Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 98 - 98 97 Jealous Because I'm Handsome

98: Chapter 97 Jealous Because I’m Handsome 98: Chapter 97 Jealous Because I’m Handsome “Shishi, are you going to stay here and listen?” Song Yun turned around and asked.

Li Shishi was momentarily startled, realizing that Song Yun had something private to say to Wang Dong.

So she drained her cup of tea and said, “I think Auntie is about to come back, I’ll wait for her in the hall.”

“En, your aunt has always been fond of you since you were little.

She will definitely be very happy to know you’re here,” Wang Dong said affectionately as he watched Li Shishi.

But Song Yun saw something unusual in Wang Dong’s eyes; that affectionate look seemed to carry a hint of…

it was as if he was looking at a daughter-in-law.

Exactly, looking at a daughter-in-law.

Could it be that Wang Dong had some ulterior motives regarding Li Shishi?

Once Li Shishi had left, Wang Dong relaxed completely in his chair.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the bottom drawer of the table, which was locked, and asked, “Care for one?”

“I’ll take one, sure,” Song Yun got up, took Wang Dong’s cigarette, and after lighting it for him, noted that it was completely handmade.

Smelling it at the tip of his nose, he said with a laugh, “Uncle Wang, you really do have excellent taste.

This is ‘Guandong Black Widow,’ isn’t it?

It’s not easy to find genuine dry tobacco like this nowadays.”

Wang Dong did not expect Song Yun to guess correctly at once and laughed after a brief surprise, “Nephew Song also has good taste, to be able to identify the variety of dry tobacco by smell.”

“My old man always likes to smoke dry tobacco with his pipe.

‘Guandong Black Widow’ and ‘Mohe tobacco shreds’ have the strongest kick; he smokes them often, so over time I’ve come to know a bit about the different kinds of dry tobacco,” Song Yun explained.

“Ha ha, it seems the old man also has a disposition for it.

What’s the point of regular cigarettes?

You suck a couple of times, and that’s it.

I remember when I used to visit the rural areas in the Northeast for inspections, the old folks there would squat under the house beams puffing on their dry tobacco pipes.”

Song Yun cursed in his heart that Wang Dong had the nerve, taking a topic he threw out and latching onto it.

Moreover, Wang Dong totally avoided the topic he intended to discuss.

“Yeah, my old man’s not capable of much.

He just loves wearing silk and smoking his big pipe.

So much so that ever since I returned, smoking the cigarettes here just doesn’t do it for me,” Song Yun said with a laugh, thinking if you won’t mention it, old man, I won’t either.

We’ll just drag this out.

Right now, I’m supposed to discuss some serious business with you; maybe I’ll support you in this term change.

But if you keep pissing me off, I won’t support you; wouldn’t it be better to back someone else who could offer more benefits to me?

Both men had their own machinations, each probing and testing the other.

But what gave Wang Dong pause was that the ‘old man’ Song Yun mentioned most was unknown to him.

Being called ‘old man’ could mean two things: just a regular family elder, or the pillar of a large clan.

Having such an elder in a major family was a sign of fortune, as each day they lived extended the time others would have to wait for a chance at their family’s influence and allowed their family another day to grow.

But what did Song Yun’s ‘old man’ really mean?

Wang Dong couldn’t help but wonder.

After an hour of guarded conversation, the door suddenly burst open, and a young man holding a mobile phone came in, “Dad, what time are you guys planning to talk till?

One of my friends got in, could you give a call down for me?”

Wang Dong was taken aback and scolded, “Get out, can’t you see I’m with a guest?”

The young man glanced at Song Yun with disdain and said, “This kid’s only about my age.

He can’t have any extraordinary tricks.

Dad, just make a quick call for your guys downstairs.

The guy who went in is the son of the Deputy Director of the Judicial Bureau.”

After hearing this, Wang Dong thought for a long while and then said, “I’m sorry, Nephew Song, I need to step out to make a call.”

With Wang Dong gone, the young man came up and looked Song Yun over, saying, “Not sure how you, just a pretty boy, managed to win Shishi’s heart, but if you know what’s good for you, you’d hurry up and leave her side.

Shishi and I grew up together; she’s bound to marry me in the end.”

Song Yun lit one of Wang Dong’s cigarettes, took a satisfying drag, and replied, “Why should I leave Li Shishi?

Matters of the heart between two people—how come they sound so indecent when you talk about them?

And the matter with Li Shishi was personally arranged by Mr.

Li himself.

Are you questioning his judgment too?”

“I don’t know what tricks you used to get the Li Family to like you, but a poor kid like you is no match for the Ye Family.

You two can’t possibly be together,” the young man angrily stared at Song Yun and said, “What did you come to see my dad for today?

Surely not to ask him to pave a way for you?

Hmph, if that’s all you’re capable of.”

“Right, right, that’s all I’ve got.

But who asked Li Shishi to like me, eh?” Song Yun retorted with a roguish grin, “I’m nothing but a rogue, but the principle stands: ‘bad boys have all the luck.’ Li Shishi just happened to fall for me.

What can I do about it?”

“Tell me, what do you want to get your hands on through Shishi?

As long as it’s reasonable, I’m willing to provide it on her behalf.” The young man pushed his glasses up his nose, asking, “Is it money or power you’re after?”

Dammit, this ridiculous soap opera scene—I never expected I’d actually be in one.

Song Yun scornfully thought to himself.

Everyone’s so full of themselves, acting like big shots with a bit of clout; if you’re so rich, why not show off in front of Jack Ma?

If you’re so powerful, why not swagger around in Zhongnanhai?

Why pick on me, a weak yet handsome man?

Is it because this bastard is jealous of my good looks?

Yes, it must be that.

“What can you offer me?” Song Yun said mockingly, “I’m not impressed by trivial favors.”

“I advise you not to be so greedy; you might bite off more than you can chew,” the young man threatened.

“Oh?

The last person who talked to me like that is now sleeping with the fishes,” Song Yun shot back, “You shouldn’t make big claims; you can’t back them up.

You’re just a parasite clinging to your father’s coattails.

Aside from hanging out with your worthless friends all day, what else can you do?

Don’t tell me you’re still leeching money off your family.”

“You little shit!” The young man, lacking in restraint, had managed to suppress his anger during the negotiation with Song Yun, but after having his wounds exposed, he was instantly seeing red and moved to settle matters with force.

Song Yun countered by grabbing the young man’s wrist and kicking him in the stomach.

Standing over him, foot planted on his chest, he said, “Your discipline is atrocious.

How did your dad, a man with ambition, end up with such a cowardly son?”