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The little brat flayed him with a righteous glare.

"You only drank half a bottle, and you already made a fool of yourself in front of your son. Do you think you're still some eighteen- or nineteen-year-old kid? You have no bottom line. Shameful!"

Lu Mingyu instantly understood what it meant to lift a rock only to smash his own foot. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, and he felt like he was about to suffocate.

No. I can't take this injustice.

Lu Mingyu came clean and stopped pretending. "Tell me the truth. Is there something wrong with your performance in that department?"

Lu Yuan's wide-set eyes flew open. He could not believe this old bastard still had the nerve to turn the tables on him.

It'd only be a problem if I got hard in front of you, wouldn't it?

Seeing the little brat about to explode, Lu Mingyu hurriedly added, "You do have a problem. Stop lying to me. Do you know I drugged that bottle of wine?"

"What? You drugged the wine?!" Lu Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what was wrong with himself, and he had thought he was cured after meeting that little sex bunny. Damn it... But could he admit that? Not even to his own father! His anger immediately flared. "Are you sick? Why the hell would you drug me?"

"Who cares whether I'm sick or not?" Since things had come to this, Lu Mingyu decided to go blade for blade with the little brat. You stab me, I stab you—let's see who breaks first. "The point is that you're sick! I really didn't expect..."

"Ha! What illness could I possibly have? Are you sure your medicine wasn't expired? Or maybe you just bought a fake!"

"Fine, you're going to keep being stubborn, huh? Then prove it to me! Come on, jerk off right in front of me. If you can get it up, I'll apologize immediately! Go on, jerk off!"

"What a joke. Do you think I give a damn about your apology?"

Their argument was shaking the rafters when the doorbell suddenly rang outside.

"Damn it." Lu Mingyu's intelligence, lowered by primal desire, finally returned. He cursed. "I was so busy being mad at you that I forgot. You little bastard ruined my big plans."

"What big plans did I ruin?" Lu Yuan glared at his bastard father, disbelief flashing in his wide-set eyes. "Wait. Don't tell me the people outside are—"

Lu Mingyu snapped in embarrassment, "Wasn't I doing this for your own good? Who knew you really... Ahem, ahem. If you had a problem, you should've said so earlier! Modern medicine is so advanced; they could cure you in minutes. Did you have to degrade yourself like this?"

You actually found some pretty boy to fuck you! The Lu Family's reputation had been utterly ruined by its unfilial son!

"How am I degrading myself?" Lu Yuan was so furious his head spun. For a moment, he failed to catch the implication behind his bastard father's words and roared back, "You're the one with no bottom line! A father and son from the Lu Family playing with women together—now that would make a hell of a headline. Do you think those women will keep it secret for you?!"

Lu Mingyu shrugged and grinned shamelessly. "So what if it gets out? It's just a harmless romantic scandal. Even when we didn't do it, weren't there already similar rumors?"

Lu Yuan: "..."

He had nothing to say.

Let the doorbell ring all it wanted. He definitely would not open the door. Those demons and monsters outside would leave on their own if they waited long enough.

And yet...

Click. The door opened.

Lu Mingyu's omnipotent assistant flashed into view. Like a dutiful madam, he escorted the young women into the room, then brushed off his sleeves and departed, hiding his achievements and fame. Clearly, he was long familiar with such dealings; from start to finish, he carried himself without the slightest fuss, utterly calm and composed.

Several stylishly dressed young women swept in on a fragrant breeze. Their faces were shy yet coy, their movements orderly and efficient. The moment they appeared, they displayed exceptional professional standards.

Lu Yuan's face turned livid. "Assistant Sun really has connections everywhere." He even had the key to this property.

Lu Mingyu sat as still as an old monk in meditation. "I'll thank him for the compliment on his behalf."

Compliment my ass!

Lu Yuan silently swore that if he ever let this brain-damaged old bastard into his home again, he would be a dog!

Shaking off the two women surrounding him, Lu Yuan rushed out of the house without looking back. "Enjoy yourself. I don't even want this place anymore. Remember to see a doctor after you're done playing. Your brain and your kidneys both need treatment!"

"Sure. We can go together, father and son."

Half an hour earlier, Li Zhikong had been wearing an extremely cool sun hat and sitting on a small folding stool like an avant-garde artist, freely wielding his brush before an easel.

The location was the residential complex where that scumbag Lu lived.

As for where the stool had come from...

At the center of the complex was a fairly large artificial lake filled with a huge school of brightly colored koi. An old man from a seniors' opera club came every day without fail to practice his eye expressions by following the koi around. Li Zhikong arrived just as the old man had something to attend to at home, so he left the stool behind rather than bother taking it with him. It was perfect for painting.

It was an upscale residential complex, so there were not many people around and it was normally quiet. But Li Zhikong's luck was clearly not very good that day. He had barely set out his paint box when a group of pretty young women came bustling over from afar, chattering away as they took out their phones to snap selfies against the lakeside scenery. They stood only about ten meters away from Li Zhikong. They chatted openly, acting as if he were not even there, making it impossible not to overhear them.

"Was it really President Lu who invited us? These rich people really know how to play. This is the first time I've seen someone call so many people at once."

"That's because you haven't seen enough, little sister. The Lu Family isn't too bad. They may like to play, but they pay generously! And they don't do any weird tricks. Other than having standards that are too high, they have no other flaws."

"Hey, honestly, has any of you slept with Young Master Lu? He looks way too fierce. That waist, those legs—I'd be willing even if he didn't pay me!"

"Tsk, tsk, you look like such a pure white lotus, but I never expected you to be this horny~ You'd do it for free? Sister, put some pants on already."

"I've never tried Young Master Lu, but I have been Young Master Lu's little stepmother... President Lu might be older, but his vigor hasn't diminished at all! Like father, like son, so Young Master Lu must be even more exciting. He's young, after all~"

"That makes sense. We'll get to experience it firsthand soon enough. I just hope he doesn't disappoint me again. You have no idea—since getting into this line of work, I can't even read romance novels anymore. The domineering CEOs in novels are so devoted and handsome, but what are the ones in real life? Being scumbags is one thing, but every last one of them is weak as a limp noodle. I regret not applying to film school back then. With how good I am at acting, I'd have won an Oscar by now!"