Chapter Twenty-Two: Kicking the God of Wealth ED

Kylin still smiled gently, patting my head. “It’s good you’re home, it’s good you’re home.”

My grandfather came over holding the phone and handed it to me. I glanced at the screen; it was Zhou Fan.

He called out to me excitedly, “Wuyou, Wuyou, your brother was worried sick!”

I cut straight to the point. “Zhou Fan, let my father take the call.”

He was silent for three seconds, then chuckled. “Director Yi isn’t here, he’s gone home. I’m working overtime at the bureau.”

I couldn’t be bothered to expose his lie. I simply said I was going to hang up. He immediately shouted, “Don’t hang up, don’t hang up, I’ll get him right now.”

Soon, my father’s robust voice came through. “You little troublemaker, are you trying to drive me mad?”

His favorite insult for me was ‘troublemaker,’ as if I were some monster with red eyebrows and green eyes from Journey to the West, and he was the Buddha himself.

After all these years, for the first time, I asked, “Yi Guangshan, am I really your biological child?”

My father paused, then his temper flared as if he had overturned a table, the sound of chaos crackling in the background. “Yi Lanshan, try saying something else outrageous! If you’re not my biological child, did I pick you up off the street?”

I said, “Yi Guangshan, let’s make peace. All those messy things, however you want to handle them, fine. And don’t interfere with what I want, alright?”

My father was enraged again. “What nonsense is that? What do you mean I shouldn’t care what you want? Are you determined to drive me into the grave?”

I shrugged at my grandfather, see, this isn’t my fault—I've already waved the white flag, but the other side won’t accept it, so there’s nothing I can do.

Originally, I meant to hang up, but my father, annoyed, blurted out, “Yi Lanshan, you’re my child, but why couldn’t you learn a single good thing from your sister?”

That sentence easily knocked me back to square one, turning my feeble self-esteem into resounding slaps across my face.

I sneered twice. “Yi Guangshan, why don’t you go feed your soul-soothing advice to your precious daughter and future son-in-law? The four of you can enjoy your happy days together.”

With that, I tossed the phone onto the bed. The ache behind my eyes and nose had faded; that’s my advantage—whatever makes things hard for me never lasts too long, because the feeling of my guts twisting and blood spilling inside is something no one else can bear for me.

After my grandfather left, Xia Qi grabbed me. She’d wanted to ask since she walked in, but with my grandfather there, she held back. Any longer and she’d probably develop internal injuries from holding it in.

I told her what happened, and Xia Qi stared at me, wide-eyed. “You mean the sick freak is actually impotent?”

I nodded vigorously. She laughed so hard she collapsed onto Kylin, clutching his collar and spraying him with laughter. “I’m dying, this is too funny.”

Li Wanqiu laughed too. “You haven’t tried, so how do you know he’s impotent?”

I said I’d seen his medical report. She nodded, half-convinced, and looked me up and down. “Then how did you escape?”

I recounted my glorious deeds, laid out the documents and my phone. They all gave me a thumbs-up, except for Kylin, who didn’t laugh but instead asked, “Do you know who this Young Master Luo is?”

I grinned. “Chief Eunuch, or maybe the Invincible East?”

He shook his head. “Luo Ange, male, twenty-eight, CEO of Lanfeng Group. Grew up abroad. At eighteen, he made fifty million dollars overnight with a software program, and three months later, that fifty million had become five hundred million. The number keeps rising every year. Lanfeng Group’s businesses span software, gaming, tourism, dining, oil, real estate, entertainment, and charity. Just one Wuyou Island brings in a hundred million in taxes for Kang City each year…”

Li Wanqiu’s stepfather is the director of the finance bureau, so she’s interested in money. “Lanshan, you managed to kick the god of wealth of Kang City into impotence, and even took naked photos of him. You really are something.”

She stared at my mouth. “Was that bite his, too?”

I blushed, lowered my head, and changed the subject. “The school anniversary is coming up. Should we put on a performance?”

They were instantly distracted, because last year and the year before, we’d put on shows for the anniversary and got great feedback. Li Wanqiu even got elected student council president thanks to her performance last year.