Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1822 Who knows...

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Zhi's voice caught in his throat.

The color drained from his face instantly.

The large leather sofa was in a mess.

Mr. Xu was shirtless, with a few strands of a woman's long hair clinging to his skin, and his belly was loosely bulging.

Strands of hair clung messily to her sweaty neck and chest.

The lingering warmth of spring still lingered in her eyes and brows.

Instead of showing the slightest shame, he lazily raised his eyes and a frivolous smile appeared on his lips.

The air was filled with an overly sweet and pungent perfume scent, mixed with the burnt smell of cigars and an indescribable, decadent aroma, which made Xu Zhi's stomach churn.

"Chairman Xu... Oh dear, you're still shy."

Interrupted by the sound, Xu's father suddenly raised his head, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

Only then did he catch a glimpse of Xu Zhi standing stiffly at the door. A moment of panic flashed across his face, quickly replaced by anger and embarrassment.

He raised his hand and slapped the woman's buttocks, growling, "You rude thing! What are you yelling about!"

But the slap landed very lightly, more like flirting.

Xu Zhi's gaze was fixed on the patch of white flesh on the sofa. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and he couldn't even feel the pain of his nails digging into his palms.

"You didn't even knock before coming in, what kind of behavior is that!" Mr. Xu's words contained both embarrassment and a hint of annoyance at being interrupted.

This wasn't the first time he'd witnessed Xu's father playing around with women.

Girls from the song and dance troupe, recent female college graduates, and all sorts of "gifts" delivered to their door with money.

This is just their daily life.

What angered him was that this was the Xu family's old residence.

His mother is resting in her bedroom upstairs right now.

His mother decorated the study herself.

The books on the bookshelf were also sorted and categorized by her mother back then.

Now, however, it has been tainted by this filthy scene and is unbearable to look at.

He could even imagine that his mother upstairs might vaguely hear the commotion downstairs, and that embarrassment and humiliation would hurt more than if he had been slapped twice.

"Dad!" Xu Zhi lunged forward, his knee slamming hard against the corner of the desk. He winced in pain, but still stubbornly growled, his voice trembling, "Are you crazy?! Mom's still upstairs!"

Seeing that he still hadn't left, Xu's father glared at him.

He got up looking unsatisfied and picked up a bathrobe from the side, putting it on.

His face turned even more ashen, and his bloodshot eyes glared at Xu Zhi, his voice almost overflowing with anger: "This is the Xu family home! Who gives you, a mere brat, the right to lecture me? What's wrong with your mother upstairs? Does she have any right to tell me what to do?"

After saying that, he glanced impatiently at the two women, his tone commanding and leaving no room for argument: "Go to your room and wait."

Although unwilling, the two dared not disobey. They slowly got up from the sofa, their bare feet stepping onto the carpet, their snow-white skin gleaming in the light, making Xu Zhi's eyes sting.

As they passed by him, one of the women deliberately leaned against him, her chest brushing against his arm.

After leaving, Mr. Xu slammed the study door shut.

The panic I felt earlier was left behind.

Xu Zhi stood frozen in place, overwhelmed by the absurd and shameful scene, unable to breathe.

"I called you several times tonight but you didn't answer. Do you even consider me your father anymore?"

These words brought Xu Zhi back to reality.

"It's not that I don't want to answer your call, my phone has been confiscated by Jiang Cheng..."

"What? Who detained you?" Only then did Mr. Xu show a protective expression befitting a father.

"It was Jiang Cheng... who dragged me to his courtyard house late at night and humiliated me. My phone is still with him..."

That's right, although Jiang Cheng let him go, he didn't return his most important phone.

This is what worries Xu Zhi the most.

His phone also contained records of his contact with Xiao.

Although Xiao dared not betray him, if the phone records were discovered, wouldn't that be a foregone conclusion?

Upon hearing this, Xu's father's expression changed, and he pointed his index finger at Xu Zhi: "Didn't I tell him not to provoke him?"

"No, Dad, listen to me, Jiang Cheng is going too far."

Just when Xu Zhi finished explaining the whole story and felt that his father would support him.

A loud slap landed on his face.

After being beaten repeatedly throughout the night, Xu Zhi was clearly unable to take it anymore.

He covered his face, his eyes exploding with shock and humiliation, and his scream almost shattered the air in the study: "You hit me!"

Xu's father's hand was still frozen in mid-air, his knuckles turning white from the force, but the anger in his eyes burned even brighter, as if he wanted to burn this unfilial son in ashes: "Hit you? I'm being lenient by not killing you!"

Perhaps feeling unsatisfied, he took another step forward, grabbed Xu Zhi by the collar, and shoved him hard onto the mahogany desk.

The celadon paperweight on the table was hit with a loud clang, rolled to the ground, and cracked into several pieces.

"I warned you long ago, Jiang Cheng is ruthless and has an unfathomable background. I told you to stay away from him! But you wouldn't listen!" You got detained and humiliated by him; it's all your own fault!

Xu Zhi didn't expect that Xu Zhi wouldn't defend him at all.

Instead, they joined Jiang Cheng in humiliating themselves.

The anger and resentment in my chest surged up instantly.

“He tricked me! He set me up and got me to invest heavily, then he shorted the market and swallowed all my 150 billion yuan in margin! Now my account is in debt for 237 billion yuan! And those powerful people who invested with me, their money has all gone down the drain!”

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding loudly in the study.

Xu Jiayin's hand trembled violently, and the grip on Xu Zhi's collar loosened abruptly. The anger on his face was instantly replaced by astonishment and fear.

"What did you say? 150 billion? Where did you get 150 billion? Did you move money out of your overseas trust?"

Xu Zhi looked at his face, which had suddenly changed color, and his heart sank. He still nodded stiffly, his voice filled with a desperate, resigned tone: "Yes! I originally wanted to make some money to cover the company's losses, but who knew..."