Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 100 - 100 096 The Fierce-Tempered Elder Master Li

100: Chapter 096 The Fierce-Tempered Elder Master Li 100: Chapter 096 The Fierce-Tempered Elder Master Li After scolding Li Bangzhe away, Old Master Li still hadn’t cooled off and continued to curse loudly.

Li Zhaojun, with a worried look on her face, pleaded, “Grandpa, please calm down.

He’s already gone.

You need to be careful not to hurt yourself.”

Liu Tiezhu, who had been cooking in the kitchen, came out and joined Li Zhaojun in trying to calm Old Master Li.

Old Master Li cursed some more, then turned his head to Liu Tiezhu and said, “Tiezhu, hand me my phone!”

“Old chief, what are you…” Liu Tiezhu asked.

Old Master Li glared at him and snapped, “Just bring it here, why all the useless chatter!”

Sprayed with saliva, Liu Tiezhu had no choice but to obediently fetch the phone for Old Master Li, “Old chief, who do you want to call?”

“Of course, that scoundrel Li Hongmin!” Old Master Li replied.

Li Hongmin was indeed Li Bangzhe’s father.

Liu Tiezhu quickly found Li Hongmin’s mobile number, dialed it, and then handed the phone to Old Master Li.

Old Master Li took the phone and held it to his ear.

Soon, the call connected.

Because it was an elderly-friendly phone, the voice that came through was loud enough for Ye Fan and others to clearly hear a middle-aged man’s voice, “Dad, you were looking for me?”

“Li Hongmin, how did you raise your son?” Old Master Li yelled into the phone.

The voice on the phone responded, “Dad, did Bangzhe upset you?”

“He nearly killed me with anger!” Old Master Li exclaimed angrily, “Such a young age and dressed in extravagance, acting like a spoiled landlord’s heir!

Even boasting about being noble, bah!

Your father used to be a cowherder!

How could I have produced such a useless son who can’t even discipline his own child!

Huh?

Cough cough cough…”

As he scolded, he couldn’t help but burst into a violent cough.

Frightened, Li Zhaojun hurried to pat the old man’s back, and Liu Tiezhu anxiously massaged the cough-relieving acupoints on the old man’s body.

On the other end of the line, Li Hongmin was so scared that he quickly yelled, “Dad, please calm down, calm down.

I will definitely discipline Bangzhe strictly, get rid of his bad habits, and correct his erroneous ways!

Dad, you must take care of your health…”

After a while, Old Master Li barely managed to stop his coughing and said into the phone, “You better do it!

If I were to die from anger in a few years, none of you will have good days ahead!”

“Dad, you have to take care of yourself.

I’ll call right now to order Bangzhe to come back, to be beaten for three days and nights, and then be grounded for half a year to make him reform,” Li Hongmin said anxiously.

Although Old Master Li had long moved away from the political center of power, if he really passed away, the Li family would at least suffer a severe blow, making life very difficult and possibly even getting kicked out of the game.

“Hmph!” Old Master Li grunted heavily and hung up the phone.

Meanwhile, after Li Bangzhe had fled the living room in disgrace, he walked down from the red-walled villa, took a few steps, then turned and looked at the villa.

Remembering how he had just been scolded, hit by objects, and driven out, his face twisted in anger.

Having been born with a silver spoon, when had anyone ever dared to curse him to his face like this?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

“Ptooey!” He spat at the red-walled villa and muttered to himself furiously, “Old or not, I kindly came to visit you, yet you insult and drive me out.

Don’t expect me to come again!”

Then, he thought of Ye Fan, his teeth clenched in fury, “Ye Fan, it’s your fault I ended up like this.

You must pay the price!

If I don’t completely ruin you, then I don’t deserve the Li name!”

After vowing this, he turned and walked towards the parking lot.

He got into the luxurious, flashy Ferrari, and just as he started the engine, a ringtone chimed from the designer bag’s phone.

Taking out the phone, he saw it was a call from his father, Li Hongmin.

He immediately turned off the car and then answered the phone.

As soon as he picked up the phone, a scathing curse burst from it, bursting his eardrums, “Li Bangzhe, fuck your mother!

Who let you anger the old man?

It’s bad enough you loaf around all day not learning anything, but to embarrass us in front of the old man too!

Get your ass back to Beijing immediately, if you’re late by even half a day, I’ll break your fucking legs!”

“Yes,” Li Bangzhe replied, disheartened.

That night, Li Bangzhe flew back to Beijing, where Li Hongmin chased him around the yard with a stick and beat him all night.

If it hadn’t been for his mother crying and pulling Li Hongmin away, he would have probably ended up in the hospital.

Next, Li Hongmin froze all of Li Bangzhe’s bank and credit cards, confiscated his cell phone, and grounded him for six months until the Spring Festival, when he finally regained his freedom.

However, Li Bangzhe harbored no regrets.

He swore revenge and held a deep grudge against Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun, vowing to get even once he was free.

…

Due to that incident, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun didn’t leave the “Red Wall Mansion” until after ten o’clock at night.

When they returned to the villa’s main hall, Ye Fan thought Li Zhaojun would go straight upstairs like before, so he headed straight to his room as usual.

“Wait!” Li Zhaojun called from behind.

Surprised, Ye Fan stopped, turned around, and asked, “What’s up?”

“Thanks for tonight,” Li Zhaojun said tersely and formally.

Ye Fan chuckled, “No thanks needed.

Your cousin naturally annoys people.

If it weren’t for you, I would’ve beaten him so badly he wouldn’t recognize his own mother.”

“Next time, don’t hesitate on my account; just hit him,” Li Zhaojun said.

Ye Fan was taken aback by Li Zhaojun’s unexpectedly sinister words; he laughed and said, “Sure thing.

From now on, it’s a beating every time I see him!

Heh heh, wifey, did he used to bully you a lot?”

“Bang!

Bang!”

He patted his chest vigorously, laughing, “Don’t worry, your husband will avenge you!”

“Superficial!” Li Zhaojun huffed on the surface, but she felt a warmth inside, thinking to herself that he wasn’t completely useless after all.

Ye Fan grinned, not minding the difference between Li Zhaojun’s words and heart.

“Everything good, then?

I’m off to shower; I’m dead tired,” he said, stretching lazily in an unsightly manner.

Li Zhaojun slightly disapproved, eyeing the clothes on Ye Fan, and said, “You should dress appropriately for the situation.

You should really consider changing what you wear usually.”

“I think my clothes are pretty good,” Ye Fan looked down at his attire.

Li Zhaojun huffed softly without further comment, turned her pretty face up, and walked towards the stairs to the second floor.

Watching Li Zhaojun’s enticing figure, with her hips swaying slightly as she walked, Ye Fan glanced down at his clothes again and muttered, “Are my clothes really that bad?

A subject of public ridicule.

Eh, forget it, tomorrow I’ll make some time and just buy a few sets of clothes.”

Suddenly, he looked up and called out to Li Zhaojun’s retreating figure, “Hey, Li the Beauty, I’m going shopping for clothes tomorrow, are you coming with me?”

Li Zhaojun stopped in her tracks, waited two to three seconds, then coldly said without turning, “I’m busy!”

Then she continued upstairs.

After Li Zhaojun had gone upstairs, Ye Fan muttered quietly, “Pfft, tells me to change clothes but doesn’t accompany me to shop.

Forget it, I’m not desperate.

Uh, tomorrow I’ll find another beauty to go with!”