Chapter 73 Using their own methods against them

Liang Hanlin secretly thought that the boss still trusted him the most!

Otherwise, why would she give him the task instead of calling someone else?

With the principle of not embarrassing his boss, Liang Hanlin set off with a fierce and menacing aura.

When he arrived at the location, Manager Li welcomed him personally.

Although Manager Li didn't see Ling Yue, he wasn't discouraged.

How could Ms. Ling be expected to run such an errand herself? As long as a representative was sent, it meant the matter was open for discussion.

Manager Li felt a sense of relief in his heart.

In the manager's office.

Mr. Mao and Mao's Mother were filled with anxiety.

Only Mao Wenjie sat in the corner with a gloomy face, silent and lost in thought.

Screech—the glass door opened.

"Ms. Ling, I am so sorry! It's all our fault for not raising our child well and causing you such a fright. Please be magnanimous and forgive us!" Mr. Mao stood up and took the lead in expressing his stance with his head bowed.

Mao's Mother also hung her head, hiding her old face deep within her hair, terrified that anyone would see the embarrassed expression on her face.

She echoed Mr. Mao with a series of "Yes, yes, yes, you're right."

Mr. Mao didn't dare look up either; he was afraid of seeing the visitor's contemptuous and disdainful gaze, which would shatter the self-esteem he had maintained for decades.

To cover up his inferiority, he grabbed Mao Wenjie from behind and scolded, "What are you doing sitting there? Apologize to Ms. Ling now! This is all your doing. If Ms. Ling doesn't forgive you today, I'll beat you to death!"

Mao Wenjie's lips were pulled into a tight line.

Mr. Mao was furious and slapped him on the head. "Apologize now! Are you trying to kill me with anger?"

He enunciated every word with extreme weight.

Mao Wenjie felt as if his flesh was being gnawed on; he felt a sense of helplessness, in pain but unable to resist.

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He lowered his head, biting out each word with extreme clarity, "Ms. Ling... I. Am. Sor-ry!"

No one saw the rage and indignation in his eyes.

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At this moment, Mao Wenjie felt like he had truly died.

Such a proud man, and yet he was ultimately forced to apologize to Ling Yue.

Heh, how ridiculous.

Not a single person in the world understood him.

Even his parents didn't support him or believe him.

His son had finally bowed his head, and Mr. Mao breathed a sigh of relief.

However, since he hadn't heard a response, he slowly looked up at the visitor.

Instead, he saw a man with a face full of rough features holding up a phone.

He was re-cord-ing a vid-eo!

His pupils shrank instantly.

In his mind, he already imagined the scene of being pointed at by netizens once the video was exposed.

Manager Li, afraid Mr. Mao would speak and offend someone again, stepped forward and said, "Ms. Ling has business and couldn't come, so she sent her bodyguard to record a video. Little Mao, you don't have stage fright, do you?"

The warning hit home for Mr. Mao, and he forced a bitter smile while swallowing his anger. "No, no, not at all."

Liang Hanlin said succinctly, "Then look at the camera and say it again."

They were all hanging their heads, their faces obscured.

Mr. Mao shuddered.

Just as he was about to speak, Liang Hanlin made a clicking sound with his tongue, his gaze scanning them from top to bottom with a heavy sense of pressure. "And you two as well."

He pointed at Mao's Mother and Mao Wenjie.

Mao's Mother spoke with numbness.

Mao Wenjie, however, couldn't stomach the insult. "Don't push people too..."

Before he could finish, he was slapped again by Mr. Mao.

"If you don't say it, don't call me your father anymore."

The stinging pain cleared Mao Wenjie's head.

His parents were serious this time.

He knew clearly that while his parents might indulge him in small matters, they would never allow him to disobey in major ones.

It was just like how he could date whoever he wanted, but marriage had to be between families of equal status.

Of course, Mao Wenjie could have left his family to live independently, but he didn't dare.

He lived paycheck to paycheck and couldn't save any money; he relied on his parents' financial help every month.

If he rebelled, it would mean being cut off from food and funds.

Bowing to his parents shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Mao Wenjie took a deep breath, looked up at the screen, and wished he could reach through the network to give Ling Yue a beating.

Liang Hanlin clicked his tongue again.

"What's with that look? Are you dissatisfied with something?"

Mao Wenjie saw Mr. Mao's dark face out of the corner of his eye and had no choice but to put on a sincere expression.

"Ms. Ling, I am sorry."

Liang Hanlin: "Who is sorry?"

"Mao Wenjie."

"Who is Mao Wenjie sorry to?"

"Sorry to Ms. Ling."

"Say it all together."

Mao Wenjie clenched his teeth. "Ms. Ling, I, Mao Wenjie, am sorry to you. I shouldn't have spread rumors to ruin your reputation, and I certainly shouldn't have sought revenge out of selfishness by throwing a rock through your car window."

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Liang Hanlin put away his phone and said to Manager Li, "Alright, this matter ends here. My boss says she will no longer pursue the offense against the bank."

Manager Li was overjoyed. "Thank you for Ms. Ling's generosity!"

Liang Hanlin turned to leave.

He was in a hurry to report the situation.

Once the oppressive gaze vanished,

Mao's Mother's legs went weak, and she sat down clumsily, supporting herself on a nearby chair.

In the past, she had always been the one bullying others based on her status.

This time, she was the one being bullied.

When the arrogant fall from the clouds, Mao's Mother still couldn't adapt.

Back to a few hours ago.

When Mr. Mao and Mao's Mother slowly woke up and saw Mao Wenjie by the bed, they pulled him over to ask exactly what had happened.

Naturally, the truth couldn't be hidden. Mao Wenjie omitted the part about Ling Yue and only mentioned breaking up with Chen Yuanyuan.

Mr. Mao and Mao's Mother guessed that the breakup had angered the Chen family, leading to both of them losing their jobs.

So they dragged Mao Wenjie to their door to apologize, attempting to coax Chen Yuanyuan back.

Who would have thought that as soon as they entered the Chen house, they would be beaten by a frenzied Mother Chen.

Mr. Mao was slapped, but he didn't dare speak up despite his anger.

Mao's Mother and Mother Chen, those 'plastic sisters,' had completely turned against each other.

Mao Wenjie was even cursed at until his head spun.

They had been beaten and scolded; surely the anger should have dissipated by now.

Mr. Mao flatteringly brought up the matter of work, but Mr. Chen snorted coldly, "The person you really offended isn't me."

Seeing Mr. Mao's confused face, Mr. Chen glanced sideways at Mao Wenjie. "Go ask your precious son."

Mao Wenjie was initially unwilling to speak. Not only had his ex-girlfriend become successful, but she had also humiliated him to his face; this was a supreme disgrace to him.

It wasn't until Mr. Mao gave him a beating that he finally confessed.

Mr. Mao and Mao's Mother naturally didn't want to believe that Ms. Ling was Ling Yue, thinking Mao Wenjie was lying, but that didn't matter—what mattered was making Ms. Ling stop being angry.

Thus, Mr. Mao took the initiative to contact Manager Li and dragged Mao Wenjie to the bank's door once more.

Then came the scene of the three of them apologizing and Ling Yue having Liang Hanlin record it on-site.

At this moment.

After Ling Yue finished watching the video sent by Liang Hanlin, she expressionlessly forwarded it to Cheng Jiao, telling her to save it.

Yes, she admitted she was using her power to bully the Mao family.

But hadn't the Mao family also bullied her at every turn back when they relied on the fact that she liked Mao Wenjie?

Giving them a taste of their own medicine.

How fair.

Besides, Ling Yue hadn't actively asked Manager Li to do anything; everything was Manager Li's own choice and arrangement...

...

The evening barbecue gathering was held in the small garden of the side building.

To create an atmosphere, Luo Shanshan had even bought small lights.

The five-man bodyguard team also came to help with skewering, starting the fire, and setting the table.

Liang Hanlin said bluntly to Luo Shanshan and Wang Junqi, "I'm not as good at cooking as you guys, but my barbecue skills are unbeatable!"

Wang Junqi was slowly skewering meat on the side. Hearing this, he suddenly looked up, "Then let's have a competition and let the boss judge."

"Sure!" Liang Hanlin spread his hands, not intimidated at all.

One had broad, bold movements, looking exactly like a roadside barbecue stall owner.

The other focused on color, aroma, and taste, strictly controlling the heat and seasoning like someone conducting a laboratory experiment.

Both of them finished grilling.

The first plate was naturally served to Ling Yue.

Ling Yue: So, why didn't anyone ask me if I wanted to be a judge?

Wang Junqi: "Boss, hurry and try it!"

Liang Hanlin: "It won't taste good once it gets cold!"

The two of them crowded in front of Ling Yue.

They were secretly competing with each other.

Whatever.

Ling Yue picked up a skewer.

To accommodate her stomach, the skewers were low in salt, spice, and oil.

"How is it? How is it?"

Ling Yue was thinking.

One was a chef, the other a bodyguard.

Why were they competing in cooking skills?

She poked the left side with a bamboo stick. "A good mix of meat and vegetables, balanced nutrition, tender meat and fresh vegetables, and the heat was just right."

Wang Junqi acted smugly, raising an eyebrow at Liang Hanlin.

Ling Yue then poked the right side. Under Liang Hanlin's burning gaze, she spoke: "Team Leader Liang, if you ever stop being a bodyguard, you could consider opening a barbecue shop. It would definitely be the most popular stall on the night market street."

Liang Hanlin tilted his head, looking at Wang Junqi in confusion.

So, whose skewers were actually better?

Bodyguard Xiao Wen rubbed his chin, feeling he had grasped the boss's art of language. "It must be Team Leader Liang who won. Team Leader Liang's barbecue is good enough to open a shop!"

Liang Hanlin also became smug.

Now that he had shown off this skill, would the boss look at him in a new light?

Zang Lanyi didn't come to work today; it must be because the boss no longer needed her close protection.

Whoo-hoo!

He knew it; he was the boss's true confidant!

Wang Junqi was lost in thought.

Suddenly he rushed in front of Liang Hanlin, "Master, do you have time to give me some pointers?"

Liang Hanlin suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. "Oh, I just grill casually. First you do this and that, then you do that and this..."

"Alright, you two stop talking and come help!

There are over a dozen mouths waiting to eat!" Luo Shanshan dragged Wang Junqi away.

The two wanted to say more, but once their masks were on, they automatically muted themselves.

They couldn't let the boss eat any of their saliva...

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Mr. Mao and Mao's Mother had lost their jobs.

At fifty years old, it was hard to jump to a suitable company.

The key was the pressure of the mortgage. Forced by necessity, they could only list their new house for sale.

Considering that life had to go on and their son was a useless waste,

The old couple didn't have time to rest before they started going out to look for work.

They thought everything would end like this.

Suddenly one day, the police came to their door saying Mao Wenjie had stolen a bike.

The surveillance clearly showed Mao Wenjie riding away an 8,000 yuan mountain bike from someone's yard, and the stolen goods were found downstairs in the residential area.

The evidence was complete.

Mao Wenjie was tired.

Wasn't it said that every time he opened his mouth he offended people? He didn't even bother explaining anymore.

And so, he happily celebrated his second trip to the station.

Mr. Mao and Mao's Mother seemed to age ten years in an instant as they scrambled to get him out.