The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 254: Take down that guy_1

Chapter 254: Chapter 254: Take down that guy_1

Zhang Xian sized up the Commission for Discipline Inspection Secretary, asking, "Are you Xiao Ma’s father? The Secretary of the Commission for Discipline Inspection in TianDu City?"

Looking at Zhang Xian, the Secretary of the Commission for Discipline Inspection replied with great momentum, "Indeed, there is a matter regarding Xiao Ma that I wish to discuss with you. My car is over there, we can talk inside."

Zhang Xian replayed, "I don’t have time."

"You..." The Secretary was taken aback by Zhang Xian’s refusal to give him face.

His lips twitching unnaturally, he said, "Xiao Ma is young, and mistakes are inevitable. I hope we can both take a step back and defuse the situation."

"How is that any different from you slapping me and then apologizing?" Zhang Xian retorted coldly.

The Secretary frowned, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that if your son had made a mistake, he should accept the consequences and offer reasonable compensation." Zhang Xian stared at the Secretary without backing down.

If the son is not taught, the fault lies with the father. What caused Xiao Ma’s arrogance? Isn’t it this Secretary’s indulgence?

If he backed down on this, Xiao Ma would still behave recklessly in the future, treating others with disrespect.

He is not a saint to shoulder everyone else’s difficulties. Nonetheless, now that he has been involved, he is not going to let it slide, he must give Xiao Ma a hard lesson.

The Secretary asked, his face turning ashen, "So, there is no room for negotiation?"

Zhang Xian responded, "There is, I will not lay a hand on your son."

The Secretary chuckled out of exasperation, "What? You plan on using an underhanded tactic to target my son?"

Zhang Xian replied arrogantly, "Why would I need to use underhanded tactics to deal with your son? You underestimate me too much. Furthermore, don’t attempt to use your position to pressure me. I couldn’t care less."

The Secretary nearly choked in anger, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

He was a respectable Senior Government Official of TianDu City, and this little brat dared to disrespect and belittle him to his face?

"Do you have anything else to discuss? If not, I’ll be leaving now." Zhang Xian asked.

The Secretary stood silent and cold.

Zhang Xian sneered, gave no further thought to the Secretary and carried Mo Shaoyun towards the Ferrari parked not far away.

If the Secretary could raise a second-generation scum like Xiao Ma, then he certainly isn’t a good person. He must have oppressed the people in the past. Otherwise, how could Xiao Ma be so daring?

It was because of the Secretary’s permissiveness and indulgence that Xiao Ma felt he could get away with anything since he had his father’s backing.

Now, he had to give Xiao Ma a harsh lesson, teaching him that there are always bigger fishes in the sea and his father the Secretary cannot always shield him.

Mo Shaoyun glanced at the Secretary and asked, "Zhang Xian, do you think being so forceful benefits you? He’s the Secretary of the Commission for Discipline Inspection, one of the big shots in TianDu City."

Zhang Xian replied, "What’s there to be afraid of? This old man is evil, I intend to take him down."

Mo Shaoyun said, "You don’t understand the officialdom, you won’t be able to handle it."

Zhang Xian chuckled, "Are you looking down on me?"

Mo Shaoyun replied, "I’m not looking down on you, I just think you are too straightforward, and not very tactical. But, I actually like this side of you."

Zhang Xian’s eyes lit up, "Wife, are you confessing your feelings for me?"

Mo Shaoyun turned her head away, "No, I just think that your straightforwardness, although not good at socializing, brings out a sense of security, a person who would not play dirty."

Zhang Xian pouted, "How disheartening! I thought you were confessing your feelings."

Mo Shaoyun said, "You know perfectly well that I have feelings for you, why do you need me to confess? Moreover, do you think you qualify for my confession?"

Zhang Xian touched his nose and dared not say more.

Mo Shaoyun is the kind of person who does not appreciate jokes and tends to be cold-hearted. Now, the conversation has turned serious.

If he dared to utter another word, Mo Shaoyun would certainly scold him for being a playboy or something along those lines.

Mo Shaoyun helped Zhang Xian to the Ferrari, whispering, "When you decide to settle down, then we can talk. Of course, if you do not like me, I will not insist."

...

At noon, Zhang Xian did not go back to Dong Qian but stayed at the Rose Garden instead.

After bustling about in the kitchen, Wen Yulan came out with some dishes, shouting, "Dinner is ready."

"Ah... Finally, it’s mealtime."

Hearing the words, Yueyue, who had been playing with Zhang Xian on the sofa, quickly jumped off and dragged Zhang Xian towards the dining table, "Dad, let’s go eat. Mom’s cooking is delicious."

"Really? You’re not tricking me, are you?" Zhang Xian grinned.

Yueyue pouted, "I am not a liar!"

Duan Hong also stood up and smiled, "To be honest, Sister Yulan cooks really well. I’m lucky to be able to taste such delicious food."

Zhang Xian leaned towards Duan Hong, asking, "Elder Sister Hong, how are you finding things here? You don’t regret coming to TianDu with me, do you? It’s certainly livelier here than you being alone in Yantai."

"Yeah, it’s pretty interesting here." Duan Hong responded with a smile.

She didn’t have many friends back in Yantai and spent most of her time alone at home.

After coming to TianDu, with Zhang Xian’s company and the presence of Wen Yulan and Yueyue, life indeed became more vibrant. At the very least, she didn’t feel as lonely as she used to do, despite having a husband.

"It smells so good!" Yueyue exclaimed as she stood by the table, slapping the table and giggling.

Zhang Xian smiled, responding, "Yes, it’s really good. Sister Yulan is truly an excellent cook and a poised lady – the best choice for a wife indeed."

Wen Yulan feigned spit at Zhang Xian, chastising, "Just focus on your meal, stop talking so much!"

"Hah, wasn’t I just praising you? How could that also be a mistake?" Zhang Xian rolled his eyes and turned towards Duan Hong, "Elder Sister Hong, don’t you think I’m in a no-win situation?"

Duan Hong laughed, "Not really."

Zhang Xian grumbled, "Elder Sister Hong, you’re not being honest!"

Wen Yulan glared at Zhang Xian, "Would you be quiet and eat your meal, Zhang Xian? There can’t be anything good whenever you open your mouth."

Zhang Xian asked, "What did I do now, Elder Sister Yulan?"

"No talking - eat your food quietly," Wen Yulan said sternly.

Zhang Xian is nearly impossible to deal with as nine out of ten things he says are flirtatious. She’d rather he just sit there quietly and not say anything at all.

Zhang Xian asked, "If I don’t speak, what else am I supposed to do with my mouth? Kiss you?"

Wen Yulan was furious.

Watching from the side, Duan Hong couldn’t stop laughing. Sometimes Zhang Xian was just too humorous, his words enough to floor anyone!

Zhang Xian asked again, "What did I do now?"

Exasperated, Wen Yulan replied, "Forget it, I’m not going to argue with you. Do as you please."

"Really? I can do whatever I want?" Zhang Xian suddenly got up, "Come on, Elder Sister Yulan, let’s have a kiss."

"You..." Wen Yulan glared at Zhang Xian, picked up her bowl, took some food, and went to sit somewhere else, not wanting to be near Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian didn’t leave Wen Yulan alone. He grabbed some food and trotted over to her side.

"Don’t... Don’t come over." Wen Yulan got up to leave.

"Ah, Elder Sister Yulan, don’t go!"

"Damn you, Zhang Xian..."

"Don’t go!"

...

In the afternoon, at a certain teahouse, in a certain room.

Fu Meiting stared at the bamboo grove outside, her face expressionless, her gaze vacant, almost as if she were out of her body.

After a while, she pulled herself together, took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Oh? My love, you missed me?"

A bit surprised, Fu Meiting asked, "Are... Are you Zhang Xian?"

"Yes! My love, you don’t remember me?"

"You’re not Zhang Xian, are you?" Fu Meiting furrowed her brows, "I need to discuss something with Zhang Xian. Could you please call him for me?"

"I am Zhang Xian! Aren’t you Elder Sister Meiting? How could you not recognize my voice? Here I thought you missed me, but... you’ve forgotten me."

Fu Meiting was astonished, "The voice does sound a little similar, but... are you... are you really Zhang Xian?"

"I swear it’s me. Would someone else pretend to be me?"

"No, it’s just... you seem different. You even called me ’my love’, a real surprise! But I like it."

"Hehe, people change! What’s the fun in always being the same?"

Fu Meiting smiled slightly and asked, "So, my love, are you free? It’s been two days since you came home, haven’t even called me once. Your sister is really unhappy, you know?"

"Where are you? I’ll fly over to see you right away."

Fu Meiting responded, "The old teahouse, the old room. I’ll wait for you here."

"Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes."

"Mm, sister will wait for you!" she laughed and hung up the phone.

Remembering what Xie Wuming had said to her, her smile faded. She didn’t know what to do.

Initially, when she received this assignment, she never thought she’d fall for Zhang Xian. Now, she had been given the mission, but Xie Wuming asked her to stab him in the back, something she did not agree with.

"Sigh..."

Fu Meiting sighed, and once again turned her gaze to the window.

She didn’t think she was excellent, but she also didn’t think she was mediocre. She just didn’t expect her first experience of love to be this rough.

"Elder Sister Meiting..."

At one point, the door to the room was pushed open and Zhang Xian ran in, "Were you getting anxious waiting?"

"Eh! It’s really you?"

"When I saw Zhang Xian, her face lit up with joy. "What’s with the sweet talk all of a sudden? You’re not the Zhang Xian I used to know!"

Zhang Xian sat down across from Fu Meiting and asked, "So, Elder Sister Meiting, do you prefer the old me or the current me?"

Fu Meiting laughed and said, "Hard to say, sister hasn’t fully figured out the current you."

"Hehe..." Zhang Xian chuckled, scanning Fu Meiting’s figure, his eyes glittering.

Fu Meiting’s outfit for the day consisted of a black V-neck woolen sweater with a small black jacket over it, light blue jeans, and a pair of long white boots.

The outfit was less seductive than her summer attire but had an added softness and laid-back elegance, a different flavor altogether.