Transmigrated As The Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife Of A Scumbag Alpha - Chapter 23.1

Zhao Zhiyi’s eyelashes trembled. “Those are your own gambling debts. What do they have to do with me…”

“Ptui!” Zhao Jing grabbed Zhao Zhiyi by the collar, his face contorted. “I’m your biological father! Of course you should pay my debts! Don’t think just because you’re grown that I can’t control you…” He sneered. “No matter how old you are, I can still beat you like a dead dog. Haven’t you learned your lesson after all those beatings?!”

“I don’t have money.” Zhao Zhiyi pursed his lips. “I’m still working to save up for next semester’s tuition. I really don’t have any…”

“Who are you lying to?!” Zhao Jing’s eyes bulged. “The Meng family is massive. You’re telling me they don’t give you money to spend?!”

He stared intensely at Zhao Zhiyi, his eyes like two greedy venomous snakes. “If you don’t give it to me, I’ll go ask Meng Ze! You’re his Omega, he should spend some money to show respect to his father-in-law!”

“Don’t… ” Zhao Zhiyi said in a panic. “Don’t go to Meng Ze!”

Zhao Jing wasn’t surprised by his fear, nor was he surprised that the boy had no status in the Meng family. After all, if the kid hadn’t hit the jackpot, how could he ever be associated with the Mengs? “I don’t have to go to him, Zhiyi, but you have to give your father some money. Are you really going to watch your own father get beaten to death by debt collectors?”

“I really…”

Zhao Jing threatened, “Damn it, then I’ll go find Meng Ze, or Yu Shu’en!”

“Don’t… don’t go!” Zhao Zhiyi bit his lip. “I can give you money, but I don’t have much… You take it and go back to Rong City immediately.”

Zhao Jing agreed instantly. “Don’t worry. As soon as I pay the debt, I’ll be gone. I won’t overstay my welcome.”

In reality, he was determined to leech off Zhao Zhiyi. Only a fool would give up such a massive money tree.

“Then… follow me.” Zhao Zhiyi pulled his cap lower and walked away quickly. Zhao Jing followed immediately. Although the guard couldn’t hear what they were saying, seeing the physical confrontation, he couldn’t help but call out, “Hey student, do you want to call the police?”

Zhao Zhiyi turned back and shook his head slightly. Zhao Jing pointed at the guard, snarling, “Mind your own business, or I’ll knock your teeth out!”

Zhao Jing followed Zhao Zhiyi for a while. They reached a perimeter wall where no one was around. He grew impatient. “Hey, where are we going?! If you don’t have cash on you, go straight to a bank and withdraw it for me!”

“No need to walk further. Here is fine.” Zhao Zhiyi stopped and turned to face Zhao Jing. He actually gave him a small smile. “The surveillance cameras can’t see us here.”

“…What?” Zhao Jing froze.

Zhao Zhiyi slowly took off his jacket and rolled his wrists. He threw a punch straight into Zhao Jing’s face, saying coldly, “It’s only where the cameras can’t see that it’s convenient to beat a piece of trash like you!”

Though Zhao Zhiyi was an Omega, he was far from weak. Excluding the factor of pheromone suppression, he could outfight many Alphas. Having fought his way through life since childhood, he knew exactly how to throw a punch. This strike hit Zhao Jing square in the nose with full force. Zhao Jing cried out as his nose bone shattered, blood gushing out.

“You little… ” Zhao Jing stumbled back. Seeing the blood on his hands, he flew into a rage. “You brat, you dare lay a hand on me?! Have you forgotten how I used to beat you?!”

Zhao Zhiyi didn’t answer. He threw another punch.

His face remained expressionless, like a finely carved porcelain statue, but his fighting style was vicious. Even an old thug like Zhao Jing was powerless to resist. After a scuffle, Zhao Jing was pinned to the ground.

Thud, thud, thud. Blood trickled down from a cut on Zhao Zhiyi’s forehead, tracing his elegant features. He rained punches down on Zhao Jing, ignoring the man’s pathetic wails. The older man clawed at the concrete, trying to escape until his fingernails bled, but it was useless. Zhao Zhiyi looked as though he intended to beat him to death.

“Help! Help!!” Zhao Jing shrieked. “Zhao Zhiyi, you maniac… I’m your father! How dare you… AAAAAAHH!!!”

Space distorted, time inverted. The man who once beat a small child had seemed like an immovable mountain, a terrifying presence that induced fear just by existing. He beat people when he was drunk, when he lost money, and even when he was happy. He was the cramped rental room, the storm filled sky, the nightmare that wouldn’t leave at night.

But now, Zhao Zhiyi had the nightmare under his boot.

“I’m dying… I’m dying!” Zhao Jing’s voice went hoarse from screaming. “Zhao Zhiyi, you lunatic, do you want to commit murder?! Let me go… AAAAAHH!! Help! Someone help me!!”

Zhao Zhiyi’s pale face was splattered with Zhao Jing’s blood. As an Alpha, Zhao Jing should have had a natural suppression over an Omega, but now, he was surrendering to the Omega’s pheromones out of sheer terror. The cold, soft scent of orange blossoms felt like it was laced with poison, making every inch of Zhao Jing’s skin and every bone ache.

…I’m going to die here. Zhao Zhiyi is going to kill me.

Zhao Jing couldn’t help but think.

Zhao Zhiyi didn’t realize that Zhao Jing was barely breathing. He was punching mechanically, numbly, needing to return all the pain felt by himself and the “original” owner of this body. Zhao Jing stopped struggling and lay motionless, but Zhao Zhiyi didn’t stop until…

“Zhao Zhiyi?!” Someone grabbed him from behind, pinning his wrists. “Are you going to kill him right here?!”

“Is that not allowed?” Zhao Zhiyi turned his head calmly. When he saw the newcomer’s face, his unfocused eyes flickered, but his expression remained wooden.

Meng Ze pulled him into a firm embrace, releasing his own pheromones to soothe him. He stroked Zhao Zhiyi’s hair and said, “Alright… calm down. Don’t throw your whole life away for this.”

Scenting the familiar, chilling fragrance, Zhao Zhiyi snapped out of his trance. He looked up blankly at Meng Ze. “You… why are you here?”

Meng Ze said, “I came back to grab something and caught the scent of your pheromones.”

He looked into Zhao Zhiyi’s eyes. “Are you calm now?”

“I…” Zhao Zhiyi pursed his lips, trying to hide his blood-stained hands. Meng Ze grabbed his wrist, frowning. “They’re covered in wounds, and you’re bleeding so much.”

Zhao Zhiyi argued, “The blood isn’t mine.”

Meng Ze laughed softly. “The blood coming out of your cuts isn’t yours?”

Zhao Zhiyi turned his head away, falling silent.

“Who is he?” Meng Ze asked. “You have a good temper; you don’t get angry no matter what people say to you. Why would you beat him like this?”

Zhao Zhiyi thought: You’re wrong. My temper is actually terrible.

Like a delinquent student facing the dean, he stammered, “Just… he’s my dad.”

Meng Ze’s brow furrowed.

Zhao Zhiyi expected him to ask why he was beating his father, but instead, Meng Ze asked, “He came to you for money?”

“You know about my family situation?” Zhao Zhiyi was stunned.

Meng Ze: “We are married, after all. Naturally, I would have a basic understanding of your background. He came for money, so you brought him to a blind spot to beat him up. And then?”

Zhao Zhiyi rubbed his nose. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I just wanted to beat him first.”

Meng Ze sighed. “Still a kid, acting without considering the consequences.”

Zhao Zhiyi was a bit indignant. “Then you tell me, how would you ‘mature adults’ handle this?”

Just as Meng Ze was about to speak, his eyes sharpened.

Zhao Jing had somehow crawled up. He pulled a folding knife from his pocket and lunged at Zhao Zhiyi, his face twisted. “You brat… go to hell!!”

“…What?” Zhao Zhiyi heard the movement and started to turn, but Meng Ze pressed a hand to the back of his head, tucking him into the crook of his neck. Meng Ze narrowed his eyes at Zhao Jing. His face remained expressionless, but his pheromones surged toward Zhao Jing like a bloodthirsty beast.

Facing the suppression of a top-tier Alpha’s pheromones, Zhao Jing collapsed to his knees, trembling violently. The folding knife clattered to the ground.

He looked at Meng Ze in disbelief. “How… how is this possible…”

Meng Ze raised his leg and kicked the man three or four meters away. Zhao Jing groaned in agony, the kick felt as though it had shattered his internal organs. He began coughing up blood uncontrollably.

“What happened?” Zhao Zhiyi frowned. “Did Zhao Jing wake up?”

“Yes,” Meng Ze said. “Go sit in the car and wait for me. I’ll take you to get your wounds treated.”

“But Zhao Jing…”

Meng Ze said, “I will handle him in a ‘more mature’ way. Trust me?”