After Reuniting, My Beautiful Ex-Lover Fishes for Me Every Day - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Revenge

The Ningcheng media once appraised the Wei family’s main residence as the most luxurious manor in the city, sparing no expense in using overwhelming ink to describe it as a giant beast guarding the mountainside of Mount Youning—forged from wealth, its veins flowing with the blood of gold at every moment.

However, to Wei Changli, that place was merely his home, sometimes quiet and sometimes bustling—or rather, his former home.

“Click, creak-creak-creak—Clang!”

After Wei Changli shoved the key into the lock for the third time, the rusted and deformed anti-theft door finally emitted a groan of being overburdened and swung open a narrow crack, teetering precariously.

The young master finally ended his struggle with the door. He exerted considerable effort to pull the key, a relic from the last century, out of the lock, and then pushed open the door to enter a room that wasn’t even as large as the bathroom in his former home.

This rental was built on the edge of the old city. Not only were the facilities long-abandoned and lacking everything, but the tenants were also a mixed bag from all walks of life. The only advantage was its price: the second young master of the Wei family, who once lived in a manor valued at 1.8 billion, was now squeezed into this tiny, chicken-coop-like room, paying only 800 yuan a month in rent.

“Michu? Michu—are you here?”

Wei Changli circled twice in this cramped space where he couldn’t even fully stretch his legs, but he couldn’t find the other occupant of the room—a tabby cat he had adopted five years ago.

“Did you go out to play…”

Wei Changli muttered to himself. He looked up and noticed that the window in the living room—a fellow sufferer of the anti-theft door, making it hard to tell which was more dilapidated—seemed to have been forgotten; it was currently open by a narrow slit.

Outside the half-open window, an oily-green pomegranate tree, ravaged by last night’s rainstorm, leaned precariously to one side, its blossoms scattered, “the green fat and the red thin” (leaves lush and flowers withered).

Walking to the window, Young Master Wei breathed a sigh of relief. He figured that with such heavy rain last night, Michu would never have run outside; the cat most likely slipped out this morning after the rain stopped because the room felt stuffy. That little ancestor was very spiritual; there was no way he would get lost.

Wei Changli turned and entered the “bedroom,” which was crudely partitioned off with boards and a cloth curtain. He plugged his phone into the power supply to charge it. The screen, which had gone black due to a dead battery, automatically lit up. Immediately, over a dozen unread messages scrambled to occupy the home screen, most of them from a contact named “Tao You.”

Tao You was Wei Changli’s manager—luckily or unluckily, the person she had taken on was a wealthy young master with impeccable looks and temperament. But just before his debut, this person suddenly transformed into the orphaned son of the collapsed Wei family, whose followers had scattered like monkeys. This massive contrast was a heavy blow to Tao You, who had pinned her hopes on him. Fortunately, she was responsible enough not to discard the young master like a worn-out shoe.

Wei Changli was the second son of the Wei family. Above him was an all-powerful elder brother; in the past, he was a leisurely prince who spent his days “teasing flowers and birds.”

In university, he chose Dramatic Literature purely out of interest. Relying on his talent, he was early on scouted by an old professor deeply rooted in film theory to be groomed as a direct-entry PhD candidate. However, ever since his brother, Wei Changjun, learned that the average salary for a Dramatic Literature PhD was only 9,700 yuan, he pushed him without a second word into the oil-rich, murky waters of the entertainment industry—

However, the young master, whose value was being squeezed by his own brother, had not yet swum to the surface when he suddenly encountered a family crisis. Those colleagues who had once envied him fell over each other to kick him while he was down, wishing they could push him under and drown him.

The cause of last night’s incident was that the production team, which had already promised Wei Changli the role of the second male lead, suddenly changed their minds. One of the investors, “CEO Shen,” Shen Shuqiang, was stirred by lust and hinted that the matter could still be turned around—provided he “sold his body” for success.

Sell his body?

For success?

After Young Master Wei understood what that old bastard meant, his lips curled into a cold smile. Without a word, he picked up an unopened bottle of red wine and smashed it over CEO Shen’s head. The scene wasn’t hidden; everyone from other investors to the waiters saw the 30,000-yuan-a-bottle wine pouring down his head. One moment, CEO Shen was putting on an act; the next, his head was bleeding. It was said his wailing was tragic and pierced the heavens, as shrill and lively as a pig being slaughtered in a busy market.

With this one battle, Wei Changli had offended CEO Shen to the core. Crucially, because of the “unspoken rules” premise, the old thing didn’t dare pursue a formal lawsuit. Instead, he resorted to underhanded malice, hiring a group of street thugs to intercept Wei Changli and cover his face with a handkerchief laced with drug powder, intending to make the young master taste the misery of being gang-raped and ruined.

Throughout the night, Tao You had called him over a dozen times, likely having caught wind of the situation in advance.

“Hello? You finally answered the phone, Wei Changli! Why didn’t you reply to the messages I sent yesterday? Why was your phone off!”

Wei Changli dialed the number back and heard Tao You’s worried shout from the other side.

“Sorry, Sister You, my phone died.”

“You scared me to death! You must keep your communication open in the future, do you hear me? I’ll worry!” Tao You finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard his voice was normal on the phone, her tone full of concern. “You didn’t have any trouble, did you?”

Wei Changli: “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“What about CEO Shen?” Tao You’s voice became tense again. “Did he contact you privately afterward?”

Wei Changli answered with a question: “Why do you ask?”

“I’m worried about you! Last night, I was out to dinner with your future junior fellow and the investors. When that kid went to the restroom halfway through, he heard someone shouting, ‘CEO Shen suffered such a big loss, he’s going to fix him to death, there’s still a good show to come’ or something like that. As soon as he told me, I called you immediately. You didn’t pick up, as expected. I barely slept all night. If you hadn’t called back, I was going to call the police!”

“I… nothing happened,” Wei Changli didn’t mention the experience from yesterday, only asking, “Future junior fellow?”

“Yes, his name is Zhai Wo, two years younger than you,” Tao You’s voice weakened by thirty percent when she said this. “You know the recent situation; it’s impossible for the company not to assign me new people… don’t overthink it.”

Ever since the Wei family fell, the young master had been constantly lowering his psychological expectations for the future, to the point that he now clearly understood his position—a discarded pawn that would likely be “snowballed” (shelved) and could be abandoned at any time.

Wei Changli’s tone was relatively calm: “Is that so? Then don’t forget to introduce me next time.”

Tao You, who had originally worried the other side would throw a young master’s tantrum, quickly agreed. At the end, she fell silent for a moment, hesitating before speaking:

“It’s just, Changli… what CEO Shen said and did was certainly wrong, but you shouldn’t have disciplined him in public… so many people were watching. What if there were a few others among them who wanted to hire you? Seeing a scene like that, how would they dare use you?”

Wei Changli’s hand holding the phone tightened silently. His gaze fell upon the teetering window frame in the rental room, and only after a long while did he exhale a breath of murky air.

The young man slowed his tone, though his voice remained devoid of warmth: “I was impulsive this time.”

Tao You’s lukewarm voice came through: “Then how about… you go visit CEO Shen? In the current situation, it’s really not suitable for you to make more enemies.”

Wei Changli was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke: “Okay.”

Tao You was stunned by the sound, pausing as if she hadn’t heard correctly: “You’re willing to go, really? Then I’ll send the address to your phone?”

Wei Changli softly agreed. After hanging up the phone, he squeezed into the bedroom to change out of the clothes he had worn from the Yan residence. After a quick shower, he put on a set of casual clothes and went out again.

His expression was as usual; he even stopped at a flower shop by the bus station to buy a bouquet of flowers.

The Edmon Private Nursing Home, located in the northern suburbs of Ningcheng, was positioned as a high-end medical service institution in the city. The cost of staying there for one night was equivalent to more than half a year’s wages for an ordinary family. To visit, one usually needed an appointment, but the person in charge of receiving VIP ward visitors had been notified in advance. They didn’t stop Wei Changli; after a simple security check, they let him in—

Though they did take a few extra glances at the bouquet of chrysanthemums the young man was carrying.

White and fresh, a standard staple for funerals and mourning.

The visitors here were either rich or noble, and helping carry gifts was part of the manager’s job. However, at this moment, the manager in a black suit, walking in front with a bunch of white flowers, felt for no reason like he had jumped from being a “Lobby” manager to a “Lobby of Rest” manager.

The man struggled internally several times along the way. When he delivered Wei Changli to the ward door, he finally spoke up to make a tactful suggestion: “Mr. Wei, our hospital provides some other sick-visit gifts. Would you like to see if you need…”

Wei Changli was already instinctively feeling uncomfortable because he had entered a medical-type facility. Hearing this, he didn’t respond, but slightly raised the corners of his eyes to give the manager a faint glance.

The manager felt inexplicably creeped out by the look, so he obediently handed the flowers back to Young Master Wei and opened the door: “Alright, this is CEO Shen’s ward. Please, come in.”

Wei Changli nodded and walked into the room with a calm face.

This place was less of a hospital room and more of a hotel suite with complete medical facilities. The entire room was nearly 200 square meters, divided into reception, nursing, and recovery areas. Shen Shuqiang’s hospital bed was placed in the quietest inner room; he was currently lying in bed with his legs crossed, listening to music.

The mellow and graceful Huangmei Opera singing flowed through the entire room via top-tier audio equipment. Although there were still bandages wrapped around Shen Shuqiang’s head, his spirits were quite good. In his excitement, he even swayed his head and followed along with a few lines, completely failing to notice that someone else had entered.

Wei Changli placed the cluster of mourning chrysanthemums into an empty vase at the head of the bed with a movement that was neither heavy nor light. His gaze swept over this fat, oily middle-aged man, and he spoke out coldly: “CEO Shen is in high spirits.”

Shen Shuqiang’s deliberate falsetto singing paused. When he turned his head and saw who it was, his pupils shook violently: “Wei… Wei-Wei Changli?”

“Surprised to see me here?”

Wei Changli only looked up to meet his eyes for a moment, then lowered his head to fiddle with the blooming chrysanthemums, his fingertips slowly brushing a drop of dew from a curled petal: “It seems your ‘very capable’ friends haven’t reported the battle results to you yet… what, or do you think the fight over there hasn’t ended yet?”

Shen Shuqiang showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost. His previously relaxed posture became terrified and tense. The wound where he had been brained by the wine bottle began to throb with pain again. His entire brain was submerged in a buzzing noise; a tide of malice and terrifying coldness intertwined.

How could Wei Changli be completely unharmed? Shouldn’t he have been brutally taught a lesson by those thugs? Did they fail?

No… impossible. That “Snakehead” had so many people under him; how could they not be able to handle a young man in his twenties!