"Chairman Qing, I really didn't mean to offend your honored guest. Please, have mercy!" Meng Zhe pleaded anxiously, hoping to make one last attempt.
But his struggle was futile.
"Get out. You're not welcome here," Qing Fen said coldly, his face stern.
But at this point, how could Meng Zhe accept simply leaving?
"Chairman Qing, my father works under your son. Please, for his sake, forgive my rashness this once!" Meng Zhe no longer cared about losing face and begged with utter humility.
Hearing this only made Qing Fen angrier.
What had Lin Fei called this man again? Noisy!
Immortal Master Lin had already said as much, yet he still couldn't take a hint and kept making a racket here?
Qing Fen had originally intended to leave Meng Zhe one last shred of dignity, but now he said without hesitation, "Throw him out!"
The two security guards immediately obeyed and drove Meng Zhe out.
He was shoved out through the gates of the Ji Family villa, stumbling and nearly falling to the ground.
Meng Zhe had no mind to curse the two guards. He simply stood there, utterly lost. After staring blankly for a long time, he began laughing as though his nerves had snapped.
But his smile looked uglier than crying.
This petty wastrel, who had thrown his weight around alongside Song Hao for years, dropped to the ground without a shred of dignity. He took out a cigarette to light it, but his trembling hands couldn't get it lit at all.
"Motherfucker, even the wind's against me?!" Meng Zhe roared hysterically, looking anything but normal.
This was probably what it meant to blame Heaven and everyone else.
With a sharp crack, Meng Zhe smashed his Zippo lighter against the ground. He took out his phone and called his father, Meng Tiancheng.
Soon, a middle-aged man's voice came from the other end. "Aren't you at the Qing family's banquet? What made you suddenly think to call me?"
Meng Zhe's lips moved, but he didn't know how to begin.
Still unaware that anything was wrong, Meng Tiancheng said with a smile, "Well? Your old man gave you this opportunity. Have you met any important people with Young Master Song?"
At that moment, Meng Zhe wanted to die. He forced himself to say, "Dad, something happened..."
His voice trembling, he told Meng Tiancheng what had happened earlier.
"What did you say?!"
"You bastard! I'll fuck your mother!" Meng Tiancheng was on the verge of a breakdown, his voice even cracking with that roar.
Anger had overwhelmed his reason. The instant that obscenity slipped out, he failed to realize that it was perfectly natural for him to do so...
"Do you know where everything our family has now came from? I went through hell to establish a connection with the Qing family! How much blood and sweat have I poured into these past few years to get where I am today? You animal, you actually called Chairman Qing's honored guest a thief and offended the Qing family beyond repair!"
"Tell me, how is our family supposed to live from now on?!"
Meng Zhe was scolded until he was drenched in abuse. His father, who normally indulged him, was now flying into such a rage that he grew resentful. "Dad, I didn't know Lin Fei had such a powerful background! Who the fuck would have thought some little bodyguard would be the Qing family's honored guest?"
Meng Tiancheng grew so dizzy with anger that he nearly passed out. "You bastard, you dare talk back?"
Meng Zhe gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Dad, yelling at me won't help. It's already happened. You've made so much money anyway. Just think of it as retiring early-"
Before he could finish, Meng Tiancheng interrupted him with a roar. "Retire, my ass! Do you know how serious this is?"
"What sins did I commit in my past life to have a thing like you for a son? You fucking wanted a villa and luxury cars, and I figured I could earn the money anyway, so I bought them all for you! Add in all the money you squandered on stocks and whatever else, you bastard-do you know how much we owe in loans? Over three million!"
"Do you understand? I have nothing left now!"
"Nothing!"
Meng Tiancheng had shouted his throat raw and scratchy, and he began coughing incessantly.
As he coughed, this middle-aged man of nearly fifty actually began to cry.
Overcome with emotion, Meng Tiancheng struggled for breath, hoarse sounds rasping from his throat. He hurriedly found his heart medication and swallowed it, finally feeling a little better.
Those who were pitiable invariably had something hateful about them. In all those years of indulging his son's arrogance and tyranny, he had already planted the seeds of today's disaster.
Meng Zhe finally panicked and asked urgently, "Dad, are you saying our family's about to go bankrupt, and my villa and sports car will be gone too?!"
At that moment, Meng Tiancheng wanted nothing more than to strangle the son he had raised for over twenty years.
Even at a time like this, he was still thinking about his villa and sports car. His old man had nearly been angered into a fatal heart attack, and this fucking thing hadn't shown the slightest concern. Even a dog would have cared more about him!
Meng Tiancheng fell silent for a long time before finally speaking hoarsely. "You've been following Young Master Song around for all these years. You must have some friendship with him, right?"
Meng Zhe froze for a moment, then exclaimed in wild delight, "Right! I can still ask Young Master Song for help! As long as he puts in a good word for me, Chairman Qing will definitely show mercy!"
Meng Tiancheng sighed and said weakly, "Go on."
After hanging up, Meng Tiancheng gave a bitter laugh.
There was something he hadn't said.
As long as a gap in status existed, an imbalance in the relationship was inevitable.
This Young Master Song might not take Meng Zhe seriously at all.
To put it more harshly, he might consider him nothing more than a dog.
The Qing family's banquet remained lively. No one paid much attention to Meng Zhe being thrown out. Even when someone mentioned it, most treated it as a joke.
After Qing Lixue and Ji Yaoguang appeared, nobody cared about that fool Meng Zhe anymore.
Every gaze focused on the two women, whose beauty was enough to make hearts tremble.
Both women were a little surprised to see Lin Fei. Neither had expected him to attend the banquet too.
Ji Yaoguang smiled and nodded at Lin Fei in greeting.
Qing Lixue, however, found everything about Lin Fei irritating. Once again, she inwardly blamed her father. Why did he hold a charlatan like this in such high esteem?
With that thought, she gave a cold snort and turned her head away.
After the guest of honor arrived, they soon began cutting the nine-tier birthday cake.
Only then did Song Hao appear in the hall.
"Young Master Song, you're here!" The moment he appeared, someone immediately approached and whispered in his ear, recounting everything that had happened earlier.
After listening, Song Hao's expression instantly changed, and he cast a dark look at Lin Fei.
He hadn't expected Lin Fei to dare deal with one of his people. Still less had he expected Qing Fen to treat Lin Fei with such respect.
As Song Hao was speculating about Lin Fei's identity, his phone rang.
Seeing that it was Meng Zhe calling, Song Hao frowned and answered.
Meng Zhe was a competent lackey and immediately began tearfully recounting his ordeal, only for Song Hao to interrupt impatiently. "Enough. Shut up. I already know."
"You really are well-informed, Young Master Song!" Meng Zhe offered a bit of flattery before asking hurriedly, "Then, Young Master Song, do you think you could put in a good word for me?"
A cold sneer curled Song Hao's lips, and he spat out just one word. "Scram!"