Chapter Twenty: The Grudges of the Wealthy Family

  The woman brought in by Song's father was named Zhang Ningyan. Not only had she been involved with underworld figures, but she also constantly stirred up trouble and drove a wedge between Song Qingyuan and his father. The most confrontational incident occurred when Zhang Ningyan deliberately fell down in the bathroom and moaned, then called for Song Qingyuan to come and help her, but as soon as he touched her, she took the opportunity to falsely accuse him of taking liberties with her.

  This behavior made Song's father very angry, so he sent Song Qingguan to live in a public apartment of the Song family, and he and Zhang Ningyan started a world of two people. As for Zhang Ningyan found by Song Qingguan in the past, he also ignored it, and warned him not to think about his stepmother again, otherwise the father and son would be separated and never see each other again.

  Song Qingguan had no choice but to ignore his father and Zhang Ningyan's affair, and prepare for the possibility of losing the family property to Zhang Ningyan. However, Song Qingguan's father suddenly passed away last week due to a heart attack. Since he did not leave a will, and neither was there a marriage certificate between him and Zhang Ningyan, all the family properties were left to Song Qingguan according to law.

  Zhang Ningyan was not willing to let the cooked duck fly away, so on this seventh day of the month, she lured him back home to burn incense and took the opportunity to coerce him into signing over all his property. Song Qingguan found an excuse to escape from home, but unexpectedly Zhang Ningyan had laid ambushes outside, fortunately Song Qingguan was familiar with the terrain and managed to escape the blockade.

  He sighed at this point:

  "It wasn't until I met you all that everything was okay."

  After listening to the story, Qiao Baozi nodded and patted him on the shoulder, reminding him: "This woman is poisonous! It seems that you need to be careful in the future. Dividing property can easily lead to death, so you don't have to find a place to hide anymore. Just stay at Huahai University. Generally, people don't dare make trouble on campus. Is it just that you don't have any relatives to help you?"

  "Relative?"

  Song Qingyuan let out a sigh and a bitter smile flashed across his face: "They didn't pry into my property, that's already not bad. To ask them for help is simply wishful thinking. And this Zhang Ningyan has some connection with the Qing Bang, how would those relatives of mine dare to offend her easily? Besides, they may have been settled by Zhang Ningyan long ago."

  Qingbang has always been a difficult mountain to cross.

  Zhao Heng gazed at Song Qingguan, whose expression was despondent, and a hint of sympathy flashed across his eyes. It's indeed painful for a rich second-generation to become a bereaved family member in a short time. So he comforted him by saying: "What Fatso said is right, compared to other places, school is still relatively safe, at least we can help out."

  "Aren't you guys afraid? This will get you into trouble."

  Song Qing's face was filled with endless emotion, and he stopped in his tracks, opening his mouth to say: "That woman is now in control of our Song family's resources, and she still has a close relationship with the Qing Bang. She can be considered a master of both black and white, you two help me, she will be angry that you are meddling in other people's business, who knows, she might even throw you two into the Huangpu River."

  "If we were afraid of trouble, we wouldn't have bothered with you just now."

  Qiao Pangzi burst out laughing and put on a fearless attitude: "Moreover, Heng Ge beat the opponent like a pig's head, things have already been tainted, it's not possible to clear up now, so why not face it together with you? But this way is not feasible, you must take the initiative to turn the situation around."

  In the midst of conversation, the three had already entered Hua Hai University and even made their way to the boys' dormitory. Zhao Heng even went out of his way to buy a set of daily necessities, including a quilt cover and a sheet. Song Qingyuan was deeply grateful for Zhao Heng's thoughtfulness and care, wanting to return the money but discovering that he only had one bank card left on him.

  The sports car and mobile phone all fell into the house.

  Zhao Heng helped to spread out the bedding: "What Fatso said is right, we need to take the initiative to turn things around."

  "I am waiting for my uncle to come back from America."

  Song Qingguan smoothed out the grass mat with both hands and honestly told himself, "He's an American lawyer, I spoke to him on the phone yesterday, he said as long as I don't sign the transfer agreement, he'll be able to help me resolve it when he gets back, but he still has things to deal with over there and won't be free for more than half a month."

  "Half a month? That's a bit long!"

  "However, if there's nowhere else to go, then hide in school for now."

  Qiao Pangzi also nodded slightly, sticking to Song Qingguan's side: "That's right, although the conditions at Huahai University are a bit harsh, the school leaders still have some weight, and without the mayor's personal signature, even the police don't dare to make trouble on campus, let alone what about Qing Bang! After all, this university is related to the hearts of the people of Huahai City."

  "And Dongfang Xiong has also left his mark, who dares to make trouble?"

  Song Qingguan nodded: "Thank you, Brother Heng." The helping hands of the two coincidentally met roommates still made him feel a lot more at ease. Then he let out a long sigh and said: "I will hide in school on one hand and wait for my uncle to come back. I must grit my teeth and survive, then take back all the property and make that woman suffocate with anger."

  Qiao Yuncai smiled slyly: "That's right, the better you live, the more painful your enemies will be."

  Zhao Heng glanced at Qiao Yuncai, although he wanted to punch the fat man's flesh, but he still had some appreciation for his courage. After all, he was not afraid of Du Yanbiao and others who were strong and brave. Qiao Yuncai was involved in this matter without fear, which made him feel a little surprised: why?

  However, he soon dismissed the idea of further investigation and shifted his attention to the matter of Song Qingguan: "Waiting for your American uncle to return is a great hope, but waiting passively is not enough. This half-month period is enough time for your stepmother to play her tricks eight or ten times. We must create some trouble for her."

  It's actually been drawn into the Song family property whirlpool and decided to help Song Qingyuan, Zhao Heng began his usual calculation: "Moreover, we must highlight the importance of your successor, only in this way will your safety have basic guarantees, otherwise you may be caught as soon as you leave school or take a walk."

  "Or just crash and die at seventy yards!"

  Song Qingguan was stunned, his eyes wide with shock, and a chill suddenly ran down his entire body. Although he was a rich second-generation, he had always been a gentle and warm rich second-generation, so he hadn't suffered too many hardships or evil things, and he didn't have the depth of malicious speculation that came from having a sinister heart. He habitually thought that after the danger passed, there would be a period of peaceful days.

  Now, however, a sense of crisis emerged, and his mouth corners slightly twitched.

  Qiao Pangzi nodded with his hands behind his back: "That's right! Strike first!"

  Zhao Heng thought for a moment and said lightly: "Fatty, take out your computer, let's... the Song Corporation..."

  "Right!"

  Before Zhao Heng finished speaking, Song Qingguan suddenly slapped his forehead, the wound making him grit his teeth, but he still maintained a hint of excitement: "I can pretend to be a hacker and attack the Song Corporation's network, let them be busy for a while, involve their future interests, that woman will definitely have no time to bother me."

  Qiao Pangzi took out his own computer and glanced at Song Qingguan: "So you're a hacker after all?"

  Song Qingguan felt a bit self-satisfied and embarrassed: "There's a little trick."

  Zhao Heng stopped the topic he was discussing earlier, waving his hand and smiling: "That's exactly what I meant, Qing Guan. First, let's cause some chaos for the Song Corporation, paralyze their network, create huge potential losses, and make your stepmother temporarily unable to deal with you. And after things get big, it will also attract attention from outside."

  "Then you, as the heir, will also be remembered by outsiders and have many eyes on you, your safety will be guaranteed."

  Song Qingguan nodded enthusiastically: "Good!"

  He immediately picked up the computer and started working, with professional gestures and finger movements. Under Qiao Baozi's gaze, Song Qingyuan directly accessed his company's system. He looked tense and busy, frantically typing on the keyboard. From time to time, there would be a loud report, but each shout made Baozi open his eyes wide.

  "The first layer of firewall of Song's network was breached."

  "The second layer of defense of the Song family network has been breached."

  "The third layer of the Song family network is being destroyed."

  When Song Qingyuan was showing off his fists and feet, Zhao Heng went to take a bath with his clothes on. He had always cherished time and didn't think it was necessary for him to stand by and watch the commotion as Song Qingyuan attacked the Song Corporation. So he carelessly wiped away the bloodstains in the bathroom. Qiao Pangzi looked at him but said nothing.

  Fifteen minutes passed and Song Qingyuan was drenched in sweat.

  "Damn it! The fifth firewall... how can't I break through it?"

  The screen emitted a faint fluorescent glow, under which Song Qingyuan looked very struggling and painful. Qiao Baozi knew he had hit an iron plate, and it seemed that there was no way to crack it, otherwise Song Qingyuan wouldn't be so worried. At this moment, Zhao Heng, wiping water droplets from his body, approached from behind, the fragrance of shower gel wafting through the dormitory.

  "Let me see!"

  Zhao Heng suddenly blurted out a sentence, and both Song Qingguan and Qiao Baozi were taken aback, with surprise flashing across their faces. Could it be that this kid was both literary and martial? That would be too against the heavens! But Song Qingguan still quickly made way for him, Zhao Heng wiping the water droplets from his head with one hand while typing away on the computer keyboard with the other, but to no avail as he couldn't log in.

  The alarm continued to sound, and Zhao Heng paused slightly before his fingers flew faster across the keyboard:

  "That's interesting!"

  Under the lamp light, Zhao Heng's mouth corner revealed a hint of playful smile, like a killing god's smile, making one feel a chill in their heart. Then Qiao Baozi and Song Qingguan saw his fingers move like a dragon dance, like a snake slithering, like a snail crawling, sometimes swift as a tiger descending the mountain, sometimes slow as a king's majestic step.

  But every step left Song Qingyuan and his companions aghast...

  Forty-five seconds...

  Zhao Heng spat out a single word: "Break!"

  The Song family's network suddenly collapsed, and Song Qing and Guan's bodies stiffened.

  Zhao Heng threw the computer to Song Qingguan and said lightly: "You guys continue playing..."