Urban Soldier Young Master

Chu Ge stuffed his mouth with food, chatting happily with Chang Shao'en, while internally sneering. This poser, even now, still pretending to be tough with me? Looks like your dad didn't hit you hard enough, did he?

After this night, the anger in Chu Ge's heart had already subsided a bit, because he knew that neither Huang Yourong nor Chang Xin would dare act recklessly again, no matter what. From now on, they would absolutely be meek and behave themselves in front of Mu Lingshan.

However, seeing Chang Xin's demeanor in front of him now, that suppressed anger surged up once more.

Oh, your dad Chang Shao'en could put aside his pride and offer a self-humiliating apology, staging a drama of beating his unfilial son in front of me. And now, at this moment, you know the importance of dignity? Why the hell didn't you think about it earlier?

Do you really think everyone in the world has to cater to you like your mom? People like this are in dire need of a good beating!

Slurping down a bite of noodles, Chu Ge saw Chang Shao'en not responding, only looking at him awkwardly. He pointed his chopsticks at a plate of poorly presented cornmeal buns and grinned at Chang Shao'en.

"Minister Chang, don't just sit there stunned? In your generation, you must have eaten these things as a kid, right? Want to try one? See if it's any different from what you had in your childhood?"

As he spoke, Chu Ge picked up a cornmeal bun, gesturing with his eyes at Chang Shao'en, until Chang Shao'en, with a face full of bitterness, picked one up as well. Only then did Chu Ge take a big bite, instantly amused again.

"I find it impressive how Chen Zhihao's hotel operates, intentionally making the cornmeal buns look unappealing even to dogs. It evokes a sense of remembering bitter days to appreciate the present. Inside, it's stuffed with abalone and fresh shrimp. This refined craft of using coarse grains is pushed to the limits, isn't it? Isn't this like selling dog meat under a sheep's head sign? Minister Chang, don't you think?"

Chang Shao'en had just picked up the bun. He was caught in a dilemma of whether to eat it or not, and upon hearing Chu Ge's words, his facial expression grew even uglier, yet he reluctantly nodded and agreed, saying, "Yes, yes..."

"Minister Chang, how does the saying go? Seems like 'glittering on the outside, rotting within'? Then should this cornmeal bun be called rotten outside but golden inside?"

Chu Ge took another bite of the bun, speaking with a chuckle, finally casting a very 'unintentional' glance at Chang Xin kneeling on the ground.

"Plop"

Chang Shao'en's chopsticks trembled, and the bun fell to the ground instantly. He finally understood why Chu Ge was harping on about this bun; he was clearly making insinuations, steering the topic towards his son's situation!

The cornmeal bun rolled to Chang Xin's side. Chu Ge redirected his gaze back to Chang Shao'en's face, giving another innocent smile, before standing up slowly from his chair.

"Oh, well, if the bun were glittering outside and rotten within, how would anyone eat it? Even the most good-natured person would probably be displeased, right?"

Chu Ge spoke leisurely, walking to Chang Xin's side, his right foot landing squarely on the cornmeal bun, tilting his heel slightly, grinding it as if extinguishing a cigarette.

"Moreover..." Chu Ge lowered his head, looking at the crushed bun under his foot, suddenly changing his tone, speaking lightly, "There probably aren't many genuinely good-tempered people inside this room, are there?"

After Chu Ge finished speaking, the temperature in the room seemed to drop significantly. Chang Shao'en shivered as he watched Chu Ge's back.

Soon after, Chang Shao'en's arms went limp at his sides, and he slumped softly into the chair. If his face had previously been filled with bitterness, it was now wholly replaced by despair, deep despair!

In an instant, it was as if Minister Chang, Chang Shao'en, at the peak of his life and career, aged ten years!

If Chang Shao'en was like this, there was even less need to mention Chang Xin. The understatement in Chu Ge's words was far more powerful than the slap and kicks from his father earlier!

The bun flattened under Chu Ge's foot seemed to transform into an effigy of him, with the scattered debris representing his shattered future!

Fear surged in Chang Xin's heart, like a tidal wave, swiftly erasing all of his stubbornness. Within seconds, cold sweat drenched his back.

The spot on his forehead where he'd hit it was still bleeding, and the wound throbbed more painfully after absorbing the cold sweat. Blood mixed with cold sweat, trickling down his forehead as if he'd just washed his face, some drops landing on the bun, making the scene even more terrifying for him.

After what felt like an eternity for the Chang family father and son, Chu Ge turned around, sat back in his previous chair, and flashed his trademark smile at Chang Shao'en. He lifted a porcelain cup filled with Moutai to toast Chang Shao'en, sipped the liquor slightly, and then resumed eating heartily with his chopsticks.

Scrape... scrape...

Chu Ge had only eaten a few bites when a small sound broke the silence in the room. Chang Xin, kneeling on the floor, moved inch by inch on his knees. His legs had become numb from kneeling and his movements were clumsy, but he hesitated not a bit and, without needing any instruction from Chang Shao'en, he made his way to Chu Ge's feet.

"Slap!" Chang Xin raised his hand and gave himself a hard slap. "Brother Chu, I was wrong. I beg you to be magnanimous and forgive me this once."

At this moment, Chang Xin used the word "brother" as if referring to a senior; it wasn't "Ge" referring to Chu Ge in particular. And he used all his strength for this slap. He never knew until now that he could hit himself so hard.

Chu Ge didn't say a word, nor did he glance at Chang Xin, and continued eating his food.

Chang Shao'en opened his mouth, but ultimately just sighed without saying anything, because he was well aware that this was all his son's own doing, and even if Chu Ge wanted to ruin Chang Xin, it wouldn't be too much.

"Slap!" Chang Xin's hand left another deep slap mark on his face, "Brother Chu, I'm not human, I'm despicable, I'm shameless, I failed to recognize a great person, I..."

Chang Xin kept talking, and the slaps continued to land on his face. His fair face soon became swollen, and the corner of his mouth was torn, with blood not only flowing down his mouth onto his body but also some running into his mouth.

After several clocks went by, Chang Xin's hand was already weak, and the words from his mouth began to be indistinct. Cold sweat and blood had pooled below him into a small puddle, but even so, he kept mustering his strength, slapping his own face fiercely, with each slap causing blood to spray everywhere.

"Burp"

Chu Ge burped contentedly, rubbed his belly, leaned back against the chair, crossed his legs, and finally looked down at Chang Xin, who was kneeling at his feet.

"Alright, you must be hungry too, right? Whatever you have to say, let's talk after you finish your meal."

Chang Xin's hand paused, and a glimmer of spirit suddenly appeared in his empty eyes. He looked up at Chu Ge for two seconds, forced a smile that was more unsightly than crying, and tried to stand up from the ground.

Chang Shao'en was also greatly relieved, as Chu Ge's words meant that this matter finally had a turn for the better!

Chang Xin's legs were completely numb from kneeling at this point. He used both his hands and feet, supporting himself with a chair, and with great effort, barely managed to stand up, but what Chu Ge said next left him utterly stunned.

Chu Ge looked puzzled, "Hey? Why are you standing up?"

"I...you..."

Chang Xin wanted to say, weren't you the one who told me to have a meal? How can I eat without standing up? Yet these words were swallowed back down, waiting to hear Chu Ge's further words.

Chu Ge took a sip of Maotai, smacked his lips, and glanced at the abalone and shrimp-stuffed bun that he had stomped to a pulp on the floor.

"Your meal, it's over there. Also, if standing is too tough, you don't need to force it, just crawl over and eat."

Chang Xin's pupils contracted, he could hardly believe his ears, and for a moment he stood frozen in place, then mechanically turned his neck after a few seconds to look at that bun.

"Chu... Ge..." Chang Shao'en clutched his chest and almost squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "Chang Xin has already done this much, there is no need to kill and humiliate any further, you... isn't this going too far?"

"Going too far?" Chu Ge laughed coldly, "Minister Chang, I'm afraid there are some things you don't know at all, right?"

"What should I know?" Chang Shao'en felt distressed for his son, at this point, he couldn't care about much and faced Chu Ge head-on, glaring angrily.

"Do you think your son just wanted to give me a hard time? Just wanted to frame Mu Lingshan?"

"Wasn't that the case?"

As soon as Secretary Mu's granddaughter Mu Lingshan was mentioned, Chang Shao'en suddenly calmed down a lot, his expression was no longer so agitated, and his tone also softened a bit.

Chu Ge laughed even colder, slammed the table with a "bang", raised his hand pointing at Chang Xin, and stared at Chang Shao'en, "There is no outsider here now, so I'll be straight with you! Your son wanted my life!"

Chang Shao'en was stunned for a second, frowned tightly, and said resolutely, "No, that's impossible!"

"Impossible? Ha! You really believe in this son of yours! If it weren't for those two policemen who cleverly locked the door and their skills being a bit weak, I would've been a ghost by now, there's no way I would be sitting here eating with you all!"

"Minister Chang, I respect you as a paragon of the education sector, but do you really understand your own son? Do you really think this is just a simple resentment dispute?"

As Chu Ge spoke, he grabbed Chang Xin's bloodstained collar, dragged him like a dead dog, and tossed him under that huge photograph of the founding leader, then yanked Chang Xin's hair, making him and the founding leader in the photo look each other in the eye.

Chang Shao'en shot up from his chair, looking at his son incredulously, "Chang Xin, this... what on earth is going on!"