This shout sent the executives scattering like birds and beasts. Old Zhou, the Chief Financial Officer, ran so fast he tripped and fell flat on his face.
Cheng Xiaodong's remaining friends stayed where they were, looking like they wanted to step forward but didn't dare.
Looking at these young people with their multi-colored hair, Cheng Gui couldn't help but feel a surge of complex emotions.
Usually, he felt that these eccentric clothes and flamboyant styles were just a manifestation of his son Cheng Xiaodong's youthful vitality.
But at this moment, those bright hair colors felt like needles piercing his eyes.
Given Cheng Xiaodong's age, seeing Cheng Gui acting so submissive and swallowing his pride in front of Jiang Cheng's car just now...
Although he felt incredibly miserable inside...
In front of so many peers, his face still burned with shame.
It felt as if he had been slapped in public, leaving him utterly humiliated.
Cheng Xiaodong glared at Cheng Gui with a heart full of resentment.
He turned and walked toward his cool Lamborghini, wanting nothing more than to leave this embarrassing scene as quickly as possible.
Seeing Cheng Xiaodong's expression, Cheng Gui actually felt very pained for him.
Suppressing his inner rage, he gave Cheng Xiaodong one last shred of dignity.
With a grim face, he shouted, "Don't leave! Get over here!"
Seeing Cheng Gui head toward the property management office, Cheng Xiaodong hesitated for a moment before finally closing the open supercar door.
He spoke to his group of friends, "You guys go back first."
The friends looked at each other, seemingly surprised by Cheng Xiaodong's decision.
The Red-haired girl originally wanted to say something, but she was pulled back by the boy next to her.
She could only turn her face away in dissatisfaction.
After arriving at Cheng Gui's office and pushing open the door, he saw Cheng Gui sitting at the desk, his face terrifyingly grim.
Before he even had a chance to sit down, a glass water cup suddenly came flying toward his legs.
Cheng Xiaodong was quick; he dodged to the side, and the cup hit the floor by his feet with a "bang," instantly shattering into countless shards.
"Do you have any idea who you just offended?" Cheng Gui roared in fury.
Cheng Xiaodong was startled by this sudden outburst.
He stared wide-eyed at the glass shards on the floor, looking like he couldn't accept what was happening.
His eyes were once again filled with anger and confusion.
He really couldn't understand why Cheng Gui would be so angry because of a Second-generation rich.
He jumped up and shouted at Cheng Gui, "Dad, what are you doing? What's wrong with you? Isn't he just some Second-generation rich? What's the big deal! He keeps calling you 'Old Cheng, Old Cheng'—what right does he have?"
Hearing this, Cheng Gui was completely enraged by Cheng Xiaodong's attitude again.
Trembling with rage, he pointed at Cheng Xiaodong and cursed, "Second-generation rich? You think he's just an ordinary Second-generation rich? He started the Xingchen Group from scratch before he was even twenty, and now he's worth tens of billions! And you? Besides spending my money to pick up girls and race cars, what else can you do?!"
Cheng Xiaodong replied with a face full of disdain, "Started from scratch? Hmph, sounds nice, but isn't it all just relying on his family's background and resources!"
"You actually know about relying on family?" Cheng Gui roared in fury. "He can rely on his family, but what can you rely on?"
These words were like a bolt from the blue, instantly stunning Cheng Xiaodong.
He widened his eyes and looked at the other man in disbelief, momentarily speechless.
"What do you mean by that?" Cheng Xiaodong finally snapped out of it and asked with some irritation, "Is our family really that bad? Dad, I really don't understand you more and more. Our Cheng family has been fighting the Shang family for so long, and I've never seen you this nervous. He's just a business partner; is there a need to make such a big fuss?"
Cheng Gui was shaking with anger. He rushed to Cheng Xiaodong in a few steps, eyes wide with rage, and pointed at his nose, cursing, "You... how the hell did I give birth to such a fool! You should know Qin Cong, right? You used to mess around with him all the time!"
Cheng Xiaodong was intimidated by his father's aura, and his tone unconsciously softened as he answered cautiously, "I know him, why?"
"Do you know how his family fell? That old lecher Qin Cheng harassed Jiang Cheng's girlfriend."
Cheng Xiaodong's attention wasn't on the bankruptcy of the Qin family.
Instead, he frowned and replied, "He has a girlfriend??"
Seeing that Cheng Xiaodong had missed the point, the fire in Cheng Gui's heart was instantly ignited.
He felt his blood pressure rising.
He glared at Cheng Xiaodong and roared, "I'm not going to talk nonsense with you. Go apologize to Jiang Cheng. Kneel down and ask for his forgiveness, or don't come home!"
Hearing this, Cheng Xiaodong thought it was absurd.
"Kneel... kneel? Dad, are you trying to kill me? I've never even knelt to you in my life, and now you want me to kneel to someone else? I will absolutely not apologize! If you want to act like a coward, do it yourself."
After saying that, as if to vent his inner dissatisfaction, Cheng Xiaodong slammed the door open and rushed out without looking back.
Watching Cheng Xiaodong's rebellious back, Cheng Gui shook his head helplessly, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his chest.
At this moment, he felt the Cheng family was finished... Outside the door, the group of colorful friends hadn't left yet, seeing Cheng Xiaodong come out.
The leader, a Yellow-haired guy, wore diamond-encrusted Chrome Hearts earrings that reflected a piercing light.
He toyed with a Lamborghini key in his hand, leaning casually against the door frame.
"Dong-ge, what are you afraid of him for!" the Yellow-haired guy shouted, his voice carrying a hint of provocation and arrogance. "My dad has been in the construction materials business for over a decade. I'll cut off the supply to the Xingchen construction sites tomorrow! Let's see how they build their towers then!"
The Yellow-haired guy's words made the people around him burst into laughter; they seemed full of confidence in his plan.
"Exactly!" a Green-haired guy next to him chimed in. "My family's supermarket chain has a daily turnover of tens of millions. We could drown them in money!"
"With so many of us, why should we be afraid of him?"
Cheng Xiaodong's eyes gradually lit up, and his originally dejected mood became excited because of his friends' words.
He straightened the collar of his crumpled Givenchy shirt. The shirt, worth fifty thousand yuan, was already dusty, but he didn't care at all right now.
At this moment, he had only one thought: how to use these people's power to get revenge.
"Dad, you're old." Cheng Xiaodong sneered, his voice carrying the unique arrogance of youth. "Times have changed."
As he turned toward his supercar, Cheng Xiaodong deliberately kicked a glass shard on the ground. The fragment scraped across the expensive marble floor, making a harsh sound.
Through the transparent glass window, Cheng Gui watched his son's every move.
He saw Cheng Xiaodong gesturing animatedly, as if reenacting the intense conflict that had just occurred between them for the people around him.
His gestures were so exaggerated that they drew a burst of laughter from the crowd.
Cheng Gui's face turned even grimmer, and his hands trembled uncontrollably with rage.
Suddenly, a violent fit of coughing hit him, and his body shook violently.
This coughing fit seemed as if it had been suppressed for a long time, becoming more and more fierce until he could barely breathe.
He struggled to lean against the desk. His once well-maintained hands now had veins bulging, and his knuckles turned white from the excessive force.
After finally waiting for the coughing to subside slightly, Cheng Gui tremblingly pulled a medicine bottle from his inner suit pocket.
However, because his hands were shaking so badly, he could barely hold the small bottle, and it took a great deal of effort just to unscrew the cap.
After hurriedly taking a pill, he gasped for air while dialing a number.
"Old Zhou, immediately freeze all of Xiao Dong's supplementary cards... and... his long-term suite at the Ritz-Carlton..."
His voice was somewhat raspy from anger and coughing, but his tone was exceptionally firm.
The supercar's engine roared like a beast, and the tires screeched against the pavement.
Watching the receding taillights, Cheng Gui suddenly felt that the red was as piercing as blood.
It was as if the Cheng family's blood was starting to drain away.
On Jiang Cheng's side, after having a simple meal with An Xin and Wang Congcong, he started heading toward Chengdu Airport.
Upon arriving at the airport, he saw that the plane was five minutes from landing.
With great discipline, Jiang Cheng took out his phone to start his time management.
After opening his phone, Jiang Cheng first replied to Wang Yuyan's message.
This little fool still thought Jiang Cheng didn't know about her plan.
Wang Yuyan: "Hubby~ I'm a bit of an insomniac and can't sleep. Let me show you the streets of Switzerland at two in the morning."
Jiang Cheng: "Babe, the scenery is beautiful. If only I were there right now, I guarantee you wouldn't be an insomniac..."
Wang Yuyan: "How would you stop me from being an insomniac? If you were here, I feel like I'd definitely be very energetic..."
Jiang Cheng: "Not necessarily. If I were there, I'd definitely hold you from behind and put in some effort, and then we'd look at the street view together. Before long, you'd say you want to sleep."
Wang Yuyan: "Ah, so that's what you meant. You're terrible! Do you even know what romance is?!"
Jiang Cheng: "I know. Romance is just you being a bit wild, and me taking it slow."
Wang Yuyan: "You're terrible~"