The Fake Young Master Got the Disabled Tycoon Pregnant. - Chapter 5

After a while, Jiang Ning, who had been lying face down on his desk, quietly sat up and reached underneath to retrieve the math exam paper.

He found a pen in the corner of his desk, scribbled a few lines to test it, and smiled. Lucky. It still works.

Jiang Ning lowered his head and began copying the correct answers onto the paper. Just a way to pass the time, he thought.

The drowsy afternoon sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating his crooked handwriting. The once-blank exam paper was soon covered in ink.

He didn’t put down his pen until the daily school broadcast announced the end of classes.

Right on cue, the phone in his pocket buzzed.

lzh: [At the school gate]

He timed it perfectly. He must have memorized Linjiang No. 1 Middle School’s entire schedule, Jiang Ning thought.

At the school gate, bathed in the fading glow of sunset, the assistant handed Jiang Ning a lunch box. “Young Master Jiang, Mr. Lu has already submitted your application to commute from home. Shall I pick you up after evening self-study?”

Does Lu Zhihan really think I can’t take care of myself?

“No need to trouble you,” Jiang Ning said. “It’s only a few bus stops away. I can take the bus back myself.”

After evening self-study.

The clock struck 9:30 PM. As soon as the bell rang, the classroom emptied in an instant.

Jiang Ning waited until most of the students had left before he slowly rose to his feet. He then folded the exam paper he’d spent the entire afternoon filling out and stuffed it into his school trousers pocket.

Good.

No one noticed a thing.

Jiang Ning walked out of the classroom, satisfied.

The sky had already darkened, and the main gate of Linjiang No. 1 Middle School was swallowed by the heavy blackness. The road was blanketed in withered yellow leaves, and even with the streetlights on, it still felt desolate and decayed.

A few stragglers were scattered on the campus road, and the occasional crackle of a radio drifted from the security office window.

The bus stop should be just past the school.

Jiang Ning turned into an alley nearby, planning to take a shortcut.

The narrow, claustrophobic lane was flanked by piles of uncleared construction debris.

The streetlights stretched his shadow into a long, distorted shape.

The alley was empty, echoing only with his footsteps. After walking for a while, Jiang Ning sensed several sets of deliberately muffled footsteps following him.

They were closing in.

Without a word, Jiang Ning slipped his hand from his pocket and snatched a wooden slat from the construction rubble, gripping it tightly.

The long alley was dotted with narrow gaps between residential buildings. A section of the streetlights had been broken for a long time, leaving the path pitch black.

Zhang Shijie, leading a gang of hired street thugs armed with baseball bats and steel pipes, followed close behind Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning hadn’t just stolen the girl he liked, he’d also humiliated him in front of the entire class. That was why Zhang Shijie had laid in wait here, determined to teach Jiang Ning a lesson he’d never forget.

A group of hired thugs crept along behind Jiang Ning, their movements furtive.

After they’d followed him for a short distance, the figure ahead of them vanished in the blink of an eye.

“Shit, where’d he go? He was just there!”

“Did he spot us?”

“What’s the big deal? We’re a whole crew, how could we lose to one guy? It’s not like he can fly. Search every inch of this place—”

The gang began scouring the dark, narrow alley.

Tsk.

As the chaotic sound of footsteps drew closer, Jiang Ning, hidden in the shadows, tightened his grip on the wooden slat in his hand. His eyes flickered to a public safety poster plastered on the grimy wall.

With his other hand, he pulled out his phone, dialed the police number from the poster, and quickly sent a report:

[Fight in the alley outside Linjiang No. 1 Middle School.]

The moment the message was sent, his phone rang. The sudden sound echoed sharply through the alley.

“He’s over there!”

“Stop hiding! Come out now and maybe I’ll go easy on you”

Before the gang leader could finish his sentence, a gust of cold wind swept past his head. His eyes widened in terror.

The next instant, warm blood began to trickle down his face.

“Aaaah!!”

The piercing scream sent the gang of thugs into a panic, causing them to tighten their grip on their weapons and try to fight back.

Jiang Ning moved with lethal precision. His seemingly slender body delivered every strike with brutal accuracy, and his eyes gleamed with a terrifying intensity in the darkness.

The alleyway, already reeking of damp earth and garbage, was now thick with the metallic scent of blood.

Sensing the tide had turned, Zhang Shijie tried to flee, but a blood-smeared hand clamped onto his head and slammed him against the rough, filthy wall.

Trembling, he pulled out a hidden paring knife and stabbed at Jiang Ning.

The next second, a searing pain shot through his arm.

The knife was kicked away.

He opened his mouth to scream, his cheek pressed against the dirty ground.

Then he saw the most terrifying pair of eyes he had ever encountered, cold and mad, unbound by any rules of this world.

Zhang Shijie suddenly remembered Jiang Ning’s warning in the classroom,

“If you ever dare to mess with me again, it won’t be this simple.”

The alley returned to a tense silence.

Jiang Ning looked down at the thugs sprawled all over the ground. He tossed aside the splintered wooden club, and as the adrenaline faded, the pain in his body surged back.

Fuck.

It hurt like hell.

Jiang Ning rubbed his shoulder.

Those fucking idiots.

Still feeling unsatisfied, he gave the feigning-death Zhang Shijie a few more kicks.

Just then, the sound of chaotic footsteps echoed from the dim entrance of the alley.

Flashlights swept across his eyes.

“What’s going on here? Stop! Don’t move!”

Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!

Two patrol officers blew their whistles, rushed forward, and pinned down the only person still standing—Jiang Ning. They glanced at his school uniform.

“So young and you’re out here learning to fight and brawl, huh?”

The dull ache in his shoulder blade, where he’d been struck by the steel pipe, amplified as the officers hauled him up. It was like a fuse being lit, and soon the rest of his body began to throb in sympathy.

What a raw deal.

If I’d known, I would’ve just lied down and played dead too.

Jiang Ning was taken to the nearby Street Police Station. The officer taking his statement sat across from him with a stern expression.

The officer picked up the paperwork Jiang Ning had filled out. “Where’s your home address and guardian’s information?”

“No.”

“No? Are you an orphan?”

“No.”

The officer frowned and tapped the desk sharply. “Do you think this is a school? Do you think it’s funny to waste my time?”

Jiang Ning said nothing, staring down at the silver handcuffs on his wrists.

“Fine. If you don’t want to talk, I won’t force you,” the officer said, standing up. “I don’t have all day to waste on you. I’ll come back when you’re ready to cooperate.”

Clang. The iron door slammed shut.

The police station was colder at night than during the day, the chill seeping through his thin school uniform and deep into his bones.

Jiang Ning felt the pain in his body gradually numb.

He glanced at the clock. Ten o’clock at night.

The phone in his pocket buzzed.

With an awkward movement, he fished it out.

lzh: [Where are you?]

Jiang Ning gripped the phone, remembering the contract Lu Zhihan had forced him to sign.

It seemed to include a clause forbidding him from fighting.

And not only had he fought, but he’d also been hauled off to the police station.

Jiang Ning: [I suddenly don’t want to go back. Go to bed early.]

lzh: [Why?]

lzh: [If there’s anything you’re not used to, you can tell me directly.]

Jiang Ning tsked and replied, [Nothing], then simply turned off his phone and slumped back, completely drained.

The iron chair was ice-cold, and the impact made his whole body ache again.

Jiang Ning could only lift his head and watch the people coming and going in the police station.

There were domestic violence cases and divorce disputes, drunks from nearby bars causing a scene, and people reporting stolen phones and wallets. It was like a series of chaotic farces.

After a while, he saw the woman from earlier today.

Zhang Shijie’s mother.

She was pulling at the beat cop by the door, her face filled with anxiety and tears streaming down her face. “Officer, where’s my son?”

“He’s still inside giving his statement. Sit down and rest for a while.”

“I can’t! My son is so timid. There must be some misunderstanding. He’s a good student, he would never do something like this.”

The woman suddenly spotted Jiang Ning, who was handcuffed inside, and rushed over in a frenzy.

“It’s him! It must be his doing!”

She grabbed the iron bars and shook them violently, screaming, “What kind of scum gets kicked out by his own family after being raised by them for over a decade!”

Her voice was loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the lobby.

Under the weight of countless curious and probing gazes, Jiang Ning froze. Her shout had dragged him right into the middle of this farce.

“That’s enough, shut up,” the beat cop said, forcibly pulling the woman in the opposite direction. “You, come over here and wait. If you say another word, I’ll charge you with obstructing a police officer.”

The shouting died down, and the eyes fixed on him gradually drifted away.

Jiang Ning closed his eyes, a wave of unprecedented exhaustion washing over him.

The sounds of the world faded from his hearing. He felt like a drowning man who had exhausted the last of the air in his lungs, finally giving up the struggle and sinking into the cold depths of the sea.

Just as he was about to plunge into the deepest abyss, a clear voice hauled him back to the surface.

“Hello, officer. I’m Jiang Ning’s family member.”

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