In the main house of the Meng family, in the exquisite and elegant hall.
Meng Guang knelt on the ground with his head lowered and didn't say anything. However, his expression was like a prick. He had an attitude that said, "You can scold me as much as you want. If I admit I'm wrong, it's my loss." Anyway, his father was furious.
Father Meng was about to be angered to death by this unfilial son. "Fight! You even sent him to the hospital! Since you're so powerful, why don't you beat me up too?! "
"Do you still think you're very powerful and that you're not wrong? Bring me a board. I'll teach him a lesson today, and tomorrow he'll have to kill someone for me. "
The servant trembled as she handed over a long wooden board.
Mother Meng was extremely anxious. "Hey, aren't you going to listen to our child's explanation?"
Father Meng shouted irritably, "His son is in the hospital, and you still want to explain!"
Meng Guang was still kneeling on the ground and didn't say a word.
Song Yu saw that his cousin wasn't going to tell him, so he could only brace himself and stand up. "No, uncle. Actually, I'm also responsible for what happened today."
He suddenly spoke, and everyone in the room was stunned and looked at him.
Song Yu continued to brace himself. "I was also in Lin Shui today. Cousin fought with Wang Beidan because of me."
Grandmother Meng's eyes widened. She was old and couldn't accept this at all. "Yu Yu, why did you go to Lin Shui?"
As far as she knew, Linshui was a foul place.
Father Meng also frowned. "Yu Yu, go to sleep first. Don't speak for this brat. I know what kind of person he is."
"No, no, no. It's true." Song Yu hurriedly said, "Uncle, you can look at the surveillance camera. Wang Beidan forced me to drink. I sent a message to my cousin, and he rushed over to save me. That's why he fought with Wang."
Of course, there was no surveillance camera. Wang Beidan hid in the private room and did those things. How could there be any evidence left? They must have gotten rid of the surveillance camera long ago.
Grandmother Meng's eyes widened. "What? Drink? They forced you to drink! "
Mother Meng was also stunned. She had a good relationship with Song Yu's mother, and she knew that Song Yu had almost died because of a glass of wine when he was a child.
Meng Guang's mother was furious when she thought about how her sister-in-law's son had almost gotten into an accident because of her. Meng Guang's temper was most likely inherited from her. Meng Guang's mother snatched the board from her father's hand. "Did you hear that? This time, I'll stand with my son! Well done! I think he hit me too lightly! What Wang Bei did alone was not a secret in Jing City! Beating such a beast to death would be enforcing justice on behalf of the heavens. "
Mr. Meng's initial surprise was also dispelled by his wife's shrewdness. He was furious. "Look at what you're saying. What kind of mother are you?!"
"So you did the right thing as a father?"
They began to quarrel in a chaotic manner. Grandmother Meng was annoyed when she heard that. She slammed the table and said, "Go back to your room and quarrel! Your son has been kneeling on the ground for half a day! "
Poor Mayor Meng, who was gentle and elegant on the outside, was angered by the two women at home. He left without eating.
Meng Guang was helped up by Meng Guang's mother. He winked at Song Yu.
After dinner, Song Yu still wanted to go back to his grandmother's house.
Meng Guang drove him back. There was the sound of insects chirping in the garden outside the house. The night sky was clear and the moon was bright.
Meng Guang couldn't help laughing in the car. He leaned on the steering wheel and laughed. "You're really spirited. Your brother didn't risk his life to help you vent your anger in vain. Oh, look at my father's face. Hahaha. "
Song Yu pulled the corners of his mouth. "You're happy too early. The Wang family won't let this matter go."
Meng Guang lifted his eyelids and said indifferently, "So what if they won't let this matter go? What Wang Beidan did in the private room can't be seen in public. They didn't dare to publicize this matter. They could only suffer in silence.
He had been the Crown Prince of Jing City for so many years. He knew what he was doing. He knew clearly what he could and couldn't provoke. He also knew whether it would blow up.
Song Yu said, "Yes."
Meng Guang suddenly reacted. "Did Wang Beidan really force you to drink?" He didn't see it clearly at that time. Now that he thought about it, it seemed a little strange.
Song Yu smiled and said, "No. "No. I wanted to hit him with the bottle."
Meng Guang: "…"
After a while, he laughed. "Good job!"
He tilted his head and asked curiously, "Why did you go to Room 305? Isn't it for ventilation?"
Song Yu thought for a while and smiled. "It's probably because fate wants me to save people."
Just as Meng Guang said, this matter didn't cause any trouble in Jing City.
For Song Yu, the only effect was that Grandmother Meng still had lingering fears and didn't force him to go out anymore.
Song Yu looked up the Wang Family in Jing City and finally understood why he felt so familiar. In "Gentle Control", the rich second-generation heir who made things difficult for Xie Sui in high school was the youngest son of the Wang Family, Wang Ci. Everyone in the family doted on him like a treasure. In Jing City, he could get whatever he wanted. With Wang Beidan as his elder brother, Wang Ci began to play with women and men when he was very young. He was rotten to the core.
In high school, his mind was full of dirty thoughts. After school, he locked Xie Sui in the classroom and wanted to take nude photos of Xie Sui to threaten him. During the sports meet, he deliberately drugged Xie Sui's drink to embarrass him in front of the whole school. During the final exam, he locked Xie Sui in the toilet to prevent him from taking the exam and getting a scholarship. Even in the college entrance examination, Wang Ci wanted to make Xie Sui miss the exam and ruin Xie Sui's life.
Song Yu felt that he was looking for trouble because he couldn't think about the plot of the original novel.
On the third day of doing nothing at home.
Grandma was afraid that he would be bored, so she brought him a child of the same age.
The son of the driver who picked him up from the airport that day was a skinny boy with wheat-colored skin. His name was Ma Xiaoding.
Ma Xiaoding didn't know what his father told him. At first, he talked to Song Yu like a mosquito, as if he would be hospitalized if his voice was a little louder. It was only after Song Yu couldn't bear it anymore and warned him that he changed his attitude.
Ma Xiaoding and Xie Sui were classmates in junior high school.
Song Yu wanted to know more about Xie Sui, so he chatted with him. "What was Xie Sui like in junior high school?"
Ma Xiaoding widened his eyes and looked silly. "Young Master, why are you asking this?"
Song Yu didn't like this address. "Don't call me Young Master. If you really admire me from the bottom of your heart, call me Brother Yu!"
Ma Xiaoding scratched his head. "Okay, Young Master. Ah, no, Brother Yu. Why are you asking about Xie Sui?"
Song Yu choked and immediately said, "Isn't this person the top student in Jing City's junior high school examination? His grades are good. I want to compare notes with him. Know yourself and know your enemy and you will never be defeated."
Ma Xiaoding was instantly in awe. Although he didn't know how to compare notes, he still told Song Yu everything he knew.
"I feel that Xie Sui is quite pitiful. His family should be very poor. He can wear a piece of clothing for three years. He's very antisocial and few people dare to approach him. After three years, he doesn't have a single friend. "
"In the beginning, some people approached him. After all, he's good-looking and has good grades. It's not a loss to be friends with him. But some people in the class who lived in the same neighborhood as Xie Sui often talked bad about Xie Sui's mother behind our backs. They said that Xie Sui's mother died of AIDS and jumped off a building. AIDS can be transmitted from mother to child. Xie Sui most likely has it too. Now, everyone in the class was scared. Anyway, Xie Sui never took the initiative to interact with others. Over time, he became an invisible person in the class. "
"Everyone deliberately ignored him, including the teachers. I didn't hear Xie Sui say anything in the three years of junior high school."
"He often slept in class. I heard that he didn't study at home and worked in a restaurant. A group of troublemakers in the class knew where he worked and collectively made things difficult for him. They talked loudly about AIDS and made Xie Sui lose his job. Xie Sui didn't say anything and suppressed his feelings. Once, when I came back from an Internet cafe, I saw Xie Sui's face and body covered in blood. He was supporting himself against a pillar and vomiting. "
"He …" Ma Xiaoding sighed. "He should be with a group of gangsters outside the school. He can get money by helping to fight a fight. But this money is exchanged with his life. "
Song Yu's face became colder and colder as he listened. He looked down and played with his phone.
Ma Xiaoding looked at the sky and continued, "Of course, I think those people are talking nonsense. AIDS is not something to joke about. They're too much. I wanted to help Xie Sui, but he's too cold and unapproachable. It takes half a day to get a reply from him. He probably doesn't want to talk to us. "
Song Yu suddenly remembered that the boy's hoarse "thank you" last night.
He sneered, switched to the navigation page, and entered Xie Sui's address.
Song Yu said, "It's not that he's unapproachable." It's just that his environment was too bad and he never felt any warmth. He was at a loss when it came to kindness and gentleness.
Ma Xiaoding said, "Huh?"
Song Yu jumped out of bed and said, "I'm going out. Tell my grandma that I'm going to buy some books."
Ma Xiaoding said, "???"
Song Yu paused and made up a random excuse. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I'm going to buy some books from Jing City to prepare for my lessons."
Ma Xiaoding said, "…"
Were all rich second-generation heirs these days so hardworking?
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