Pei Dongcheng's face was deathly pale. Clutching his chest, he gasped heavily for air.
Whenever he closed his eyes, his mind filled with the image of that punk wearing tight pants with a third eye drawn on his forehead, along with the phrase echoing madly in his skull: "Oi, Old geezer!"
It was too mind-blowing.
In his life as a businessman, Pei Dongcheng had weathered countless storms. Whether being stabbed in the back by competitors or having partners abscond with funds, he had never blinked an eye.
But today, he felt his strong heart being repeatedly run over by that noisy scooter.
"Xiaoxue!"
Pei Dongcheng turned to stare dead at his biological daughter, his fingers trembling. "You... you're usually so obedient, so smart, how could you... how could you be so blind as to fall for a thing like that?!"
Pei Ningxue stood in the middle of the living room, twisting the hem of her shirt with both hands.
She kept her head down, her long hair hiding her cheeks.
Hearing her father's questioning, Pei Ningxue took a deep breath and adjusted her emotions.
When she looked up again, her eyes were slightly red, her gaze filled with the stubbornness and stupidity of a girl hopelessly blinded by love.
"Dad, you can't talk about Hansheng like that."
Pei Ningxue's voice choked with sobs, carrying a hint of defensiveness. "Although he has no money, no education, and dresses a bit avant-garde, he treats me well! He truly loves me!"
"Loves my ass!" Pei Dongcheng cursed outright. "He loves your money! He loves our family's fortune!"
"That's not true!"
Pei Ningxue took a step forward, acting as if she were possessed by an award-winning actress, shedding tears as she spoke. "Hansheng said that if our family disagrees, he'll take me away. He said he has connections at an electronics factory and can arrange for me to work on the assembly line. Even though I'm a novice, as long as I'm willing to endure hardships, I can earn over four thousand a month with the perfect attendance bonus."
"He also said the factory provides room and board. Although the dorm is for eight people, has no air conditioning, and has a few more mosquitoes in the summer, as long as I can be with him, I'm willing to eat instant noodles every day!"
"Fasten screws on an assembly line?"
Pei Dongcheng's vision went dark, and he almost passed out again.
His precious daughter, whom he had carefully cultivated for eighteen years, who had reached level ten in piano, mastered three foreign languages, and was about to attend Peking University, was going to an electronics factory to fasten screws?
"What a sin!" Pei Dongcheng collapsed onto the sofa and closed his eyes in despair.
It was over.
It was all over.
His daughter had been completely brainwashed.
In moments of extreme despair, the human brain often seeks a compensatory mechanism.
Suddenly, the figure of another young man appeared in Pei Dongcheng's mind.
That was Chen Zhi, who wore a clean school uniform, spoke in a slightly aggravating but highly logical manner, and had scored first place in the entire province.
There is no harm without comparison.
Previously, Pei Dongcheng felt that Chen Zhi's family background was average, that he was unworthy of his daughter, and was just a toad lusting after swan meat.
But now, compared to that Chen Hansheng who wore studded loafers, had a third eye drawn on his head, rode a noisy scooter, and wanted to take his daughter to fasten screws...
That Chen Zhi was simply an angel!
He was simply the most perfect son-in-law in the world!
At least Chen Zhi was handsome! At least Chen Zhi had a high IQ! At least Chen Zhi wouldn't draw an eye on his forehead and call him Old geezer!
"Xiaoxue..."
Pei Dongcheng tremblingly opened his eyes, his tone suddenly becoming humble. "What about that provincial top scorer? You know, Chen Zhi. Weren't you getting along quite well with him before?"
Pei Ningxue froze for a moment, secretly thinking to herself that the moment had finally come.
She sniffled and pretended to look disgusted. "Dad, why bring him up? Chen Zhi is too boring. He only knows how to study all day and isn't romantic at all. He's nothing like Hansheng, who takes me riding on his scooter to roar through the streets. It's so cool."
"Cool my ass!"
Pei Dongcheng grew anxious and bounced right off the sofa. "What's wrong with being good at studying? If a man doesn't study, what should he do? Do cringe street dances?!"
"Let me tell you, Pei Ningxue, your current aesthetics have severely deviated!"
Pei Dongcheng paced back and forth in the living room in heartache, pointing out the door and shouting loudly, "That Chen Zhi, although his family's conditions are far from ours, he is at least the top student in the province! He's a seed for Peking University! His future is limitless! How could you... how could you pick up a sesame seed and throw away a watermelon?"
Pei Ningxue had achieved her goal, but she still had to pretend to be reluctant. "But didn't you look down on Chen Zhi before? You even insisted that I go to some cocktail party to meet those rich second-generation heirs..."
"You're not going! You're not going to any of them!"
After being frightened like this tonight, he had completely figured things out.
To hell with commercial marriages and family development.
As long as his daughter didn't go fasten screws with that Chen Hansheng, as long as she could find a normal human being, Pei Dongcheng felt he could accept anything.
"Starting today, that commercial cocktail party is canceled! And you don't have to study business either. You can study whatever you want!"
Pei Dongcheng walked up to Pei Ningxue, grabbed his daughter's shoulders with both hands, and spoke earnestly, even with a hint of pleading. "Dad only has one request: break it off with that Chen Hansheng. Break it off completely and cleanly!"
"As for that child, Dad will handle it. We'll go to the best hospital, and from now on, neither of us will ever mention this matter again."
"As for dating..."
Pei Dongcheng gritted his teeth and made the biggest concession of his life. "Once you get to Peking University, you can date whoever you want. Even if it's that Chen Zhi... Dad won't object anymore. As long as he's a normal person, as long as he doesn't wear studded loafers, Dad will support you!"
Set against the backdrop of Chen Hansheng, Pei Dongcheng now found anyone to be incredibly pleasing to the eye.
Pei Ningxue blinked and asked hesitantly, "Really? You won't force me to go to the cocktail party? You won't force me to go abroad?"
"I won't! As long as you dump that blonde punk with the noisy scooter!" Pei Dongcheng vowed solemnly.
"Then... then I'll think about it."
Pei Ningxue nodded reluctantly. "Actually, Hansheng recently said he doesn't want to raise a child and wants me to get an abortion. Since you've put it this way, I'll listen to you this once and break up with him."
"Break up! You must break up! The sooner the better!" Pei Dongcheng let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just walked back from the gates of hell.
...
Half an hour later.
At a roadside barbecue stall less than five hundred meters away from the Pei family's villa district.
Smoke billowed, and the noise of the crowd boiled over.
Chen Zhi sat on a greasy plastic stool, a large plate of skewers and several empty water bottles placed in front of him.
He had already taken off that suffocatingly tight Polo shirt, wearing only the white short-sleeved shirt underneath, and he had rolled up his tight pants above his knees.
"Boss, ten more lamb skewers!"
Chen Zhi yelled while holding a bottle of iced mineral water, scrubbing his forehead desperately.
The quality of that two-yuan eyebrow pencil was surprisingly good, being both waterproof and sweatproof. He scrubbed until his forehead turned red, but that third eye still left a faint mark.
"Damn it, how is this thing harder to wash off than a tattoo."
Chen Zhi complained as he picked up a lamb skewer and took a vicious bite.
Just then, the phone on the table vibrated.
Bad Woman: [The Old geezer has been tamed by you. Mr. Chen Hansheng, you have done a great service.]
Bad Woman: [He is no longer forcing me to attend banquets, nor is he forcing me to study business. He even said that as long as I don't get together with that guy who draws the third eye, he would accept it even if I end up with a beggar.]
Chen Zhi looked at the messages on his screen, a smug smile curling at the corner of his lips.
Mr. Lu Xun once said: If you want to open a window, people will definitely not allow it. But if you propose tearing off the roof, they will gladly agree to open the window.
Chen Hansheng was the one tearing off the roof.
Chen Zhi wiped the grease off his hands and replied: [Of course, just look at who you're dealing with. Remember to settle the final payment. I made a huge sacrifice to help you out.]
Bad Woman: [My benefactor's grace is so profound, this humble girl has no way to repay you.]
Bad Woman: [Transfer: 50,000 yuan]
Bad Woman: [This pocket change is for Hansheng to buy some loafers. As for Brother Chen Zhi's sacrifice...]
Bad Woman: [How about I have a real baby for you? Anyway, my dad has already contacted the hospital, so it would be a waste not to use it.]
"Pfft—"
Next update tonight

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