Sweetheart From Childhood Chapter 6

In the Meng family's main residence, in the exquisite and elegant hall.

Dylan knelt on the ground, lowered his head and said nothing, but his expression was like that of a thorn in the side, with an attitude of "You can scold me as much as you want, I lose if you admit your mistake", which made his father very angry.

Father Meng was about to be pissed off to death by this evil son: "Fighting! Beating someone into the hospital! If you are so powerful, why don't you beat me up too!"

"Do you still think you are so great and that you are doing nothing wrong? Bring me a stick. If I teach him a lesson today, he will have to kill someone tomorrow."

The servant handed over a long wooden board with trembling hands.

Mother Meng was very anxious: "Hey, you don't even want to listen to our child's explanation."

Father Meng yelled in frustration: "You still need to explain when your son is in the hospital!"

Dylan still knelt on the ground, saying nothing.

Seeing that his cousin was not going to tell him, John could only bite the bullet and stand up: "No, uncle, actually I am also responsible for what happened today."

He suddenly spoke, and everyone in the room was stunned and looked at him.

John continued to bite the bullet: "I was also in Linshui today. My cousin fought with Henry just for me."

Grandma Meng's eyes widened. She was too old to accept this kind of stimulation. "Yu Yu, why are you going to Linshui?"

In her opinion, Linshui is a smoky and chaotic place.

Father Meng also frowned: "Yu Yu, go to bed first. Don't speak for this brat. I know what kind of person he is."

"No, no, no, it's true." John hurriedly said, "Uncle, you can go and watch the surveillance video. It was Henry who forced me to drink. I sent a message to my cousin, and my cousin came to rescue me, and that's how I got into the fight with Wang."

Of course, there is no surveillance. How could Henry leave any evidence when he was hiding in the box and doing those things? The surveillance must have been disposed of by them themselves long ago.

Grandma Meng's eyes widened: "What? Drinking, they forced you to drink!"

Mother Meng was also stunned. She had a good relationship with Song's mother and knew that John almost died because of a glass of wine when he was a child.

Mother Meng was furious when she thought about how her aunt's son almost got into trouble with her. Dylan's temper was probably inherited from her. Mother Meng snatched the stick from Father Meng's hand and said, "Did you hear me? I stand with my son this time! Good job! I think he didn't hit me too lightly! The bad things Wang Bei did on his own are no secret in Jingcheng! It's justice to beat such a beast to death."

Father Meng's surprise was also destroyed by his wife's aggressiveness. He was angry and said, "Look at what you said. How can you be a mother like this?!"

"So you as a father did the right thing?"

They started arguing. Grandma Meng was annoyed and slammed the table: "Go back to your room and argue! Your son has been kneeling on the ground for a long time!"

Poor Mayor Meng, who was gentle, elegant and graceful outside, was so angry at home by the two women that he became autistic and left without even eating.

Dylan was helped up by Mother Meng and blinked at John.

After dinner, John still wanted to go back to live with her grandmother.

Dylan drove him there. There were insects chirping in the garden outside the house, the night sky was pure, and the moonlight was bright.

Dylan couldn't help laughing in the car, leaning on the steering wheel: "That's very generous. It's worth it for your brother to risk his life to help you vent your anger. Oh, my dad's face, hahaha."

John curled his lips: "You are too happy too early. The Wang family will not let it go."

Dylan raised his eyelids and said nonchalantly, "So what if he won't give up? What Henry did in the box is not acceptable to others? They dare not publicize this matter, so they can only suffer in silence.

He had been the prince of Jingcheng for so many years, so he must know his limits. He knew who he could and could not offend, and whether it would cause a big fuss.

John: "Yes."

Dylan suddenly realized at this time: "Did Henry really force you to drink?" He was hot-headed at the time and didn't see clearly, but now thinking about it, something seemed wrong.

John smiled and said, "No. I wanted to hit him with a bottle."

Dylan: "......."

After a moment, he laughed: "Good job!"

He tilted his head, his eyes full of curiosity: "Why did you go to 305? Isn't it ventilated?"

John thought about it and smiled: "Maybe it's fate that makes me save people from danger and punish evil and promote good."

This incident was indeed just as Dylan said, and it didn't cause any stir in Jingcheng.

The only impact on John was that Grandma Meng was still frightened and never forced him to go out again.

John looked up the Wang family in Jingcheng and finally found out where that familiar feeling came from. In "Gentle Control", the rich second-generation who made things difficult for Jordan in high school was the youngest son of the Wang family, Wang Ci. The whole family spoiled him like a baby. In Jingcheng, he could get whatever he wanted. With a brother like Henry, Wang Ci started playing with women and men at a very young age, and he was rotten to the core.

In high school, his mind was full of dirty thoughts. After school, he locked Jordan in the classroom and wanted to take nude photos of him to threaten him. During the sports meeting, he deliberately put drugs in Jordan's drink to make him embarrassed in front of the whole school. During the final exam, he locked Jordan in the toilet to prevent him from taking the exam and getting a scholarship. Even in the college entrance examination, Wang Ci wanted to do something to make him miss the exam and ruin Jordan's life.

John felt that he couldn't think about the plot of the original book, which was really asking for trouble.

The third day of doing nothing at home.

His grandmother was afraid that he would be bored, so she brought him a child of the same age.

The driver's son who picked him up from the airport that day was a thin, wheat-skinned boy named Ben Ma.

Ben didn't know what he had heard from his father. At first, he spoke to John in a very low voice, as if he would have to be hospitalized if his voice got any louder. It was only after John couldn't stand it anymore and warned him that he changed his attitude.

Ben and Jordan were actually classmates in junior high school.

John wanted to know more about Jordan, so he started chatting with him: "What was Jordan like in junior high school?"

Ben's eyes widened, looking silly: "Master, why are you asking this?"

John didn't like this title: "Don't call me Master. If you really admire me from the bottom of your heart, just call me Brother Yu!"

Ben scratched his head: "Okay, Master. No, okay, Brother Yu, why are you asking about Jordan?"

John choked, then immediately had an idea and said, "Isn't this guy the top scorer in the Jingcheng middle school entrance exam? He has good grades. I want to learn from him. Knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle."

Ben was instantly filled with awe. Although he didn't know how to compare scores, he still honestly told John everything he knew.

"As for Jordan, I feel quite pitiful. His family must be very poor. He can wear the same piece of clothing for three years, and he keeps wearing it even when it turns white after washing. He is very withdrawn, and few people dare to approach him. He has no friends in three years."

"In the beginning, there were people who approached him. After all, he was good-looking and had good grades, so it was not bad to have him as a friend. But there was someone in the class who lived in the same neighborhood as Jordan, and he often said bad things about Jordan's mother behind our backs, saying that Jordan's mother had jumped off a building and died because she had AIDS. AIDS can be transmitted from mother to child, so Jordan probably had it. Now, everyone in the class was scared. Anyway, Jordan never took the initiative to interact with others. Over time, he became a invisible person in the class."

"Everyone ignored him, including the teachers. I never heard Jordan say anything during my three years in junior high school."

"He often slept in class. I heard from others that he didn't study at home and worked in a restaurant. There was a group of troublemakers in the class who knew where he worked and collectively made things difficult for him. They talked loudly about AIDS and ruined Jordan's job. Jordan didn't say anything either, suppressing his emotions. Once, when I came back from the Internet cafe, I saw Jordan's body and face were covered in blood, and he was holding on to a pillar and vomiting."

"He..." Ben sighed: "He must have followed a group of hooligans outside the school. He can get money by helping to fight. But this money is in exchange for his life."

The more John listened, the colder his expression became. He lowered his eyes and played with his phone.

Ben looked up at the sky and continued, "Of course, I think those people are talking nonsense. AIDS is not something you can joke about casually. They are really going too far. I thought about helping Jordan, but he is too cold and difficult to approach. It takes a long time to get a reply after speaking to him. He probably doesn't want to pay attention to us."

John suddenly remembered the boy's last hoarse "thank you" last night.

He sneered, switched his phone to the navigation page, and entered the address Jordan mentioned.

John: "It's not that he's hard to approach." It's that the environment he was born in was too harsh. He has never felt any warmth and doesn't know what to do with kindness and gentleness.

Ben: "Ah?"

John jumped off the bed and said, "I'm going out for a while. Just tell my grandma that I'm going to buy some books."

Ben: "???"

John paused and made up an excuse: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I'm going to buy some Jingcheng textbooks to prepare for the class."

Ben: "......"

Are all the rich second generation these days so hardworking?