When the Villainous Boss Acts as the Protagonist (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 42

He Cannot Simply Ignore It

“Le’an! You have no idea what your Dad has been through during this time!”

Father Song plopped down in front of Song Le’an, tears flowing down his face as if they cost nothing.

“Before, you just left without a word, taking your mother and younger siblings but leaving your Dad behind alone. But Dad doesn’t blame you. After all, Dad did do things wrong. But Le’an, blood is thicker than water. Dad only came to find you because he had no other choice. Dad is begging you, save your Dad, just like you saved your mother before.”

Chu Sicheng stood at the entrance of the convenience store. Wearing the fashionable brand clothes Shen Ci had bought him, his figure was tall and slender, and his aura was cold and noble. He formed a sharp contrast with the middle-aged man in front of him, who wore a tattered jacket and had hair as messy as a chicken coop.

Every passerby cast a gossiping glance at this melodramatic scene of a long-lost relative seeking recognition. Some busybodies even stopped specifically to listen more closely.

“President Li, will this really work?”

Inside a luxury car not far away, the assistant sitting in the passenger seat watched the commotion at the convenience store entrance and could not help but ask one more question.

“Isn’t this a bit bad for Mr. Song’s image?”

This was a fast-developing internet age, and life was full of spectators at every turn. If this scene were filmed by a passerby and posted online, it might cause a different kind of trouble for Song Le’an, whose life was already far from peaceful.

Unfortunately, Li Yanzhe did not care about Song Le’an’s image. He only cared about when Father Song would be able to sway the boy, using family ties to hijack his will and force him to bow his head, returning to Li Yanzhe’s side.

After all, hadn’t Song Le’an signed the contract before because his mother was ill and his siblings had no money for school? In a desperate situation, he had no choice. A boy who practiced foolish filial piety and had no resistance to the demands of his family was destined to be completely manipulated by others.

Immersed in his own thoughts, Li Yanzhe had long forgotten that the current Song Le’an was no longer the boy who sacrificed everything for his family. He also forgot that his current benefactor was someone else; even if he sought help, he would not seek it from Li Yanzhe.

Of course, Chu Sicheng had no intention of seeking help from Shen Ci either.

Now, aside from paying attention to the hospital’s account, he selectively ignored calls from Song Leming, Song Lemei, and even Mother Song herself. He had been used to being alone for many years and had little concept of family ties, let alone the man before him who was trying to hijack him with kinship, a father whom even the original Song Le’an had chosen to give up on.

Taking a step back to avoid Father Song’s arm as he tried to grab his leg, Chu Sicheng smoothly picked up the convenience store mop and held it between himself and Father Song. His expression was extremely calm. He was neither panicked by Father Song’s sudden appearance nor moved by his tearful repentance.

His cold gaze made it seem as if the middle-aged man before him was not a father connected by blood, but a beggar by the station who was used to sizing people up.

“You had better not come any closer,” Chu Sicheng looked down at Father Song, who was still stubbornly trying to get near him, and spoke calmly. “I am a germaphobe. My tolerance for dirty things has always been very low.”

If Father Song took another step forward, he could not guarantee he would not kick the man away.

Father Song, who had intended to use physical touch to soften Song Le’an’s heart: “…”

What did that mean? He was a dirty thing?

As a chronic alcoholic, Father Song had developed an explosive temper under the stimulation of alcohol. Facing Chu Sicheng’s undisguised disgust and insult, his instinct was to jump up and slap him, just like when the boy was little, to make him realize who the father was!

But the current Song Le’an was no longer that little boy he could beat and scold at will. He was a head taller than Father Song. Even if his frame was slightly thin, he was hundreds of times stronger than Father Song, whose body had been ravaged by alcohol. The slap might not even land on Song Le’an’s face before he himself was kicked into the air by the boy.

Times were different now. Father Song did not dare to gamble. Moreover, he had come with a mission today, so he naturally could not have a conflict with the boy at this moment.

Thinking of the 500,000 yuan that Li Yanzhe had promised to help pay off, Father Song grit his teeth and barely swallowed his son’s rejection. Taking a deep breath, he looked up at Chu Sicheng again and said piteously, “Le’an, are you really going to watch me die and do nothing?”

“Do you need me to help you contact the crematorium?”

“…”

Father Song was choked up again. He looked at the boy as if seeing him for the first time, his gaze uncontrollably scanning him up and down. He could not understand how, in just a few years, the boy had changed from being cowardly and people-pleasing to having this cold, impenetrable personality.

Li Yanzhe, who had just gotten out of the car and walked over to play the hero saving the beauty, was also somewhat stunned. However, the assistant following behind him had a normal expression, looking as if things were exactly as expected.

Long before Li Yanzhe tried to use Father Song to win back Song Le’an, the assistant had predicted that things would not go as smoothly as the man had arranged. Although he had not had direct contact with Song Le’an during this period due to work, as the assistant most frequently harassed by the Song family recently, he had already sensed the massive change in Song Le’an from his position as an observer.

The boy even ignored his younger siblings, whom he used to let demand anything from him. How could he possibly pay attention to a father who had beaten and scolded him since childhood and never gave him a shred of warmth?

However, as a qualified employee, the assistant also knew he had no right to influence his boss’s ideas. Rather than saying too much and making mistakes, he simply followed his boss as a qualified, silent spectator, essentially fishing while getting paid.

The assistant looked up at the boy opposite them who did not even bother to lift an eyelid when Li Yanzhe appeared. He blinked and took half a step back, trying to make his presence as minimal as possible.

Li Yanzhe walked up to Chu Sicheng, cast a disgusted glance at the useless Father Song on the ground, and then looked up at Chu Sicheng. “Are you really going to watch him die and do nothing?”

“I’m not a doctor,” Chu Sicheng said.

Li Yanzhe sneered. “You know perfectly well that what he’s begging you for has nothing to do with illness.”

“So?” Chu Sicheng looked at Li Yanzhe and tilted his head. “What does that have to do with me?”

Regardless of why Father Song had stepped into death’s door, that was his own business. It had nothing to do with Chu Sicheng. It was not worth his effort to even think about why the man was dying. He could die for all he cared.

Chu Sicheng wore a smiling face.

Li Yanzhe: “…”

He stared at the boy before him. His features were handsome and beautiful, especially those rounded eyes; when they curved, they usually infected the people around him with happiness. The face was the same, but the personality was worlds apart compared to before. Not to mention the look in his eyes; there was no longer that overflowing affection from before, only a pool of bone-chilling, cold water.

Inexplicably, Li Yanzhe’s heart felt a dull pain, making it hard for him to breathe. At the same time, he wanted to grab the boy in front of him even more. There was no helping it; this was the inherent vice of a domineering CEO. When the boy stuck by his side, he was dismissive and even felt annoyed. But once the canary flew away from him, he began to feel various discomforts and wanted to lock him back in the cage.

“He owes 500,000 yuan back in his hometown,” Li Yanzhe said. “If you don’t help him, he might really be unable to survive.”

The man stared tightly into Chu Sicheng’s eyes, attempting to use Father Song’s current miserable state to awaken the family affection the boy used to care about most. But unfortunately, he only saw a sea of tranquility in those eyes. It was as if even if Father Song died right in front of him now, he would not even blink. Calling the crematorium was his final mercy.

Chu Sicheng: “Is there anything else? If not, I’ll be going.”

This place was quite far from the restaurant Shen Ci had booked; he needed to leave early.

“Le’an!” Father Song still could not believe the boy had no feelings for him at all. Struggling, he tried to crawl toward Chu Sicheng’s feet. “You can’t do this! Le’an, you have to save me. I don’t want to die! Le’an! I’m begging you, just go back to President Li’s side! You stayed with him for three years before; he treated you so well. Even if you go back, you won’t lose out!”

And his 500,000 yuan debt would disappear. Wasn’t this a happy ending for everyone? Father Song did not understand why the boy was unwilling!

“Le’an, consider it as Dad begging you, just go back!” Father Song redoubled his efforts.

Beside them, Li Yanzhe added at the right time, “As long as you come back, I will definitely help him pay off this 500,000.”

“Really?” Chu Sicheng laughed softly. First, he glanced at Father Song on the ground, whose face was a mess of tears and snot, then he looked up at Li Yanzhe and asked very seriously, “But, if this continues, what benefit is there for me personally?”

If he went back to Li Yanzhe, Father Song’s debt would indeed be nothing to worry about. But what about him? What would he get?

Just like the agreement signed before: Song Le’an stayed with Li Yanzhe, Mother Song got good medical conditions, and Song Leming and Song Lemei got a good education. Their standard of living approached that of ordinary second-generation wealthy kids. But what about Song Le’an? What did he get?

Of course, all of them could say that it was what Song Le’an wanted. It wasn’t that Li Yanzhe didn’t give him money; it was that he wanted to use that money on his family! He was simply that kind of person who liked to burn himself to light up others.

But Chu Sicheng was not. So…

“You should just go die,” Chu Sicheng looked down at Father Song. “You’re begging me? How much is your plea worth? And what does your life have to do with me?”

He smiled, looking like a demon opening its eyes in the abyss, mockingly gazing at the mortal world. “Or, you could just let Li Yanzhe keep you instead. Anyway, the conditions are all beneficial to you. For the sake of money, why don’t you sacrifice yourself too?”

Saying this, Chu Sicheng kicked away Father Song’s hand that was reaching out to grab him and turned to leave.

“Song Le’an!”

An angry male voice rang out behind him. Chu Sicheng looked back to see Li Yanzhe looking at him gloomily. “Can you really just ignore him regardless of the consequences?”

“I can,” Chu Sicheng shrugged quite cheerfully. “But you might not be able to.”

“Me?” Li Yanzhe felt Chu Sicheng’s words were absurd. “Why wouldn’t I be able to?”

This was Song Le’an’s father, not his. If Song Le’an didn’t care, then he certainly would not care if the man lived or died.

However, facing the confident Li Yanzhe, Chu Sicheng only extended his index finger, wagged it twice, and then said mysteriously, “I’m not talking about Song Tian.”

“Then who are you talking about?”

It couldn’t really be his own biological father, could it? Li Yanzhe frowned. Under Chu Sicheng’s half-smiling gaze, he moved to take out his phone to check on his father’s health.

But before he could act, his phone screen lit up automatically. The caller ID displayed was not the father he intended to worry about, but Zhou Luoluo!

Li Yanzhe was somewhat confused. It was at this moment that the assistant, who had just received a message, stepped forward. “President Li, the security guard at Jingyuan just said that staff members holding national Research Institute credentials have requested access to your residence.”

“National Research Institute?”

Li Yanzhe was even more confused. When did he, a private enterprise operator, get involved with the national Research Institute? He did not understand. Since Zhou Luoluo was currently living at Jingyuan, facing the repeated calls, Li Yanzhe chose to answer when Zhou Luoluo called for the second time.

Then, the moment the call connected, Zhou Luoluo’s panicked voice came through the speaker. “Brother Ze, what should I do? People from the Research Institute at the door say they want to take me away!”

Li Yanzhe’s body froze. So, the person the boy meant, the person he could not ignore regardless of the consequences, was Zhou Luoluo!

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