Dad! He Slapped Me

After changing his clothes, Bai Yunsheng arrived at the banquet hall just in time to see Meng Shangzhi reaching the entrance, followed by Feng Yanshan, whose expression was dreadful. When Feng Yanshan saw Bai Yunsheng, his grim face abruptly changed. He beckoned to Bai Yunsheng. "Yunsheng, see Chairman Meng out."

Ever since arriving at the Feng Household, Feng Yanshan had never addressed him in such an affectionate tone.

Bai Yunsheng lowered his eyes, then looked up.

Feng Yanshan frantically signaled with his eyes.

Bai Yunsheng smiled, poised and pleasant. "Mr. Meng, let me see you out."

A few seconds later, Meng Shangzhi, who had been walking forward, stopped and turned to look at Bai Yunsheng. He said politely, "Then I'll trouble you, Young Master."

Feng Yanshan's suspended heart trembled before finally settling. He watched the two walk away with satisfaction.

Quite a few people approached Meng Shangzhi to make conversation along the way, but Meng Shangzhi's attitude remained indifferent. These people had come for Meng Shangzhi in the first place, and now that he was leaving, they dispersed as well.

While no one came up to greet them, Bai Yunsheng secretly glanced at Meng Shangzhi, then quickly looked away. Meng Shangzhi was very tall, and because the glance had been so quick, he could only see Meng Shangzhi's sharp jawline. Even from that unruly angle, it could not conceal the superiority of Meng Shangzhi's bone structure.

Before they knew it, the two had reached the main entrance outside. A driver was already waiting beside the car in front of the iron gates.

They had not exchanged a word all the way there. Now that he had seen him out, there seemed to be nothing to say.

Bai Yunsheng unconsciously pressed his lips together.

Meng Shangzhi said, "This is far enough."

The driver opened the door.

"Mr. Meng!" Bai Yunsheng suddenly called out.

Bai Yunsheng said, "Thank you for today."

Bai Yunsheng knew that without Meng Shangzhi today, he could never have left with such dignity. At a banquet like this, a pretty face would not earn preferential treatment. Instead, it would become a subject of gossip, accompanied by insinuations of romance and unknown mockery.

Meng Shangzhi said, "You're welcome."

Bai Yunsheng hesitated for a few more seconds. "Mr. Meng, may I ask you a question?"

Meng Shangzhi nodded. "Go ahead."

The tips of Bai Yunsheng's ears unconsciously reddened. Anticipating the answer, he was unusually nervous. "Have we met before? Or do we know each other?"

Otherwise, why would you help me like this?

Whether in the life where he had died.

Or now.

Why help me?

Bai Yunsheng seemed to have waited a long time, yet it also seemed like only seconds. Meng Shangzhi answered, "No."

Bai Yunsheng's body jolted along with his heart. He looked up at Meng Shangzhi, his eyes full of confusion and the disappointment of dashed expectations.

Bai Yunsheng bit his lip. "Then why did you help me?"

Meng Shangzhi said, "Because you're good-looking. I thought you were good-looking when I saw you in the hallway." The flirtatious words sounded anything but frivolous coming from Meng Shangzhi. Instead, they carried a hint of solemn sincerity.

Bai Yunsheng did not know how to respond. He did not even answer Meng Shangzhi's soft goodbye, merely staring blankly as Meng Shangzhi got into the car and disappeared from sight.

Good-looking...

Bai Yunsheng withdrew his somewhat dazed gaze.

He did not believe it. He knew perfectly well that the him from his previous life had nothing to do with being good-looking. This kind of beauty was not about appearance, but an aura that came from within.

Among the lofty children of capital, someone timid and shrinking back would not attract a second glance from anyone, much less be called good-looking.

Besides, Meng Shangzhi was definitely not such a shallow person.

Since his rebirth, his memories had remained identical to those from his previous life. Whatever he had experienced in his past life existed in this life's memories as well; even the incident at the swimming pool had happened exactly the same way.

Nothing had changed at all.

So Meng Shangzhi was still the Meng Shangzhi from his previous life, still the Meng Shangzhi who would avenge him after his death.

Meng Shangzhi was definitely lying. But why? Why lie?

Bai Yunsheng shook his head, truly unable to make sense of all the twists and turns.

When he returned to the hall, everyone had already left. The servants were gradually cleaning up. One of them saw Bai Yunsheng and immediately came over. "Young Master, Chairman Feng asked you to go to the living room."

Bai Yunsheng nodded.

When he entered the living room, Feng Tingfan was kneeling on the floor, blood dripping from his forehead onto the ground. A shattered glass lay nearby, while Jiang Li held Feng Tingfan and wept pitifully.

Feng Zhiyou's expression was somewhat grim as well. He seemed to want to say something, but had yet to speak.

"Chairman Meng has left?"

Bai Yunsheng said, "He has."

The moment Feng Tingfan heard Bai Yunsheng's voice, he seemed to snap. He suddenly went berserk, accidentally shoving Jiang Li beside him away. "You still dare show your face, Bai Yunsheng? You actually dare appear here!" As he spoke, he started to rise. Feng Yanshan felt his blood surge at the sight. Before Feng Tingfan could act, he stepped forward and viciously slapped him across the face. "I told him to come! Do you want to spend some time in the basement?"

That slap and shout immediately calmed Feng Tingfan down. He covered his face. "Dad..."

Ignoring Feng Tingfan's pitiful look, Feng Yanshan turned viciously toward Jiang Li. "It's all because you spoiled him! Do you know how much money and effort I spent trying to establish ties with Meng Shangzhi? This unfilial brat! This unfilial brat! Ruined it all!" Still not venting enough anger, he stepped forward and tried to hit Feng Tingfan again.

Seeing this, Jiang Li blocked Feng Yanshan. "Are you trying to beat him to death? Tingfan is your son. Don't you know what kind of person he is? Why don't you ask what exactly happened to Tingfan?" With her final words, her eyes shifted toward Bai Yunsheng in a pointed reminder.

Feng Yanshan paused. All his rage cooled at Jiang Li's words. He gave a low snort and sat on the sofa. He had been so furious that he lost his reason and even forgot to ask what had started the whole matter. "What happened? Tell me."

Feng Tingfan explained the entire sequence of events. Naturally, he mentioned that Bai Yunsheng had slapped him, but omitted the filthy insults he had directed at the people around Meng Shangzhi.

Feng Tingfan waited quietly, waiting for Feng Yanshan to shift his anger onto Bai Yunsheng. After all, that slap had started everything.

But Feng Tingfan waited several seconds and did not receive Feng Yanshan's anger.

Feng Yanshan looked at Bai Yunsheng, who had not said a word, waiting for him to explain himself.

But after waiting a long time, Bai Yunsheng still showed no intention of speaking. Feng Yanshan had no choice but to ask, "Zheng Long helped you?"

Bai Yunsheng deliberately wore a confused expression.

Feng Yanshan said, "Zheng Long is one of Meng Shangzhi's men."

Understanding dawned in Bai Yunsheng's eyes, and he nodded.

Feng Yanshan lowered his head and thought for a few seconds. "I understand."

Seeing that Feng Yanshan was not angry at all, Feng Tingfan grew anxious. "Dad! Didn't you hear? Bai Yunsheng slapped me!"

Feng Yanshan frowned deeply. "Shut up! Does your younger brother have the guts to hit you? You'd say anything to frame your younger brother! It looks like you haven't reflected properly at all these past few minutes! I think you should get your ass down to the basem—"

Feng Zhiyou suddenly spoke. "Dad, you've hit him and scolded him. Let's leave it at that. You know Tingfan's temperament. No matter how willful he is, he wouldn't be so brainless." He then gave Feng Tingfan a look.

Feng Tingfan had enough sense to immediately close his mouth.

Bai Yunsheng glanced at Feng Zhiyou but said nothing.

Feng Yanshan had not truly intended to send Feng Tingfan to the basement anyway. Meng Shangzhi had not made things absolute; his remark about finding someone else to work with had merely been a warning to Feng Yanshan. "Get back to your room and reflect properly."

Feng Yanshan then said to Bai Yunsheng, "Yunsheng, did Chairman Meng say anything before he left?"

Bai Yunsheng felt cold inside, his patience nearly exhausted. "No."