Chapter 64: The Wealthy Female Assassin

Li Muzhi nearly slammed the table again, but restrained himself in the end. "Young man, watch your words!"

Yang Meng shook his head. "Watch my words? Look at the mess you've made, and you don't want anyone to talk about it? With the way you are, how can you be a teacher, shaping young minds? Anyone unlucky enough to have you as a teacher must have suffered for eight generations! What Li Xiaoqing has done is indeed disappointing, but now, having family like you is just another stroke of bad luck for her!"

Li Muzhi defended himself, "What do you know? I raised her, fed her, educated her. Where did I go wrong?"

Yang Meng sneered. "You think that's enough? It's tragic! People like you aren't fit to be parents. Zou Yalan, you have a child now, right? If things continue like this, your child's life will also turn into a tragedy."

Li Muzhi glared. "You, boy, with no experience, what do you know? Have you ever been married? Do you have a child? What gives you the right to meddle in our family's affairs? How I raise my child is my business!"

Yang Meng laughed coldly. "No, I haven't been married, and I don't have children. But I have been a child. Besides, does someone need to study the principles of refrigerator manufacturing to judge whether a fridge works well?"

Li Muzhi was so angry his lips trembled. "You... you... you're just twisting words!"

Zou Yalan interjected, "Mr. Yang, please don't leave just yet. You're right about everything. With Xiaoqing's situation, as parents, we must take responsibility. We're willing to compensate for all the damages." She took a thick envelope from her handbag. "Here is one hundred thousand yuan, our compensation for the nightclub owner."

Yang Meng smiled slightly. "Why not just give it directly to him?"

Zou Yalan gave a bitter laugh. "He won't take it. He said..."

"He must've said something unpleasant," Yang Meng interrupted. "No need to repeat it. It's interesting, isn't it? When something happens to Li Xiaoqing, her stepmother seems to care more than her own father. Are you doing this for your conscience or because you genuinely care about Li Xiaoqing? Never mind, you don't have to explain. I don't want to hear it—it's all your family's business. Now, I'll call you Sister Zou. From an outsider's perspective, you're the root cause of all this, though it's not solely your fault; one hand alone can't clap. Your own childhood was unfortunate, but that's no excuse to make another child's childhood miserable. You're a mother now, and I believe you don't want your child to suffer as you did. Take care of yourselves."

Zou Yalan, seeing Yang Meng about to leave, hurried to stop him. Yang Meng waved her off. "No need. I'll help with Li Xiaoqing's issue, but you should be prepared. Even if she gets through this, if I were her, I wouldn't come home again. Whatever happens after that is none of my concern."

Zou Yalan nodded quickly in agreement.

Yang Meng was just about to leave when he paused, picked up the envelope with the hundred thousand yuan, and walked away without looking back.

Watching Yang Meng go, Li Muzhi, who had been silent, suddenly found his voice. "Hmph, why are you so polite to him? Look at what kind of people these are! Dressed all weird, doesn't know how to speak properly! I've seen plenty like him—future scourges of society!"

Zou Yalan turned to him. "Husband, even if you dislike him, you shouldn't show it. See, just a few soft words and the issue is resolved."

Li Muzhi snorted. "Who knows if that kid will actually do what he took the money for?"

Zou Yalan shook her head. "This case is so high-profile, he wouldn't dare."

Li Muzhi thought for a moment. "Wife, you're the smart one! Hmph, just look at my stupid daughter—just as foolish as her mother! Getting her out this time is just me fulfilling a father's duty."

Zou Yalan said, "That won't do. If you act like that, it's not good for our son's upbringing. Enough, let's go home."

"Why the rush? The coffee here is expensive. We'll finish it before leaving! We paid for it!" Li Muzhi replied. "That bumpkin, doesn't even know how to drink coffee!"

At that moment, Yang Meng had no idea Li Muzhi and the others were discussing him. He was on his way to 'Focus' nightclub.

But upon arrival, he found it was closed. He couldn't help but laugh at himself—how could a nightclub be open at this hour?

He suddenly realized he had nowhere to go. He hadn't noticed it when busy with work, but now, with nothing to do, he was bored.

Hu Er Leng called him, saying they'd found a place, right at Longteng's spot. They were very satisfied; after all, it had been a restaurant before, the layout was suitable, and there was plenty of foot traffic nearby. The only problem was the kitchen, which needed serious renovation, including the exhaust, since barbecue causes pollution and standards are strict.

Yang Meng didn't understand any of this, so he just let them handle it.

After hanging up, Yang Meng felt even more bored. The library? It closed at five. How to kill time now?

As he idly rummaged in his pocket, he found Zhang San's business card.

Ah, that's right—he could go see him! They should be done with their errands by now.

He called Zhang San, who was already at the shop. Hearing from Yang Meng, he was delighted and sent him the location. Yang Meng biked straight to Zhang San's motorcycle club.

It was obvious Zhang Yunfei really liked the name 'Zhang San.' The sign for 'Zhang San Motorcycle Club' was so big you could see it from two miles away.

Zhang San was modest, but in truth, his club was impressively large: the front was a showroom for selling bikes, beside it was the repair area, there was a riders' lounge, and behind the club lay a vast lot—the driving school.

When Yang Meng arrived, Chongfeng and the others were already there, but the place was in chaos. Zhang San was bent over, busy with something. As Yang Meng biked over, he saw the glass door had been shattered.

"Third Brother, what's going on? Did you offend someone? Did someone smash your storefront?" Yang Meng stopped his bike and asked.

Zhang San looked up and greeted him, "Don't ask. Someone rode a motorcycle straight through the door."

Yang Meng tilted his head and asked Chongfeng, "Hey, was this your doing?"

Everyone laughed at that. Chongfeng's riding skills were a running joke.

Chongfeng covered his face. "What did I ever do to deserve this, Yang Meng? I was the first to meet you, you should stick up for me! My riding may be bad, but I do know where the brakes are."

"So what happened?" Yang Meng asked, puzzled.

Zhang San sighed. "A female daredevil showed up today to learn how to ride a motorcycle."

Yang Meng was taken aback. "Third Brother, isn't the training ground behind the club? How did your shop door get smashed?"

"Don't even ask!" Zhang San grumbled. "How could I have known the girl was so reckless? She couldn't even ride a bicycle, but came to learn for a D-class license. The coach thought she was an experienced driver and gave her a ZS125 to get familiar with. She got on and twisted the throttle to the max, shot straight out from inside. Luckily, she was only in first gear, so the speed wasn't too high, and fortunately she turned and hit the glass door. If she'd gone out onto the road, it could've been dangerous."

Yang Meng was dumbfounded, and looked at the tire marks on the floor. "Wow, is the girl okay?"

Zhang San replied, "She's fine, but the bike's unlucky—needs repairs."

"Did she pay for damages?" Yang Meng asked, curious.

Zhang San nodded. "She wasn't short on money—had bodyguards with her, even paid for lost work time. What could I say? Before leaving, she bought a motorcycle to take home and practice."

"Practice at home? She doesn't even have a license—what if something happens?"

Zhang San smiled wryly. "She signed a contract, stating she'd only ride it at home, and if anything happened outside, I wouldn't be responsible."

"Ride at home?" Yang Meng was baffled.

Zhang San nodded. "Her villa in the suburbs supposedly covers a hundred acres, including the house and yard."

"How much?" Yang Meng's eyes widened. A standard football field is 7,140 square meters; a hundred acres is nearly ten football fields. With a house that big, do you need a train inside?

Yang Meng glanced at Qiao Yu and the three girls sitting nearby sipping juice. "Do all wealthy families live like that? A hundred acres? That's not a villa, it's an estate!"

Qiao Yu shrugged. "Come on, my family's comfortable, but not to that extent. We don't even have a villa! Well, only Quan Yajing lives in a villa. You could consider marrying in."

Quan Yajing nudged Qiao Yu. "Enough already. Your family has four luxury apartments in East Mountain Garden. Any one of them is pricier than my little villa!"

Qiao Yu said, "One thing's for sure—she's a real rich beauty. Whoever marries her will save themselves three hundred years of struggle! I'm telling you, here's your chance. Volunteer to be her coach! Chongfeng, your riding skills are just right for her. Ask Third Brother to give you an opportunity!"

Chongfeng shook his head. "Forget it. Didn't you hear she has bodyguards? I'd rather not get myself into trouble!"

Yang Meng was curious. "Third Brother, what kind of bike did this rich girl buy from you?"

Zhang San sighed, rubbing his temples. "Don't even ask. I talked myself hoarse before she finally bought a 'Baboon.'"

Yang Meng looked disgusted. "So she's stingy after all? Took so much effort to sell her a 'Baboon?'"

Zhang San smiled wryly. "You misunderstand. She wanted to take my prized bike home. How could I let her? With her skills, letting her ride my pride and joy would make me a murderer!"

"My prized bike?"