Chapter 4: A Farewell Wave

  Although Wen Ze didn't know about Zuo Yu Xi's background, she could see that at such a young age, she was already the deputy director of the Education Bureau. There must be someone backing her up. However, in her previous life, Zuo Yu Xi had still been forced to a tragic end, which meant that the person she had offended was extremely powerful and their feud was irreconcilable.

  That little rascal obviously wasn't just passing by and got excited, but came prepared to rush towards Zuo Yu Xi. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so nervous that his body became stiff. And what about those so-called passersby? How did it happen that someone just happened to take a photo of Zuo Yu Xi being assaulted, and then it conveniently spread out?

  He had been paying attention to the front and back of Dong Street Hutong for a long time, but there was no ghostly figure. Although it's said that without coincidence, nothing can be done, too many coincidences coming together is an inevitability within chance. To say that there was no one manipulating things from behind, he wouldn't believe it even if you beat him to death.

  What to consider now is whether or not to warn Zuo Yu Xi, and whether she would believe his words. Wen Cheng was completely unaware of the strengths of both parties, and rashly getting involved might end up bringing disaster upon himself.

  After a moment of contemplation, Wen Xiang decided not to speak for the time being. Zuo Yu Xi had been through a lot tonight and would naturally be more cautious in her actions from now on. Her opponent wanted to wait for another opportunity to strike, but it was unknown when that would be, so she might as well just wait and see.

  "Sister, since you're fine now, I'll leave first. It's late and I need to hurry back home." Wen Xun turned around to leave, but Zuo Yuxi grabbed him and said in a bad tone: "You're going home like this?"

  He couldn't help but laugh as he looked down at his bare upper body. His short sleeves had been given to Yu Xi, and after being pressed to the ground by Wen Yuan for half a day, his hair was disheveled, his pants were covered in mud stains and footprints, and his sweat was mixed with dust, making him look like a muddy monkey.

  "Good grief, you've got a lot of nerve! I'm afraid I'm not much better than that person, maybe even more like a bad guy?"

  Yu Xi stroked his hair, her slender fingers gliding over his scalp, a faint numbness rising quietly from the crown of her head, and she smiled with pursed lips, showing a thousand charms.

  "Come on, sister's house is not far from here, I'll help you wash your clothes and dry them for a few minutes. Hmm... or you can take a bath, look at how dirty you are..."

  Wen Cheng's eyes were as sharp as a military satellite, and with one glance at Zuo Yu Xi's expression, he knew she was hesitant. It was understandable, after all, Wen Cheng was only 16 years old, and Zuo Yu Xi had just gone through something, so it was natural for her to have some doubts about bringing a man home.

  Wen Xiang smiled and patted his chest, making an OK gesture: "I was raised to be independent, if I didn't make it like this, I wouldn't have come home at all. Mom is already used to it, don't worry! You should also hurry up and leave, I'm leaving!"

  He turned around and left, even waving his hand back at him with a flourish. Li Yu Xi couldn't help but feel guilty for his earlier hesitation. He was still just a kid, and he had gotten himself into that state in order to save him? And yet he had been wary of him; he was so clever, he must have sensed it.

  As she thought of this, Zuo Yuxi hastily lifted her head. The long alley was cold and quiet, where had the young man's figure gone? It wasn't until now that she realized she didn't even know the name of the person who had saved her life...

  Ten minutes after Zuo Yu Xi drove away, two vans sped over and stopped with a screech at the place where Santana had just parked. A group of burly men jumped out of the van, rushed into the alley, dragged out the still unconscious young punk, threw him onto the van and took him away.

  Wen Qian pushed open the door, and the small three-bedroom apartment seemed unchanged. The simple and elegant white floor tiles, the warm and soft yellow pendant lamp, a large marble dining table squeezed between the kitchen and living room partition, his father was still curled up on the sofa, flipping through dull policy documents. Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, he didn't even lift his head. Wen Qian understood that his somewhat weak personality had never been to his father's liking. In his previous life, he often clashed with his father due to being disciplined too harshly, and the two would give each other the cold shoulder. It wasn't until Wen Qian started working that their relationship began to ease up.

  But it's also good this way, just in time to sneak into the room and change clothes, quietly making my way to the bedroom, when I suddenly heard

  "Ah-ya!"

  He lifted his left foot high and it seemed to freeze in mid-air, as if time had stopped. He turned around with a bitter face, and saw his father, Wen Huai Ming, sitting sternly on the sofa.

  "I think you should explain. What's going on with your shirt? Be a man, dare to take responsibility and don't always be thinking of getting away with it by luck. Tell me, what kind of trouble did you get into outside?"

  To change the way he used to be before rebirth, Wen Jie definitely felt extremely disgusted with Wen Huai Ming's way of speaking. When faced with this problem, one could either softly resist and not say a word, or harden up and talk back, but the result would only be that the older person would get angrier and the younger person more annoyed. Now Wen Jie knew that in fact Old Wen was hoping he could stir up some trouble and not always have a timid and fearful appearance. Therefore, at this time when dealing with the father-son relationship, he would adopt a third approach: nonsense!

  "Dad, I didn't do anything wrong. I was just taking a nap in the small park outside and when I woke up, some bastard had stolen my short-sleeved shirt. The security in Qingzhou is really bad! Does your policy research department handle this kind of thing? Why don't you make it a research topic, Dad?"

  This remark was a mix of attack and defense, turning the tables on Old Wen, leaving him stunned. He had never heard his son speak to him like that before. However, the security situation in Qingzhou was indeed very poor, and even taking a stroll could result in losing one's clothes. With so many people out and about at night, who knows how much stuff gets lost in one evening? Bringing this up as a topic of conversation would be a joke, but it might still be worth mentioning to Director Meng tomorrow.

  In an instant, Wen Huiming's train of thought had been successfully diverted by Wen Qian. Looking at his son's dirty appearance, he didn't feel as angry, but still warned: "Although you did well on the middle school exam, with your usual grades, you can get into Qingyi Middle School. Dad knows you've worked hard for half a year. However, this is just the first step of a long journey, and there's still a long way to go. Once you're in high school, you'll be a big kid, and you must focus on your studies, avoid complacency and impatience, and only then can you get into a good university..."

  "Alright, alright," Wen Xiang rushed over and sat on the armrest of the sofa, putting one hand on Old Wen's shoulder, and laughed: "Only by getting into a good university can I have a good future. Don't worry, Dad, I understand. I will definitely work hard to study and strive to become your boss within 20 years, haha."

  Wen Huaiming let out a snort of laughter and immediately put on a serious face, humming a sound.

  With a careless and swaggering wave of his hand, he walked towards his own room, singing: "I want this sky to no longer block my eyes, hum ha hei, I want this earth to no longer bury my heart, hum ha hei..."

  Wen Huai Ming stared blankly at Wen Qian's back, a strange emotion surged in his heart. The Wen Qian in front of him seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, but this feeling was actually not bad!