Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander
Chapter 407 - 277: Rhythm Before Freedom

Chapter 407: Chapter 277: Rhythm Before Freedom

By the second watch, although I had said I wouldn’t stay up late again, I had promised to work until before dawn yesterday, and since Kaven had pushed hard during the day, I felt terribly embarrassed to break my word because of my own issues, so I stayed up again..

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Just as Xiao Bingqi realized he had become a eunuch and was furiously struggling to accept it, Zhou Mikang and Zhou Jingping were brought to the capital.

Father and son traveled in the same vehicle, remaining silent throughout the journey.

Why they were taken there remained unclear to both, and who exactly the accompanying personnel were was also unknown; however, the fact that they weren’t handcuffed was a relief.

Their destination was an ancient-looking house in the capital.

When the car stopped, the father and son exchanged glances, barely concealing their surprise; such a place did not seem like an office environment.

Their case had not been concluded. Bringing them to such a place, what was the meaning behind it?

Having settled the father and son in a tidy two-bedroom flat, the escorts left without a word, and they did not ask any questions.

"Dad, are you alright?" Zhou Mikang was the first to speak out.

"I’m fine." Zhou Jingping scanned his son and sighed in relief, "Seeing how you look, it seems you haven’t suffered much these days."

"It’s not that I haven’t suffered much; it’s that I literally haven’t suffered at all." Zhou Mikang curled his lips and recounted to his father the trouble Xiao Yuwen and his son had tried, unsuccessfully, to cause him.

Even if there were listening devices in this room, he wasn’t scared; these matters, he believed, were already known by those who should know. What he wanted now was to reassure his father a bit more.

After hearing his son’s story, Zhou Jingping wore a somewhat bitter smile, "You, my boy..." He really didn’t know what to say. Was what his son did wrong? Certainly not, but he couldn’t exactly praise him either.

"Are you feeling sorry for them?" Zhou Mikang’s voice carried a hint of displeasure; what he liked least was sometimes his father’s excess of kindness. Some people needed to be dealt with harshly; otherwise, they would only worsen, unable to kill you but able to make you utterly miserable.

"I’m not feeling sorry for them, it’s just..." Zhou Jingping coughed lightly, "Let’s drop this subject. See if there’s anything to eat; I’m hungry."

Zhou Mikang was exasperated, "We’re under surveillance, not at home."

"Is anyone watching?" Zhou Jingping spread his hands, "Since they dumped us here, there must be a reason for it. Anyway, we shouldn’t starve. Hurry up, go cook something!"

"I can’t." Zhou Mikang simply stated.

"How can you not?" Zhou Jingping glared at him, "During those years you studied abroad, you cooked for yourself; how can you claim you can’t now? What am I supposed to do if you can’t? I’ve never cooked before; am I supposed to starve to death?"

Zhou Mikang realized for the first time that his old man could be quite shameless. However, thinking about the relationship between the father and son over the years, he didn’t retort and instead turned and walked into the kitchen.

Zhou Jingping’s lips curled into a smile. No matter what the outcome, restoring his relationship with his son was the happiest thing in his life.

For the next two days, the father and son were left there, completely ignored.

Together in resolve, father and son never mentioned being abandoned and unattended; they knew that when the time came, someone would come. Thus, what they needed to do was to calmly accept everything.

Given the current circumstances, what else could they do?

Although they weren’t fish on a chopping board, options like escaping weren’t in their consideration at all. If it ever came to that point, they probably wouldn’t be treated like they were now—both father and son were aware of this.

On the third morning, two burly men came over, their faces expressionless. "Let’s go," one said before turning and walking away; the father and son immediately followed without hesitation.

After several turns, they entered a three-section courtyard. One of the men turned to Zhou Mikang, "Follow me." He led him to an empty room, then turned and left without further explanation.

Zhou Mikang’s face remained calm, but his tightly clenched fists revealed how tense he was. He was worried about his father, but he also understood that his father was not in danger.

Half an hour later, as Zhou Mikang grew increasingly restless, the man who had brought him returned, looked at him expressionlessly, and said, "Follow me."

He was led to a suite next door. In the main hall, the man motioned for him to wait and walked over to a red door, knocking lightly, "Chief, Zhou Mikang is here."

"Come in."

The voice belonged to an older man, authoritative yet tinged with warmth.

Zhou Mikang hurried forward. The man opened the door for him, nodding, "Please!"

The room was a study.

Behind the desk sat an elderly man, perhaps in his sixties, with a gentle smile on his face, nodding at Zhou Mikang. "Sit down and let’s talk."

"Yes!" Zhou Mikang answered loudly, sitting straight on the chair. A closer observation would reveal his legs trembling slightly.

"Good!" The old man smiled at him, "These past few days must have been tough for you."

Zhou Mikang straightened up, "Reporting to the Chief, I haven’t suffered any hardship!" His voice also had a slight tremor.

"Hmm," the old man nodded, "You’re not wrong, everyone who has tried to cause trouble has been incapacitated by you. You really haven’t been wronged."

"Reporting to the Chief, it was only self-defense."

"Self-defense? Haha..." The old man laughed heartily, "Boy, you have your great-grandfather’s style. Do you know why we’ve been ignoring you and your father these past few days?"

"I don’t know, but I trust that the Chief must have done it to protect us!"

The old man’s expression grew serious, "I’m glad you think so. Now, it’s all over. Go back and work hard. There are some things I could have arranged for you, but now, I want you to handle them yourself."

"Yes!" By this point, Zhou Mikang had a rough idea of who the old man was. Though his mind was still a jumble, he knew he wasn’t in a position to demand explanations given the old man’s status.

"Here is my phone number." The old man handed him a piece of paper, "Call this number if there’s an emergency."

Usually maintaining a stony expression, Zhou Mikang couldn’t help but show a touch of excitement.

The old man chuckled, "That’s more like it! You’re only in your twenties, after all. Why keep such a stern face, trying to scare who?"

"I...It’s not intentional, I was afraid you’d think I’m not mature enough," Zhou Mikang confessed, scratching his head awkwardly, a rare display of the nervousness typical of his age, "My legs have been trembling."

"Haha..." The old man laughed and waved his hand dismissively, "I’ll have the Long Xiangjun escort you back. You’ll understand soon why things were arranged this way."