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Chapter 342: Daddy is Not a Liar

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Daddy is Not a Liar

Zhu Haoming seemed to have expected this response, smiling and nodding, "Alright, thank you! I’ll wait over there, would that be fine?"

Years of trials had completely smoothed out the rough edges of Zhu Haoming.

In the past, he had also been arrogant and domineering, especially in front of Zhu Qianying and her daughter.

Only after Zhu Junwei returned to Mingxuan, did he slowly understand that his position in the Zhu Family, together with his mother and younger sister, wasn’t any different from Zhu Qianying and her daughter.

"Young Master Yan!"

Finally spotting Young Master Yan coming out of the elevator, Zhu Haoming immediately stood up to greet him.

Young Master Yan glanced at him, merely giving a slight nod without even formally addressing him.

In terms of seniority, he should actually be addressing Zhu Haoming as ’brother’.

But in his eyes, the people of the Zhu Family had no relation to Zhu Qianying at all.

"Young Master Yan, can I take a little bit of your time to talk?"

This time Young Master Yan finally spoke, but it was a ruthless refusal, "I don’t have time!"

"Young Master Yan..."

Zhu Haoming wanted to catch up, but was stopped by the two bodyguards following Young Master Yan. He could only watch helplessly as Young Master Yan walked out of the Yanhuang premises.

"Song Lu, I find it strange, why did Young Master Yan suddenly target us?"

Although the few hotels in L City belonging to the Mingxuan Group were still shut down, and Zhu Junwei was still in the intensive care unit, Zhu Haoming felt that if those rumors were true and they were the doings of Young Master Yan, it was probably because Zhu Junwei had offended Young Master Yan by using some underhanded means, right?

As for him, he believed he didn’t have any grievances with Zhu Qianying ever since she formed a relationship with Young Master Yan five years ago.

Out of the blue, why would Young Master Yan suddenly target him?

"Thud!"

The sound of a cup hitting the ground broke forth. Zhu Haoming lifted his head and saw Fang Caiping standing not far away - at her feet, a shattered cup and a puddle of tea.

"Mom, are you alright?" Zhu Haoming quickly got up and walked over.

"I... I’m fine..." Fang Caiping lowered her head, not daring to look at her son.

"Mom, Song Lu is alright, you don’t need to worry."

Zhu Haoming assumed that his mother was still worried about Song Lu and comforted her.

Fang Caiping gave a hum of acknowledgement, and then hurriedly walked off.

Several minutes later, she returned with a tray again, carrying a teapot and two cups.

"Haoming, what happened to Young Master Yan... just now?"

Remembering the incident that happened in the supermarket yesterday, Fang Caiping still felt a chill run down her spine.

Zhu Haoming eyed her in silence for a moment, thought about it for a while, and eventually recounted the events in brief.

If Young Master Yan could attack the Song Family, then even the training institution might not be safe.

Fang Caiping’s face paled significantly, and she remained silent for a long time.

"Mom, I’m telling you this to prepare you for the possibility; it appears Young Master Yan is targeting the Zhu family, and as for the training institution...."

Zhu Haoming knew he had scared his mother, but he needed to make her aware of the issue. Naturally, he hoped he could find a solution, but at the moment, chances seemed slim.

"Haoming..." After hesitating for a while, Fang Caiping finally mustered the courage to pull her son onto the balcony and recounted everything that had happened at the supermarket the day before, from start to end.

This time, it was Zhu Haoming’s turn to go pale.

"Mom, you’re saying you called Young Master Yan’s son a basta~rd right in front of his face?"

Fang Caiping could only nod stiffly, "Haoming, how was I supposed to know..."

Previously, Zhu Haoming thought the situation was bleak but held on to a slight glimmer of hope.

But now, he felt there was absolutely no chance of reversing the situation.

...

Young Master Yan returned to the Yan Family mansion at around eleven. He asked the driver to park the car directly in front of the house, and as soon as he got out, he saw his baby boy standing upright in the corridor at the end of the driveway, one hand on his waist, the little face pointing at something, seemingly giving commands.

Young Master Yan found it amusing; such a little thing, only about four years old, stood there looking quite authoritative and imposing.

Upon getting closer, he realized that ’little thing’ was instructing the servants on how to hang lanterns.

"Uncle, move a bit to the left, yes, that’s right..."

Young Master Yan found it increasingly amusing. Since when did his house hire such a small butler?

"Baby boy, are you helping Grandpa Hai with work?"

Young Master Yan came up behind the little boy unexpectedly, wrapping his arms around his waist to lift him up.

"Not really..." Surprisingly, the little master didn’t struggle and, after finishing his sentence, turned his head to look at him. Then, his chubby little hand stretched out right under Young Master Yan’s eyes.

"Where’s my red envelope?"

Young Master Yan pinched his nose, "Little greedy gut, you’re exactly like your Mommy!"

Like mother, like son; this money-driven nature was clearly a legacy from Zhu Qianying.

"Skip the nonsense, do you have it or not?"

The little boy insouciantly pushed his hand closer to his vision, seemingly ready to flip on Young Master Yan if he claimed to not have it.

"Of course I do, an especially large one. However, the red envelope isn’t for free. Kiss Daddy one more time and I’ll give you the red envelope, deal?"

Young Master Yan noticed that his son, while acting cool, was at least willing to respond to him now. So, he boldly seized the opportunity to play with his son.

Who wouldn’t seize an opportunity for a benefit? Only a fool would do that!

However, the little boy proved to be a proud one and swiftly pulled his hand back to his side. He swung his little legs and struggled to get to the ground.

"Put me down!"

The little boy spoke so seriously that Young Master Yan didn’t dare to further annoy this ’ancestor’. He quickly put him down to see him standing there with hands on his waist, his fingers poking straight into Yan’s face.

"You broke your promise; I despise you!"

Young Master Yan was left speechless!

"Little ancestor, how did I break my promise?"

"There you go!" The ’little ancestor’ stuck his waist out, a veritable image of authority, "Wasn’t it you who said kissing once would earn a red envelope this morning?"

Suppressing his laughter, Young Master Yan quickly nodded his head, "Yes, that was me!"

"Then did you give me the red envelope?" The ’little ancestor’ squinted up at him.

"Daddy didn’t say I wouldn’t give it, I just said that one more kiss would get you the envelope!" Concealing his amusement, Young Master Yan continued the banter, intrigued to see how his son intended to ’sentence’ him.

The ’little ancestor’ lifted his chin, "There you go, a typical old scammer, always tricking the young boy!"

Then, with with an air of disdain, he glanced at Young Master Yan and turned to leave.

Young Master Yan, who had been insulted as an old scammer, almost choked on his own saliva.

He was merely trying to coax another kiss; was that enough to earn him the title of an old scammer? Wouldn’t those who deceive others for wealth or lust be condemned to the lowest depths of hell for eternity?

"Little ancestor, Daddy is not an old scammer!" Young Master Yan’s indignation almost compelled him to swear on it.