My Life with Narration-Chapter 297 - 294: Farted Out of Embarrassment

Lu Xun once said, if you can’t handle the father, then deal with the son.

The old man is getting on in years, and no one can really deal with him anymore, nothing can be done, but surely his son isn’t in the same category, so naturally, we look for someone who can be dealt with.

Lu Xun also said, when dealing with cunning old folks, you have to employ some shameless tactics because the normal ones simply don’t work; otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many old foxes out there.

Not everyone who has children is fit to be called a parent, and not every elderly person is worthy of respect. Some old people do whatever they please, using their age as an excuse, and brazenly make a fool of themselves; these are basically unbeatable.

There are others who care a lot about their face but do incredibly shameless things, yet don’t let others mention it; otherwise, they’ll pretend to have a heart attack and die from rage, eventually extorting eighty-eight thousand from you—these are considered semi-unbeatable.

Such news is common on TV, and there’s even a report about an old man on a bus who slapped a young guy and ended up dying from anger.

This happened because the young guy didn’t retaliate or talk back; otherwise, the family would certainly come over to demand compensation.

It’s just a pity that the young guy got slapped for nothing. With someone else, they could at least demand some medical fees.

This group of elderly people dares to do this simply because they know they’re old, and the police can’t do much to them. The best way to deal with such people is through their children.

And then the old man’s son was pinned down by Li Zijun.

Of course, such a small matter doesn’t need to be reported to the bureau; as long as the local police station receives the report, someone will arrive on the scene and take them back.

The old man naturally refused to give up, but there’s nothing to be done about him, while his son couldn’t escape.

Soon, surveillance footage of the father-son pair scamming was retrieved; just today, they committed five acts together, with amounts ranging from tens to over a hundred, totaling over 200, which is no small sum.

After all, nowadays, most young people don’t even earn this much in a day, so you could say their income is quite good, reaching several thousand or even over ten thousand in a month with good luck.

And those car owners targeted almost all chose to pay tens to settle the matter peacefully; no one wanted to get involved with the old man—everyone was afraid.

Seeing the middle-aged man taken away, he and Li Zijun naturally had no more business there and drove home, this being just a small interlude.

The two of them got out of the car at a residential area, and Li Zijun parted ways with him to go home and comfort her old man.

By the time he got home, his mom Zhou Hui and old Su had already learned from Li Maoquan that he was also involved in the investigation, so naturally, they wanted to ask him about it out of curiosity, though there was also a bit of concern.

After all, even though he had come of age some time ago and had been out of college for over a year, to the parents, at this age, he’s still no different from a child. The main concern was whether he might be in danger.

Of course, he just gave some half-hearted responses. The details of such cases are naturally inconvenient to disclose, so he could only pick out some things that could be shared, most of which old Su had already witnessed personally.

That night, Zhou Hui even cooked a meal herself for her precious big son—all meat, not a single veggie—saying he’d worked hard and needed to be nourished, which Su Qing declined amidst a churning stomach.

Now, just the sight of meat made his stomach churn, with acid reflux and dry heaves. After refusing, he dragged his weary body back to his room and almost immediately fell asleep.

"I said you didn’t need to cook, didn’t I? Might as well let me do it!" Old Su looked at the white meat stew on the table and sighed.

Not even considering the taste, just the look of it, with its white tinged with red, red tinged with black—if it weren’t his own mom, he’d think someone was trying to poison his son.

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying my cooking isn’t good?" Zhou Hui tilted her chin and glared at old Su upon hearing that.

You know how your cooking is; do you need others to criticize it? Just look—does this seem like a meal a normal person would eat?

Of course, old Su only thought this in his mind; out loud, he said, "How could that be? My wife’s cooking is naturally delicious. I was just saying maybe Su Qing would prefer some veggies today."

Hearing this, Zhou Hui nodded in satisfaction: "Smart move. But since the dishes are cooked, they can’t go to waste. You eat them!"

Su Hongye: "...But honey, I’m actually not hungry. I ate a lot for lunch!"

"What does lunch have to do with dinner? Eat it up!"

Old Su picked up the chopsticks with trembling hands, looked at the table full of dishes, and couldn’t help but smile wryly: "Honey, why don’t you eat too? I can’t finish this alone."

"I’m not eating!"

"Why not? You haven’t eaten either, right?"

"I ordered takeout!"

Su Hongye: ...

The rather oblivious parents didn’t notice that their son wasn’t eating because he was upset, especially given Zhou Hui’s advanced culinary skills, which seemed to make not eating the logical choice.

Su Qing went straight to bed when he returned to his room. Although he wasn’t tired today, the constant vomiting had worn him out, leaving him a bit dizzy—and all he wanted was to sleep.

He suddenly went to bed so early, which pushed his routine forward by several hours, and he didn’t even see the message Shen Yi sent him last night.

Early the next morning, having breakfast with Li Zijun’s family in the same neighborhood.

Yesterday’s events indeed gave Li Maoquan and his wife a scare. I mean, fishing out a corpse while fishing, who wouldn’t feel unlucky!

Although Li Maoquan didn’t say it out loud, internally, he was really frightened by the horrific scene at the time, especially since he and old Su Comrade were the first witnesses.

After coming back last night, Li Zijun chatted with the elders at home for a while, saying it was fine, that she wasn’t working on the case alone, she had colleagues around, which finally eased their concerns.

Despite this, Aunt Liu expressed strong dissatisfaction with her husband’s calling their daughter and involving Su Qing.

You find a corpse, just call the police, why call our daughter? For the elders at home, it’s not about the police, it’s about the safety of my child; being a police officer is just a job, after all.

To this, Li Maoquan wore a bitter expression. He didn’t think about it at the time. If he had known his daughter was so gutsy, he wouldn’t have called at all; who cares about a commendation or not.

Now it’s even more difficult knowing little Su from the Su Family is also involved, but fortunately, with Su Qing there, the elders feel more assured, at least there’s a familiar face, right?

"Daughter, why are you going to work so early on a weekend?" Aunt Liu asked, serving a bowl of porridge for her daughter.

"Yes, it’s because my dad made me take extra shifts. Since the case just came out, the department is definitely busy, I have to go!"

"But it doesn’t have to be this early, it’s only past six!"

"Oh, I need to go to Aunt Hui’s place and take Su Qing with me!"

"Oh right, since Little Su is with you now, you better eat quickly! This child Su Qing likes to sleep in; back when you were in elementary school, you had to go to his house to drag him out every day," Aunt Liu understood immediately upon hearing her daughter was going to find Su Qing.

Suddenly she felt it was really nice that her daughter still had someone familiar around him. Though back then her daughter looked after Little Su like a big sister, now that Little Su has grown up, she thought, shouldn’t it be the other way around?

And hearing this, Li Zijun also chuckled, naturally reminded of those times when she went to pull Su Qing out of bed, joking about him; thinking back, it was quite amusing.

Soon after, Li Zijun had a quick breakfast, grabbed her dad’s car keys, and headed straight for Su Qing’s house.

"Coming, who’s there!"

Upon hearing a knock, old Su Comrade came out from the kitchen, as for the other two at home, they were still in bed and not up yet.

Being such a great man, spinning around the kitchen, it was even a bit pitiful to think about.

"Oh my, it’s Junjun, why are you here?"

"Uncle, I’m here to find Su Qing. Where’s my aunt?" Li Zijun said in a well-behaved manner.

If Su He had two faces, it would definitely be from learning from Li Zijun, being a good girl in front of parents and elders, studying well, but outside the neighborhood, she was not the same. Why did no one speak up for Su Qing when Li Zijun beat him up in their childhood? It was because her acting was too good.

Su He wanted to learn too, but she just couldn’t beat her, blood suppresses it.

"He’s hasn’t gotten up yet, come on in! Have you had breakfast?"

"Yes, uncle!"

"Have a little more in a bit," having said so, old Su hurried back to the bedroom: "His mom, his mom, Junjun’s here, wake up quickly!"

"Ah? Junjun’s here!" Zhou Hui exclaimed with excitement immediately.

Old Su nodded and, with a single kick, opened his son’s room door, shouting angrily: "Get up quickly, your sister Junjun is here!"

In response, Su Qing just grumbled, then turned over continuing to sleep, as for the voiceover in his head, he pretended not to hear it, so what if she’s here? Should I give you an award?

Soon after, old Su came again, and mom Zhou Hui also came once, but neither could wake him from the bed, he was tired and didn’t want to get up.

Yet just as he thought he could have a good sleep, a chilled can of beer, with a hand intruding into his quilt, was abruptly placed on his stomach.

The next second, Su Qing’s eyes were wide-opened, suddenly waking up to see an absolutely beautiful face looking at him with a sullen expression.

The coolness on his stomach made him instinctively speak up, but before he could shout, all that could be heard from under the covers was a [pff~~] sound.

The two fell silent.

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