Chapter 244: Chapter 244

Rong Qingqing got off the car and stood aside waiting for Shen Jue.

She naturally saw Rong Honghui’s family but slowly turned her head away as if she hadn’t seen them.

Then, Rong Qingqing faced the stunned look of Zhao Junxi who was hiding behind a pillar smoking.

Rong Qingqing smiled at him, raising her hand like a beckoning cat and gently bent her fingers towards him.

Then, Zhao Junxi stubbed out his cigarette and walked straight over to Qingqing.

"Cheapskate, why are you here too?" Zhao Junxi circled Qingqing once, "Are you not in a wheelchair today? Is your brain damage cured? No need for a wheelchair anymore?"

Zhao Junxi’s words were extremely irritating, causing Qingqing to clench her fist as if she was going to punch him. Zhao Junxi laughed and stepped back two paces. Fresh chapters posted on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽

"Say a couple of words and you get all upset? You’re so petty." Zhao Junxi continued teasing Qingqing.

At this point, Zhao Junxi noticed Shen Jue sitting in the wheelchair.

Zhao Junxi bared his teeth and snorted, "No wonder you’re so bold, daring to throw a punch at me on my turf, turns out you brought backup."

Just as he finished speaking, Zhao Junxi was hit on the back of his head.

With the kind of force that would almost cost him half his life, Zhao Junxi didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

President Zhao had heard inside that Shen Jue and Rong Qingqing had arrived. Originally intending for his son, Zhao Junxi, to help greet them, he couldn’t find him, so President Zhao simply came out himself.

Unexpectedly, upon coming out, he saw Zhao Junxi foolishly offending people, angering Shen Jue’s treasured fiancée to the point of wanting to punch him.

"Zhao Junxi, let me tell you, Shen Jue and Rong Qingqing are VIP guests for your mom and me tonight, and in the future, you all will be neighbors in line."

President Zhao patted Zhao Junxi’s shoulder, "Your mom and I have thought about it, with your demeanor, you won’t manage to get a wife, having old friends as neighbors has its perks."

"What kind of nonsense is this?" Zhao Junxi focused on, "Who wants to be neighbors with Shen Jue and Qingqing?"

"You’re being ungrateful!" President Zhao cursed under his breath, "You’ve probably seen plenty of news of solitary elderly people dying at home and only being discovered when it starts to smell, haven’t you? In the future, if you can’t marry, you’ll be a solitary old man too. With Shen Jue and Qingqing living nearby, when you’re old, at least they’ll be able to look out for you."

"Ugh, look out for who? When I’m old, won’t they be old too?" Zhao Junxi was unwilling to accept this, "Aren’t the three of us all in our twenties? Shen Jue is even older than me, who will look after whom is uncertain."

"Can you compare yourself to them? They’ll have two kids in the future. Don’t mention kids, you won’t even have a partner. When you all grow old, living nearby, if you die, they won’t have to wait until you start to stink before they take you to the crematorium out of neighborly decency."

President Zhao asked Zhao Junxi, "Isn’t this quite good? Could it be you want to wait until you’re discovered smelly before being found? Isn’t that a bit too sad?"

Pretty good? Where is the good in it?

Is there any substantial difference?

Though Rong Qingqing wants to say she won’t have any kids with Shen Jue, nor live next to Zhao Junxi, seeing President Zhao mock Zhao Junxi made Qingqing laugh until her stomach hurt.

"They say distant relatives are less useful than close neighbors, if while alive you don’t get along with your neighbors, ask them to pick a bigger urn for you if you die, yet here you are bullying Shen Jue’s fiancée at the doorstep?"

President Zhao asked Zhao Junxi, "You’re in your twenties, how can you still be so immature?"

Immature Zhao Junxi looked puzzled, "Who wants them to pick out my urn? Can’t I pick it myself before I die? Nowadays funeral services are so comprehensive, do I really need them to send me to the crematorium?"

"Dad, for someone who’s the boss of a company, you’re quite clueless about society, aren’t you afraid your company might go bankrupt one day?"

The father and son, both as venomous as each other.

"With your kind of demeanor, even if my company went bankrupt, the funeral industry wouldn’t be able to resurrect you as a package deal, and you’d still only be able to say you can’t afford it," President Zhao gritted his teeth, "Get the guests inside quickly, vanish later, and watch how I’ll deal with you tomorrow."