Chapter 42 Chen Zetian, the Righteous Swordsman

When Chen Zetian the Knight-Errant arrived at school, there was already a circle of people sitting in the office.

The homeroom teacher was a young woman surnamed Li.

She was standing next to the water dispenser pouring water for a middle-aged woman, whose eyes were red and swollen; she had clearly been crying.

The Dean of Students sat behind the desk, looking serious.

Chen Zetian was leaning against a chair in the corner, his school uniform crooked, a smudge of dirt on his knee, his head lowered as he avoided looking at anyone.

"Teacher, what is the specific condition of the other child right now?" Chen Ang asked the Dean of Students first.

The middle-aged woman stood up immediately, agitated. "His eyes! My son's eyes are going blind! What's the use of asking that now?"

Chen Ang frowned and looked at her coldly. "Ma'am, we are here to solve the problem, not to cause a scene."

Seeing this, the Dean of Students breathed a sigh of relief, as at least one side was emotionally stable.

He quickly gave Teacher Li a look, signaling her to comfort the parent, while he walked up to Chen Ang. "Chen Zetian's parent, the child has been sent to the hospital, and we are waiting for the results."

Chen Ang nodded, not saying anything more.

Since the incident had occurred, the only thing to do was wait for the results before discussing a solution; anything else was superfluous.

He also had no interest in getting into a fight over Chen Zetian with people he would likely never meet again in his life.

He pondered in his heart how to resolve this matter.

Compensation definitely had to be paid, but he wouldn't pay a single cent of it.

Even if the money Wen Huilin used for compensation was marital property, the lawsuit for fraudulent upbringing would force her to cough up every single cent.

Chen Ang then walked over to Chen Zetian and crouched down, raising his hand to stroke the back of his head. "Are you hurt?"

Chen Zetian shook his head, glanced up at him, and then quickly lowered his head again.

Chen Ang chuckled inwardly. So he knows fear now?

Child, be brave.

When you were helping your biological parents deceive me into raising another man's child, I didn't see you being afraid then.

It didn't take long for the results from the hospital to come in. After a series of phone calls, the middle-aged woman let out a long sigh of relief, and the Dean of Students also relaxed significantly.

"Chen Zetian's parent, the hospital says the child's eye is not blind, but the injury is quite serious. It is preliminarily determined to be corneal leukoma."

The Dean of Students did not hide anything and spoke bluntly.

Seeing his expression, Chen Ang knew the injury was not trivial. After formulating a plan, he lowered his head and patted Chen Zetian's head. "Now, you tell me what happened."

Chen Zetian was not stupid. Knowing his classmate wouldn't go blind, his courage grew a bit. He spoke up: "Li Ziting hit Zhou Mo first, then I tried to stop him, and Li Ziting came to kick me."

"So, you stabbed him with a pencil?" Chen Ang asked.

"I... I just gestured with it, it wasn't on purpose." Seeing Chen Ang's expressionless face, Chen Zetian felt a bit of fear; his voice grew quieter and quieter, and his hands unconsciously gripped the hem of his school uniform.

After digesting the results from the hospital, the middle-aged woman stood up abruptly, pointing at Chen Zetian, her voice trembling. "Not on purpose? Your son stuck a pencil into my son's eye. If he does this without meaning to, what would happen if he did it on purpose?"

Chen Ang stood up and blocked Chen Zetian. "It was a scuffle between classmates; both sides are responsible. Your son started bullying a classmate, and my son was stopping his school bullying and acting in self-defense. If you want to punish, fine, punish both."

"You say whatever you want?" The parent's voice rose another octave. "Self-defense? He used a pencil for self-defense? That's assault, that's intentional injury, that's attempted murder." She took out her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed. "Fine, if the school can't manage you, I'll call the police."

Chen Ang waved his hand, indicating she could do as she pleased, and did not stop her. He pulled up a chair and sat next to Chen Zetian, taking the opportunity to check his phone to see how much compensation corneal leukoma would cost.

The other parent, already furious, was even more incensed by Chen Ang's tough stance.

Despite the Dean of Students and Teacher Li's attempts to stop her, they couldn't, and she really did call the police.

Seeing this outcome, Chen Zetian secretly tugged on his sleeve, his voice trembling. "Dad, I'm scared..."

"Don't be afraid." Chen Ang patted the back of his hand, his tone steady. "You only fought back because you were being bullied; it was an act of chivalry, helping a bullied female classmate."

Chen Zetian bit his lip, tears falling onto the floor with a pitter-patter.

Chen Ang sneered inwardly as he watched. As expected, not his own flesh and blood; he had no brains at all, only knowing how to act rashly.

In the future, whenever he causes trouble, Wen Huilin and Tu Yuandong will have their hands full.

At this moment, the sound of high heels came from the end of the hallway, hasty and chaotic, approaching from afar.

Wen Huilin ran into the office, clutching her bag, sweat on her face, and her makeup ruined.

She didn't even look at the other parent, rushing straight to Chen Zetian, grabbing his shoulders, touching him up and down, unzipping and zipping his school uniform, asking incessantly: "Xiaotian, where are you hurt? Let Mom see, say something!"

"I'm fine, Mom." Chen Zetian's face turned red from her fussing, and he struggled to push her hands away. "It was Li Ziting who hit Zhou Mo first, and then kicked me first."

Wen Huilin stopped, turned to see the extremely agitated middle-aged woman, then stiffly turned her face back, forcing a smile to say to the homeroom teacher: "Teacher Li, our Xiaotian is usually very well-behaved; there must be a misunderstanding here..."

"Misunderstanding?" The middle-aged woman sneered, pointing to her own eyes. "Your son almost poked my son's eye out, and you're telling me it's a misunderstanding?"

Wen Huilin opened her mouth, but was speechless; after all, it was her son who had injured someone.

She crouched down, gripped Chen Zetian's hand, and lowered her voice: "Xiaotian, tell Mom. You can like to play, but how could you poke someone with a pencil?"

She suddenly remembered something, stood up, and squeezed out a smile at the other parent. "He just signed up for a Fencing class recently; children don't know any better, they like to practice moves when they learn new things. It really wasn't on purpose..."

Chen Ang leaned back against the chair, turned his face away, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Fencing class, thirty-eight thousand. You were the one who paid for it.

The middle-aged woman completely ignored Wen Huilin's apology. "Don't make excuses. Either pay up, or let your son take a hit too. You choose."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ang looked at the other parent with slight surprise; he didn't expect her to sober up so quickly.

This is a real bargain. After knowing her son's eye wasn't blind, the first thing she thought of was money.

However, this is exactly what I want.

Chen Ang stopped sitting and stood up directly. "We came here with guilt and apologies to begin with. First of all, no one wants to see such a thing happen."

"Secondly, this matter is an accident. Although your son was at fault first, we will not shirk our responsibility. We will pay whatever compensation is due; we will not evade it."

Upon hearing this, the other parent's expression softened slightly.

Seeing this, Wen Huilin, who was on the side, also breathed a sigh of relief. In her concept, as long as he wasn't blind, it wasn't a big deal.

Chen Ang didn't say anything more and casually tucked his phone into his trouser pocket. He hadn't forgotten that corneal leukoma is considered a Grade 10 disability, and the compensation starts at one hundred thousand.