I miss the old days.

Wang Yong entertained the guests who had come to pay their respects until late in the night. Granny Wei suggested to him. "I don't want to stay in that house all by yourself. How about you move into my house instead?"

"There is no need, Granny Wei. My friends would be staying with me for a few days and I won't be alone. But thank you for thinking of me." Wang Yong smiled.

He finally turned to face his friends when she left, peeling a thin layer of latex to reveal his tattoo. Luckily, Mao Zhi warned him in time about his brother, otherwise he would have ended up in jail. "Did you record the scene earlier like I asked?"

"Yes, we did. What are you planning to do with it?" Fu Pei had made sure the door was locked before Bai Du and him changed into a more colourful outfit. He hated the colour black.

"To upload it, of course. Tomorrow morning, the whole world will find out how the Liu family treats their only biological child." Wang Yong laughed evilly as he toppled the black box that supposedly held his grandmother's ashes down the floor.

"I just heard that Kúiwù has returned to the city. We should pay him a visit and tell him what his godson, Kong Zhu did in his absence!" Bai Du's muffled mouth full of sandwhich made him look like a little hamster.

"We should not rush things yet. I have always used my methods when it comes to dealing with Kong Zhu. Just wait and see." Wang Yong smiled.

The next morning, Liu Zhiqiang's loud voice reverberated across the house after he received an urgent call from his assistant. "Fan Qiuyue, come down here now!"

Fan Qiuyue came downstairs with an entourage of stylists following her. "What's the matter, dear?"

Liu Zhiqiang threw his teacup at her but it merely passed her as she dodged but as the teacup hit the floor, it broke into little pieces, one of the shards flying off to cut the side of her face. Before she could process what was happening to her, he grabbed her hair to the another room ignoring her pleading screams. "You loud mouthed wrench, come here! Let's talk!"

Bohai also rushed downstairs when he heard the noises coming from there. One glance at the stylist told him that this was highly related to his parents. He rushed to the locked door and called out. "Mum! Dad! Open the door, please!"

"Stay out of this! Your mother and I are talking and it is not in your place to interfere. Butler Fang, please take him to school immediately!Drive everyone away!" Liu Zhiqiang's voice resounded from behind the door.

The butler didn't hesitate to follow his orders, sending everyone away before he approached Bohai with a stern face. "Second Young Master, its time for you to school. Please come with me."

Bohai felt nothing but resentment for Wang Yong again when he saw the butler. For some reason, even though Wang Yong has not been here for a while it seems like he still had the affections of the staff living in the Liu family mansion. He had also tried his best to win his older brother's heart, trying to replace his younger brother who died at such an early age but it seemed like he was determined to hate him without reason even though he had never done anything bad against him.

Even his adopted father still talked about him occasionally.

"Alright. Let's go." He obediently followed the butler to the car, leaving the couple alone in the house.

Fan Qiuyue curled herself into a ball on the floor as her husband ruthlessly kicked her incessantly. Liu Zhiqiang roared at her angrily. "How can you do such a thing to our biological son? What kind of mother are you?!"

"I-It's not what you t-think." Fan Qiuyue tried to explain but her husband won't stop beating her, making it hard for her to talk. "A-Allow me t-to explain!"

"Explain what? Yesterday's events is already all over the social media! You have ruined our family's reputation and affected the company's business!" Liu Zhiqiang lifted her up by her hair only to slap her again.

"Please spare me." Fan Qiuyue sputtered, her whole face was indeed a bloody mess. She would have fainted since if he was not dragging her hair.

"Filthy slut!" He released her and left her sprawled on the floor. He left the room to make some phone calls to his associates, leaving her half dead.

Fan Qiuyue crawled across the floor, groaning loudly as she struggled to locate her phone. She dialed an unknown number and said with a quavering voice. "Hello, can you come to the house? I need your help. What? No, don't worry about my husband. I think he has left the house now. Please hurry, I think I am going to die."

Wang Yong smiled when he received a phone call from one of the maids in the Liu family mansion who had personally witnessed the scene, telling him all the gory details. He picked up his school bag, his school uniform shirt unbuttoned revealing a black t-shirts underneath.

He had just closed the door when he saw someone he was expecting to see that day. His father, Liu Zhiqiang stood at the entrance surveying his surroundings with disgust written on his face. His expensive black suit and shiny Italian shoes made him look like a king who had just been thrown into the mud.

"Well, well, well. What are you doing here, Mr Liu?"

Liu Zhiqiang could barely suppress his surprised expression when he saw his son for the first time after twelve years. Wang Yong was an his exact replica, inheriting all his facial features. "I am here to talk to you. Can I come in?"

"Nope. As you can see, I have to go to school and I don't want to be late. But we can talk on the way as you drop me off. I just miss the good old days, don't you Father?" Wang Yong smiled at him.