-circuited, and Meng Fei couldn't tell if he was half stunned out of his wits, or half lost in some memories. So he thought that uncle of his was struck dumb.
But seeing Yu Jiang still crudely grasping that man by the hair and cruelly doling out slap after slap on his face. Meng Fei felt a surge of pure panic, seeing that man's face already swollen to its limit and imprinted with an overlay of his son's fingers. "Hey! You're acting too ruthless! Yu Jiang! Look at me you motherfυcker!"
But seeing Yu Jiang still crudely grasping that man by the hair and cruelly doling out slap after slap on his face. Meng Fei felt a surge of pure panic, seeing that man's face already swollen to its limit and imprinted with an overlay of his son's fingers. "Hey! You're acting too ruthless! Yu Jiang! Look at me you motherfυcker!"
The officer pulled out his baton right after he spoke and was seriously planning to rush into the house. "Hey, don't! Stop!" With one glance at the familiar black Benz in his driveway, Meng Yun already got an idea of the truth. It wasn't easy for him to send away those officers, and when he went inside, seeing his cousin's coat tossed on the sofa made him whine. ...oh god! Is this one of those abnormal signs that marks the coming end of mankind?
But there was no time to waste with explanations, so he simply pushed his uncle out to see that man.
"I... I-I'm sorry..." This was the first time he had ever seen Yu Jiang at a complete loss and in a panic, it was his first time seeing him gripped with remorse and shame. But none of these sights was enough to abate Meng Fei's anger. So after carefully placing the unconscious man in his arm onto the sofa, he got on his feet, condensed all the strength and anger in his body; then punched Yu Jiang so hard that he flew back.
The officer pulled out his baton right after he spoke and was seriously planning to rush into the house. "Hey, don't! Stop!" With one glance at the familiar black Benz in his driveway, Meng Yun already got an idea of the truth. It wasn't easy for him to send away those officers, and when he went inside, seeing his cousin's coat tossed on the sofa made him whine. ...oh god! Is this one of those abnormal signs that marks the coming end of mankind?
"Fυck!"
Yu Jiang locked the door to that study tight to remove the worry of anyone else waltzing in. That study had a neighbouring lounge attached to it, which was where Meng Fei, who was familiar with his cousin's house, had rested Yu Yanzhang. So, like this, the three entered the next room, passing a slender full-length mirror by the door on their way. The two young men paid no interest to the reflective surface, leaving only Meng Zhaoxiong to glance at the object as though he were looking to the past. Separated for well over ten years, or more than a few decades of youth.
Indeed, it was Yanzhang. Even though he had already grown old, that man's face was etched in his mind for many decades which have gone by.
Is there anyone who doesn't know about the ever-courteous, polite, and refined son of the Meng family who goes by the name Meng Fei?
It wasn't that Meng Yun had never driven home in a police car before. But seeing that luxurious car roar into his family's villa like a bandit, then seeing the two patrol cars madly screaming for them to stop through their speakers chasing from behind, even Meng Yun was taken aback, and he was accustomed to all kinds of insane things.
A man... a man with both sexes. Such a person... in this world, there was only one he knew.
A stream of blood dripped from that man's lower body without stopping. Even after he was picked up, the blood kept dripping onto the floor.
Meng Fei then tugged him beside the man they had wrapped tightly in the blanket, and Meng Zhaoxiong lowered his body, well aware of that man's identity before he approached. This act of his, this kneeling for a closer inspection, was nothing more than a way for him to conceal the pure excitement bursting in his chest.
The half-unconscious man kept moaning as he was wrapped in a thick, soft blanket. His face and brows occasionally twitched, while his weak and pale hands were covered in a cold sweat. Yu Jiang clasped those within his own during this time, hands that were covered with sweat of his own.
A stream of blood dripped from that man's lower body without stopping. Even after he was picked up, the blood kept dripping onto the floor.
But the officers were so incensed by his words that they almost lost their breath! "They rushed into your house as soon as they parked the car, for Pete's sake! If they aren't your family, are they thieves? Seriously, it'll be better if they are thieves! That way when we take them back they can be given a good thrashing!"
Indeed, it was Yanzhang. Even though he had already grown old, that man's face was etched in his mind for many decades which have gone by.
"Yanzhang!"
That person, who was lying in a coma, was now a skinny, honest-looking, pale-faced middle-aged man. A far cry from the fair, tender, and beautiful youth he was in those days long gone by. But simply by caressing that man's cheek with his finger, it felt as though all those long-held memories had begun pouring from his heart one by one. Those hot summer nights during high school, those fights, those long past years... and that boy, whose lips were always an alluring crimson, and who never liked to talk.
With this, Meng Fei managed to get his wish of seeing Yu Jiang's face go from blue to black, then from pure black to a more mauve-like shade...
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