24: Chapter 24 Every family has its own troubles

Once Mr. Shen revealed his identity, even Sun Xiaoliang, who had been clutching his arm and screaming continuously, stopped making a sound.

The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the few riders all hunched their necks and lowered their heads, not even daring to look up at Mr. Shen.

Mr. Shen, however, couldn't be bothered to pay attention to these people. He pointed in the direction they had come from and spat out a single word: "Scram—"

The group of riders turned around and fled, disappearing in a flash.

Sun Xiaoliang even abandoned his motorcycle and ran off, clutching his arm.

Only the young master remained curled up on the ground, shivering.

Mr. Shen snorted: "Stop putting on an act for me, get up—"

The petite rider slowly stood up.

She brushed the dust off her body and stood in front of Mr. Shen with her head lowered.

"Helmet!"

The petite rider obediently took off her helmet, revealing a dashing and pretty oval face. Her features were picturesque and full of heroic spirit, though she had short hair and her eyes were filled with defiance.

Han Jingyang saw this scene and widened his eyes.

A young girl?

Is she even twenty yet?

Good grief.

Old Shen really knows how to lay it on thick; he actually hit her.

If this were a son, wouldn't he have been beaten to death on the spot?

While his mind wandered, he said to Old Shen: "Mr. Shen, let's talk inside. In such a public place..."

Mr. Shen turned around and headed straight back into the shop.

Han Jingyang cupped his hands toward the surrounding neighbors and passersby: "It's fine, it's fine. Everyone, go back to what you were doing. Sorry about that."

Once Old Shen's daughter entered, he hurriedly closed the shop door and went back inside. He pulled a rattan chair over for the young girl and placed it opposite the sofa: "Sit down. Would you like something to drink?"

The young girl turned her head away and snorted.

Mr. Shen slammed the coffee table: "What kind of attitude is that? Apologize!"

The young girl kept her head turned, staring at the ceiling without saying a word.

Mr. Shen stood up abruptly and rushed toward the baseball bat by the door.

Han Jingyang hurriedly stopped him.

Just kidding, disciplining his daughter was fine, but not in his shop. What if something actually happened?

While comforting Mr. Shen: "Old Shen, calm down, calm down. You can't raise a child like that."

He said to Liu Jing: "Liu Jing, take her to the back room and get her something to drink."

Liu Jing pulled the unwilling young girl away.

Mr. Shen finally calmed down and said to Han Jingyang with an apologetic face: "Little brother, I've made a spectacle of myself."

"Every family has its own difficulties, and besides, educating children is inherently a difficult problem. It's normal. She'll be better when she's a bit older."

"Sigh, she was disobedient when she was little, and the older she gets, the more rebellious she becomes. I can't control her at all. It's only because I was here today; otherwise, who knows how much trouble she might have gotten into. Come to think of it, I just thought she was riding motorcycles for fun; I never expected her to do something like this. It's really..."

"Take it slow. You can't rush it. Between a father and daughter, you just need to communicate more."

Han Jingyang chimed in with some platitudes to comfort Old Shen.

What else could he say?

What? The young girl's mother?

The woman Old Shen brought clearly wasn't his original wife, nor was she the girl's biological mother. Otherwise, she wouldn't have just stood there silently like a background character. Being a stepmother is indeed difficult, especially in this situation where saying anything would be wrong; saying nothing at least avoids mistakes.

Han Jingyang played the role of an onlooker in his heart while agreeing out loud.

Once Mr. Shen calmed down, he said: "Old Shen, let's end this here. Please, whatever you do, don't get involved. It's not a big deal, and I can solve it. If you get involved, the nature of this will change."

Mr. Shen asked seriously: "You really don't need me to?"

Han Jingyang nodded seriously as well.

He really didn't want Old Shen to get involved in this matter because Old Shen's status was indeed sensitive.

Seeing this, Mr. Shen didn't say anything more but apologized solemnly: "Little brother, this whole affair really didn't look good. I'll bring Lele back later to apologize."

"No need, no need. It has nothing to do with her."

"If it weren't for her being used as a shield by others, there wouldn't have been so much trouble."

"She's still young and doesn't know any better."

"Sigh, the more I talk about it, the angrier I get. Little brother, let's chat later." Old Shen said, standing up and heading into the back room to drag his daughter away.

After Old Shen's family of three left, Liu Jing hunched her neck and inched over to Han Jingyang: "Boss, I'm sorry. I, I caused trouble."

Han Jingyang smiled: "Your salary for this month is doubled."

"Huh?"

"A reward for your heroic act of saving your master. But only this once, understand?"

"Hehe, thank you Boss. But I was genuinely afraid you'd get hurt. Boss, your body is very precious now; you can't afford to get injured."

"I have the ability to protect myself."

"I couldn't tell at all."

"A charlatan has a charlatan's way of solving problems. I have plenty of ways to subdue him quietly without leaving a trace. Even calling the police would be useless. It's much more clever than you openly waving a big stick and smashing people."

"Really?"

"Mhm. In fact, that kid has already been hit by my trick. You don't have to do anything; in a few days, he will naturally come to apologize."

"What kind of method?" Liu Jing became interested: "You didn't even touch him. How did you make him fall for it?"

"Cannot be said, cannot be said."

"Stingy."

While they were talking, Sun Fuchang ran in, panting. Upon entering, he bowed with his hands cupped: "Little brother, I'm truly sorry, truly sorry."

Han Jingyang pointed to the sofa: "Sit, sit, sit. It's not a big deal."

"Sigh, I'm ashamed. To have raised such a good-for-nothing son. Sigh, I have no face to see anyone."

"When sons grow up, they don't listen to their fathers. Before he was twenty, he might have listened when you educated him. But he's nearly forty now; how can you educate him?"

"That's easy to say, but when he really causes trouble, isn't it still me, his father, who has to clean up the mess?"

"It's better to let go when you should. Can you really take care of him for a lifetime?"

Sun Fuchang was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and remained silent. After a moment, he suddenly looked up: "Little brother, tell me, at my age, is it still possible for me to have another child?"

Han Jingyang was greatly shocked.

What does this Old Sun want to do?

Starting a "new account"?

It's possible, but Old Sun's wife definitely can't give birth anymore. He would have to find a younger wife.

But the problem is, with Sun Xiaoliang's character, would he allow Old Sun to do that?

Unless he gets a divorce.

Thinking of this possibility, he hurriedly said: "Old Sun, don't do anything stupid."

Sun Fuchang instead calmed down: "I know what I'm doing. Little brother, tell me the truth: do you have any dharma instrument that can help me have another child?"

Han Jingyang hesitated for a moment: "I do have one, but it's of a very low grade and might not work. Moreover, whether you can have a child depends first on whether you have the ability yourself. The dharma instrument can only take effect if you have that ability; it's just an aid and can only increase the success rate. I've told you this principle before."

Upon hearing this, Sun Fuchang took a deep breath: "I understand. Little brother, please save that dharma instrument for me."

"You really want it?"

"Yes," Sun Fuchang's attitude was very firm: "How much?"

Han Jingyang looked back at the counter and realized that a blue and white porcelain plate with the "Progeny" attribute had already been bought by Zhou Yucheng.

So he could only shake his head and say: "I remembered wrong. That item was bought by someone else; it's currently out of stock. You'll have to wait. I'll notify you whenever I manage to find a similar dharma instrument."

"Ah?" Sun Fuchang was quite disappointed: "When will there be one?"

"It depends on luck, but rest assured, if I really find one, I will definitely notify you as soon as possible."

Sun Fuchang then directly took out his bank card: "Then let me leave a sum of money with you as a deposit. We can settle the difference later. Is that okay?"