Chapter 0487: Brutality

"You, how did you get here?" As soon as she saw the young man's face, Ms. Chen became incoherent, her eyes filled with surprise. Zhao Fusheng's eyes, however, flickered with a hint of amusement.

He had arrived just in time. If he had been ten minutes later, Zhao Fusheng might have had to rethink his strategy in the restroom.

From start to finish, he had never considered yielding to Ms. Chen's so-called monetary offensive.

At the crossroads of life, many people say they have no choice, but the power of choice has always been in their own hands. Whether to go along and wallow in the mire, or to stick to one's own path—degeneration or self-purification—the choice is right there in front of them.

On the path of degeneration, gaining both fame and fortune is a great temptation, but wrong is wrong. No matter how much one tries to whitewash it, the essence of the matter can never be concealed.

Life is never short of tales of petty people triumphing, but who knows if behind that lies the brewing of a hero's return, sweeping away the gloom in a dramatic reversal?

Just like now, the young man standing behind Zhao Fusheng was panting heavily. Even though there was an elevator, he had run all the way up the stairs, showing just how angry and dissatisfied he was at this moment.

"If you can come, why can't I?"

The young man cast a cold glance at Ms. Chen, his tone filled with indignation and an indescribable disappointment.

Then he looked at Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao: "Who are they, and why are they here?"

At that moment, the restaurant waiters who had been chasing after him finally caught up, standing at a loss as they watched the confrontation.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng spoke up to break the deadlock.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, stood up, and turned to the waiters: "You can leave now. This is Ms. Chen's son; they need to talk."

The waiters exchanged glances. Perhaps because of Zhao Fusheng's words, or perhaps because they thought such a group wouldn't cause trouble in the restaurant, they quietly withdrew and closed the door to the private room.

"This is a little sister I met on the set, and this is her boyfriend." While Zhao Fusheng spoke, he bought Ms. Chen some time to recover. Being caught by her son in an affair was something she could never admit, so she made up an excuse: "We got along well on the set, so I invited them to dinner..."

Ms. Chen spoke earnestly. Regardless of why her son was here, as a mother, she could not let her persona crumble.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to comment. He smiled faintly and said to Ms. Chen and the young man, "Thank you for today's dinner, Ms. Chen. It's getting late, so we'll take our leave."

With that, he took Fan Baobao's hand and prepared to leave.

Things had reached this point, and he had no interest in wasting words with them. In fact, if it hadn't been for Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have even shown up for this dinner.

Dining and drinking depend on the company. With the right people, even a street stall can be enjoyable. But with disgusting people, even the finest delicacies are hard to swallow.

Clearly, Ms. Chen was not the former. In Zhao Fusheng's worldview, people like her needed to be taught a lesson.

I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the sun.

If it had been his past life, Zhao Fusheng might have chosen to compromise. But in this life, he had never even considered it.

If someone bullies you, fight back.

Of course, one must be careful about the method. Violence solves nothing; those who use their brains are the true strong.

But obviously, Zhao Fusheng hadn't expected that the young man wasn't stupid either. Or rather, his understanding of his mother made him disbelieve Zhao Fusheng's words entirely.

"Hah, dinner?" The young man sneered, looking at Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao with contempt. He walked over to the table and picked up the two cards: "When you invite friends to dinner, do you also need to book a hotel room and give them bank cards?"

It had to be said that Ms. Chen's idiotic move had finally caused trouble. According to Zhao Fusheng's plan, things shouldn't have come to this, but since they had, he would have to deal with it as it came. After all, he didn't want Fan Baobao or himself to be criticized for such matters in the future.

"What's wrong with Ms. Chen booking a room for me and my girlfriend?" Zhao Fusheng looked calmly at the young man, without a trace of anger, and blinked: "As for the bank card, use your brain. Your mother is in film investment, and my girlfriend is a model who does commercials. If she wants to hire her for endorsements, is she supposed to give the money to you?"

Contempt has always been a sharp tool for distorting truth, and Zhao Fusheng firmly believed that. But he overlooked the effect such contempt would have on a twenty-year-old who had been born with a silver spoon and had everything go smoothly.

Or more precisely, he forgot that young people are often impulsive.

After all, Zhao Fusheng's mental age was that of a middle-aged man, and his perspective on problems differed from that of a young person.

"Sharp-tongued!"

The young man looked at Zhao Fusheng, paused for a moment, then charged at him, throwing a punch at his face.

Hmm?

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then dodged the attack. He wasn't running a charity; letting someone beat him to vent their anger was something only an idiot would agree to.

Besides, in terms of physical strength, this second-generation rich kid, clearly weakened by wine and women, was no match for him.

So the next moment, Zhao Fusheng punched him in the stomach and pinned him face-down on the dining table.

"Next time you want to throw a punch, keep your eyes open. Who told you you could hit people whenever you want?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at him coldly, with disdain.

Clearly, even though he had handled the situation perfectly, Zhao Fusheng was still in a bad mood.

"You, let him go! Let him go! Do you know who I am? I..." Regardless, he was her own son. Seeing her son at a disadvantage, Ms. Chen forgot all about poise and dignity, shouting angrily at Zhao Fusheng like a mother hen protecting her chick.

As for Fan Baobao, she was no longer concerned.

"Shut up!"

Zhao Fusheng looked up, casting a cold glance at Ms. Chen. His gaze icy, he said word by word: "You know better than I do what caused all this. Now you remember your responsibility? Where were you before?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the steak knife on the table, raised his hand, and brought it down hard!