Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 1579: Chapter 1579: Wu Di of the Haters (10)

An Ji lay on the sofa, his hand dangling from the sofa, fingertips just touching the scattered papers on the floor.

His amber eyes stared blankly at the crystal chandelier above, the shattered light shimmering in his eyes like scattered diamonds, radiant and bright.

Ding dong---

An Ji looked toward the room door.

Are those people coming to trouble him this late?

Ding dong---

An Ji got up from the sofa, stepped over the scattered papers on the floor, and went to open the door.

There was no one outside, but two bags were left at the door.

An Ji frowned and looked down the hallway, an empty corridor without a single person.

After a while, An Ji squatted down and poked at the plastic bags.

The plastic bags were not filled with disgusting things as An Ji imagined, but rather several delicate little boxes, looking like late-night snacks.

An Ji squatted there for a while and finally picked up the two bags and entered the room.

He closed the door, casually placing the bags on the cabinet in the entryway, planning to take them out and throw them away when he went out.

These things of unknown origin, An Ji wouldn’t dare eat them.

Those people... who knows what they might do.

-

A certain residential area.

”Old Feng, this car is nice, huh? Just bought it?”

Feng Yong got out of his newly acquired car, with a face full of complacency: ”Fifty thousand, how about that.”

That person was surprised: ”Where did you make such money?”

Feng Yong suddenly became humble: ”Didn’t make that much.”

That person exclaimed: ”Old Feng, you’re so unkind, having a way to make a fortune and not sharing with your brother.”

Feng Yong: ”How could I forget you when there’s money to be made?”

That person was clearly suspicious: ”Right, I heard you got beaten into the hospital a few days ago?”

Feng Yong: ”Who told you that?”

That person said: ”My aunt works in the hospital, she said she saw you, and there was a particularly beautiful young girl visiting you, who was that?”

Feng Yong’s heart skipped a beat.

He dismissed it: ”Just a kid from a relative’s family. Got drunk a few days ago, fell, nothing serious, well, I’m going home now.”

Feng Yong hurriedly walked to his house.

Feng Yong was the man who had been beaten by An Ji in the bar that day.

He woke up shortly after being sent to the hospital.

Then he saw Chuzheng, who asked if he was willing to settle privately.

Having been beaten, Feng Yong was hardly willing to settle privately.

Just as he was about to refuse, the other party said they were willing to give him fifty thousand.

It was nothing more than some blood drawn from a hit, suing wouldn’t even get him fifty thousand, someone giving him money, Feng Yong had no reason to refuse.

”Honey, I’m back.” Feng Yong opened the door and felt something was amiss, why was it so quiet today?

Usually, at this time, his wife would be cooking with the TV on.

Feng Yong looked inside, puzzled, and found the TV on but with no sound.

”Honey?”

Feng Yong changed his shoes and entered, hadn’t yet reached the living room when he was frozen in place.

On the sofa, his wife was sitting silently, and on the other side sat a young girl, casually looking his way.

”Why are you here?”

Feng Yong came to his senses and immediately approached.

”Why are you here? That matter is resolved, isn’t it?”

He agreed to settle privately, so why did this person still come to his home?

How did they find his house?

Chuzheng glanced at him coldly: ”At the bar, were you harassing that boy first?”

”Who harassed him first? He made the first move.” Feng Yong replied.

Chuzheng: ”I watched the surveillance tapes.”

Feng Yong’s expression changed slightly, suddenly raising his voice: ”Let’s talk outside.”

”Feng Yong!” The woman who had been silent suddenly shouted forcefully: ”For so many years, I’ve toiled like a horse for your Feng Family, bore a son for you, carried on your lineage, and this is how you repay me?”

Feng Yong’s heart tightened with a sense of foreboding.

He swallowed and pretended to be calm: ”Honey, what are you talking about?”

The woman got up and threw the items in her hand at Feng Yong’s face: ”You really disgust me!”

The photos scattered on the ground, Feng Yong saw the people in them, his face turned pale instantly.

”Feng Yong, I want a divorce!”

The woman ran out, crying, leaving Feng Yong’s mind buzzing, standing in place, face stark white.

”I thought you just had a conflict with him, didn’t expect you to dare to touch him.” Chuzheng’s voice brought back Feng Yong’s thoughts: ”You’ve got quite the nerve.”

”You’re nuts!!”

Feng Yong suddenly roared at Chuzheng.

His years of hard work maintaining his marriage and family were entirely ruined.

Chuzheng: ”Who told you to touch him.”

He just wanted to hit on him a bit, take a little advantage, who knew it would lead to all these troubles.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have gone there.

Chuzheng walked out of the residential area.

Feng Yong’s wife stood outside the residential area, eyes red and still holding tears.

She called out to Chuzheng: ”Thank you for telling me, otherwise I’d still be fooled by him, perhaps never know for a lifetime...”

Chuzheng thought for a moment, gave her a phone number: ”If you have trouble getting a divorce, call me.”

The woman spoke with tears in her eyes, choking: ”Thank you.”

[Congratulations to the miss for obtaining a Thank-You Card x1]

Chuzheng: ”...”

I just came to teach a lesson to those who bullied my Good Person Card.

-

An Ji didn’t expect that for the next few days, he’d receive late-night snacks every night, not just snacks but even breakfasts later on.

The things delivered varied each time.

One day, An Ji went to the street and saw a shop with the same logo as the bags had, he pondered for a moment and walked into the shop.

When he came out, he was carrying a small bag, just a little... over two hundred.

Of course, An Ji wouldn’t be unable to afford it, but who was consistently sending him these things?

[Ji: Did you send those things to me?]

[Jiu Jiu Ling: What things?]

The bar owner replied quickly.

[Ji: Picture]

An Ji sent the picture over.

[Jiu Jiu Ling: What’s this? Food? I didn’t send that to you, you received it?]

An Ji looked at the message the bar owner sent, slightly frowning.

[Jiu Jiu Ling: You better not eat anything recklessly. I heard some fans are crazy, might even be poisonous!]

[Ji: ...]

At some book signings or events, some authors indeed receive some weird things, even heard of authors receiving food with needles hidden inside.

However, An Ji never participates in these events.

And no one knows where he lives, the likelihood of it being readers is low.

An Ji put his phone back in his pocket and walked to the unit building, seeing a few people standing below from a distance.

The same people from a few days ago, coming again to ask about his mom’s whereabouts.

Mrs. An tricked that man into giving her an apartment, also heard she got quite a bit of savings.

Now that the secret is out, Mrs. An is missing.

He, alive and well, became their target.

An Ji didn’t want to argue with these people, so he turned and left.

”Wow...”

A child’s cry sounded from nearby.

An Ji looked over, seeing a young girl standing in front of a child who looked no older than three or four, the child was staring at her, crying loudly.