Using a Cannon to Swat a Mosquito

Qing Chen stood in the stairwell.

He stood there without saying a word.

Looking at the familiar yet suddenly somewhat unfamiliar front door of my home.

Because the building is old, the electrical switch boxes in the stairwell are all without covers.

In the past, our house often experienced power outages, so we always had to keep candles on hand. Whenever the circuit breaker tripped, my father would have to hold a candle and go outside to turn the circuit breaker back on.

But such a scene will never happen again.

Qing Chen seemed to be quickly recalling everything from the past.

Only then did he raise his hand and knock on the door of his former home.

The door opened, Qing Guozhong stood inside with a dark expression. "Why aren't you at school right now? What are you doing back here?"

Qing Chen calmly asked, "Why do you want to sell this house? Have you thought about where I'll live after you sell it?"

Qing Guozhong had never seen his son so aggressive before, and his imposing manner dissipated somewhat for a moment.

But he quickly raised an eyebrow. "This is my house, I can sell it if I want! If I lose this house, you can go live with your mother! I don't know who was so wicked as to report me, and now I've been in jail for so long. Let me tell you, don't come looking for trouble with me right now!"

"The court has awarded me to you," Qing Chen said.

"Your mother is rich now," Qing Guozhong said, stretching his neck. "Her house is big now, you can just live there."

"Where's the money I put under my bed yesterday?" Qing Chen asked.

"That's it," Qing Guozhong said. "That money was given to you by your mother, right? She doesn't need those few thousand yuan anymore. Go directly to her and don't look for me again! I just don't understand why she followed me when I divorced your mother!"

Qing Chen looked at him and said, "At least my mother still sends me living expenses every month. What responsibility have you ever taken on?"

Upon hearing this, Qing Guozhong became displeased. "Do you really think your mother is giving you living expenses? She's doing it for herself!"

Qing Chen was stunned for a moment.

Qing Guozhong cursed and said, "Do you know why she doesn't just transfer the living expenses to you directly? We agreed that she must transfer your monthly living expenses to me before I agree to divorce her. Otherwise, even if I fight her until the end of time, she still won't get a divorce!"

"So that's how it is," Qing Chen sighed inwardly.

Qing Guozhong continued, "Now that she's better off financially, you think she's better than me just because you gave her a few thousand yuan? She's not a good person either! I'll sell this house; that way, I can save some money for your college education!"

Only Qing Chen knew that those several thousand yuan were earned through his own hard work, not given to him by his mother, Zhang Wanfang.

Therefore, Zhang Wanfang never gave him any additional gifts beyond what was stipulated in the divorce agreement.

Qing Guozhong's claim that he would leave money for him to go to university was nothing but a lie.

In this world, the words of gamblers are the least trustworthy.

At this moment, life revealed its most ferocious side to Qing Chen.

The bloody and ugly side.

It was as if countless dark hands were endlessly dragging the boy down from the abyss.

Qing Chen looked up and stared straight at Qing Guozhong. The endless inner turmoil suddenly came to an abrupt end at this moment.

"Sell the house. From now on, we'll have no father-son relationship," Qing Chen said before turning and leaving the building.

Jiang Xue, who was in the next room, wanted to rush out and scold Qing Guozhong several times, and wanted to pull Qing Chen back to comfort him several times, but she remembered what Qing Chen had told her: never let Qing Guozhong remember any clues. After the house was sold, he would not come here again, but if he knew that Aunt Jiang Xue and I had a good relationship, he might even come to you to borrow money in the future.

Therefore, Qing Chen wants to sever all ties, rather than continue to be entangled in these complicated relationships.

Qing Guozhong, standing behind him, didn't try to stop Qing Chen. Instead, he said to the real estate agent, "See? The matter is resolved. Quickly call that willing-to-pay client to the housing authority. Get the paperwork done today and have him pay the full amount!"

Qing Chen walked to the administrative road and watched the vehicles coming and going.

The uncle selling roasted sweet potatoes by the roadside was opening his earthen oven and pinching each sweet potato to see if it was roasted soft enough.

A middle-aged man walked past him while talking on the phone, saying he was working overtime tonight and wouldn't be home for dinner.

The No. 46 bus slowly pulled up in front of the bus stop. The driver waited listlessly for the passengers to get off, while the passengers on board stared aimlessly out the window.

But none of this has anything to do with Qing Chen.

He felt that the whole world was filled with a strange sense of alienation.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was a call from Zhang Wanfang.

Qing Chen answered the phone, "Hello?"

Zhang Wanfang said, "Xiaochen, Mom is going on a business trip this weekend, so I won't be able to visit you..."

Qing Chen hung up the phone, then added Zhang Wanfang and Qing Guozhong's phone numbers to his blacklist, and also blocked and deleted them on WeChat.

A moment later, Jiang Xue chased after him, took Qing Chen's hand, and asked, "Xiaochen... are you alright?"

Qing Chen smiled and said, "It seems that letting go of the past isn't so difficult. However, I still have something to do."

It was close to midnight.

Qing Guozhong hummed a tune as he walked under the dim streetlights. He had drunk some wine and was in a pretty good mood.

He was carrying a plastic bag in one hand, containing tens of thousands of yuan he had just withdrawn, and in the other hand, he picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Lao Zhang, where are you playing cards? Need any more people... How can you say that? I have money. I just sold my house today and I'm ready to win you guys until you're broke!"

"Okay, okay, I'm nearby, wait for me, I'll be there soon..."

Qing Guozhong continued walking forward.

At this moment, he seemed to sense something was wrong and suddenly turned around to look.

However, there was not a single person on the path behind me. The empty midnight street was only occupied by stray cats wandering among the green belts.

Qing Guozhong smiled to himself, thinking that he was being paranoid.

"He's probably scared of being in detention. Damn it, if I find out who reported him, I'll break his legs!" Qing Guozhong muttered to himself.

After saying that, he turned two blocks and went into a residential building.

After he went inside, Qing Chen emerged from the shadows of the buildings in the residential area.

"Hello, is this 110? I want to report a group of people gambling in apartment 101, unit 3, building 7 of the Luoyin Residential Area. The amount involved is huge," Qing Chen said, holding his phone. "Yes, that's right. More than three people are gambling, and the amount involved exceeds 50,000 yuan. That's enough to file a case and prosecute. Come quickly. Don't worry, they won't get away."

After hanging up the phone, Qing Chen also walked into the stairwell.

To be honest, when learning tracking and combat techniques, Qing Chen never imagined that he would use those advanced skills in this kind of situation.

I wonder what kind of expression Mother Ye will have when she hears about this.