Rotting Land: Survive

"Ask your son yourself and see what filthy things he has done!" Old Xu’s face was as stern as an iron plate, without a hint of expression.

The attitude of the other party already clearly indicated the problem. Liu Fugui glanced at Liu Yunpeng huddled in the corner of the wall. He had talked to his son just at noon, warning him not to ruin himself because of a femme fatale.

This is great. In just a few hours, his precious son treated his words as mere wind at his ears.

The feeling of being disappointed was probably like this; at this moment, Liu Fugui felt unusually weary at heart. Seeing his son appear in Yang Xue’s room, he knew exactly what his son’s intentions were.

The overwhelming disappointment even made him want to walk away, but seeing the fear in his son’s eyes, Liu Fugui’s heart softened. After all, he couldn’t abandon his only son.

Although Liu Fugui had already roughly guessed the development of the situation, if he wanted to help his son, he could only pretend not to know. Thankfully, he was familiar with such matters, and coping was effortless for him at this moment.

His voice sank, his face hardened, and Liu Fugui immediately put on the stern expression of a strict father and sternly questioned Liu Yunpeng: "Yunpeng, speak, what exactly did you do?"

"I..." Liu Yunpeng, feeling guilty, became even more fearful upon hearing Liu Fugui’s tone.

Filled with guilt, he knew that if his father knew that the reason for entering Yang Xue’s fragrant boudoir at night was just to relieve his unbearable urge, he wouldn’t need anyone in the villa to take action; his father would chase him out himself. After all, his father had warned him beforehand.

What to do? His father was his only lifeline. If even he got angry and ignored him, then... Liu Yunpeng dared not imagine. His mind was crystal clear now; he had to prevent Liu Fugui from knowing the truth no matter what.

"Dad, I... I was beaten so inexplicably too. To be honest, when Yang Xue went up to our place with people from the villa before, I encountered her. At that time, remembering her sudden farewell, I hot-headedly said some unpleasant things. But when I calmed down afterward, I regretted it, feeling I had gone too far. So, I wanted to find an opportunity to apologize to her. But I could never see her again. Today, I plan to use the rare occasion of New Year’s Day to seek her forgiveness. Who knew, as soon as I entered Yang Xue’s room, before I could say a few words, Wang Qiang, he..."

"Enough, shut up. At this point, you are still lying. Do you think the elders here are fools?"

"Dad, I... I’m not lying. If you don’t believe me, ask Yang Xue. Yang Xue, say something quickly. Did I come here sincerely to apologize to you?"

Liu Yunpeng looked eagerly at Yang Xue, knowing that the next words she said would directly determine his fate today and going forward.

"Xiao Liu, is what Yunpeng said true? Did he enter your room to apologize?"

The invisible aura of Liu Fugui was pressing enough to make Yang Xue unable to breathe. She was barely managing herself now; cooperating with Liu Yunpeng to complete this lie was her only way out, preventing the people from the villa from laying hands on her.

After all, only she, Liu Yunpeng, and Wang Qiang were present at the time. As long as she and Liu Yunpeng stood together, at least morally they would have a point.

Additionally, she had to pray that the people from the villa would still be as reasonable as usual at this moment.

"Damn it, where’s that bastard Liu Yunpeng, I’m going to end him." Wei Dazhuang charged into the room furiously with a scythe in hand, followed closely by Hu Xiaodong and others who were equally murderous.

"Move aside, Huang, I don’t care how tough you think you are. You better sensibly move aside now, or don’t blame my scythe for not having eyes."

Huang Yong stepped forward unhindered, grasping the handle of the scythe silently, engaging in a silent contest of strength.

However, contrary to his decisive display, inwardly he was a million times unwilling. If Liu Fugui weren’t present, Huang Yong would never stop Wei Dazhuang from wanting to kill Liu Yunpeng.

Honestly, he would rather Liu Yunpeng, the unruly child, disappear sooner from his sight, lest he drags everyone down with him and brings bad luck to their group.

Huang Yong’s movement compelled Yao Ruyi and another subordinate to stand out as well, involuntarily challenging the villa’s authority with their actions.

What a joke. To Wei Dazhuang and his men, dear brother Wang Qiang was knocked unconscious on their turf, and now even when seeking an explanation, they were brazenly blocked by the outsiders in front. The arrogance was unbearable.

Men could be killed but not humiliated, as Hu Xiaodong and others mercilessly joined from behind. Seeing that both sides were about to clash, Old Xu let out a furious roar, "All of you, stop!"

Everyone present was stunned for a moment. Seizing their distraction, Old Xu struck from both sides. Both Wei Dazhuang and Huang Yong felt a sourness in their wrists, their strength was released and dispersed.

Wei Dazhuang was quite puzzled by Old Xu’s actions and questioned, "Old Xu, what are you doing? Haven’t you seen what that bastard Liu Yunpeng did to Qiang? What now? Are you planning to protect that kid?"

Xu Renjie’s eyes moved unconsciously; Wei Dazhuang’s words stabbed him deeply in the chest like a sharpened knife, causing unbearable pain.

No way would he want to protect someone like Liu Yunpeng. If not for considering Spring Xiu’s group’s potential threat, Old Xu would have wished to personally kill Yang Xue and Liu Yunpeng, those wicked duo.

But the complexity of reality didn’t allow him to vent his anger and hatred without consideration of the bigger picture. As the head of the villa, he carried everyone’s lives on his shoulders. Wei Dazhuang and others could ignore the consequences of avenging Liu Yunpeng, but Old Xu could not.

Liu Fugui had just this one precious son, he had to consider his potential outburst.

So, regardless of how much Wang Qiang suffered, before ensuring everyone’s safety, even with all his rage and resentment, he had to suppress it.

At this moment, the villa must not have internal conflicts, or consequences would be unimaginable.

When Old Lin checked Wang Qiang’s injuries and listened to Xiao Zhang’s brief recount of the incident and hurriedly arrived at the scene in Yang Xue’s room, he overheard Wei Dazhuang’s outraged questioning. Perhaps others might not understand Old Xu’s actions, but as a fellow villa manager, he understood too well the purpose behind them. He also sympathized with Old Xu’s feelings of being misunderstood. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)