Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander
Chapter 375 - 259: Father and Son Share the Same Fate (Happy National Day in Advance~)_3

Chapter 375: Chapter 259: Father and Son Share the Same Fate (Happy National Day in Advance~)_3

Caught off guard, Xiao Bingqi had no strength to fight back.

Jing Zhe, who had not started the car yet, looked at Xiao Bingqi, who couldn’t get up after being kicked, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He started the car, moved slowly forward, and stuck his head out towards Lin Yanqiu, "Aunt Lin, make way, please. I need to get through."

After giving two more kicks, Lin Yanqiu stepped back a few steps and gestured to Jing Zhe, "There’s a dog on the road, be careful not to run over it."

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In Mei Changqing’s office, Xiao Bingqi, with his face swollen like a pig’s head, was tearfully and snotfully complaining, "Secretary, you must help me get revenge. The Jing Family and Zhou family are really too bullying, this matter, it’s not that I can’t bear it, they are just too oppressive..."

Mei Yitong, sitting nearby, looked Xiao Bingqi up and down, a vague smile hanging on his lips. After Xiao Bingqi finished speaking, Mei Yitong first glanced at his father, Mei Changqing, who sat there expressionless, then said, "Director Xiao, you’re too honest, why did you just let her beat you up? To think you ended up like this trying to find a place for your son, that’s pretty weak."

"Yitong, you don’t know how fierce that woman can be, if you encountered her..."

Mei Yitong interrupted him, "Don’t use me as a comparison. I wouldn’t do what you did, and certainly not what your son did."

Glancing at Mei Changqing’s expression, Xiao Bingqi slapped himself, his face grimacing in pain, "Yes, yes, I got too carried away with the comparison, it’s my fault, all my fault."

Mei Changqing waved him off, "Okay, I’ve heard enough, go get yourself to the hospital, and take good care of yourself."

"Sir..." Xiao Bingqi, not having received a definite answer, was somewhat unwilling.

"Go on." Mei Changqing waved his hand, "You must believe, I will handle this ’by the book’."

"Yes, sir." Xiao Bingqi could only withdraw.

As the sound of footsteps faded, Mei Yitong looked at his father, "Dad, have you made up your mind?"

"Yes." Mei Changqing looked at his son, "No matter what you think, at times like this, it’s important to know what’s important and what’s not."

"I understand." Mei Yitong stood up and waved his hand, "Then I’ll get busy." At the door, he turned back to sigh at Mei Changqing, "Dad, it really disappoints me that you don’t trust me. Don’t you know what kind of person your son is?" After saying this, he opened the door and dashed out.

"This kid." A loving smile appeared on Mei Changqing’s face. Just then, the phone on the desk rang. After it rang three times, he picked it up, nodded a few times, and his face showed relief, followed by a deep sigh.

It’s darkest before the dawn, old pal, hang in there!

In a room with only a bed and a table, Zhou Jingping sat on the edge of the bed, resting with his eyes closed.

It had been nearly half a month, with no interrogation or questioning. If it weren’t for the daily delivery of meals, he would have even doubted if he had been forgotten.

But this was also good. It meant that things hadn’t taken a turn for the worse or the better.

In a similarly structured room, Zhou Mikang sat in almost the same posture as Zhou Jingping. Except for the day he had beaten Xiao Yuwen, he hadn’t seen anyone else.

Even the guards at the door didn’t come in.

He had never experienced such a situation, but his father had. From what he knew of his father’s past experiences, this indicated that their faction had undergone a change.

Or rather, the person they supported was hesitating whether to abandon them.

The other side was waiting for that person’s decision.

What would happen to them would depend on that decision.

Suddenly, soft footsteps and speaking voices were heard outside the door. Then, the door was gently pushed open with a creak.

A sliver of sunlight streamed in through the crack, Zhou Mikang, with his eyes still closed, recognized who had entered by the sound. His face showed no hint of emotion. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)