Reborn in the 1980s: Recapture My Devoted Husband-Chapter 853 - 748: An Unexpected Birthday Banquet

In less than a minute, the guards outside came in and surrounded Chen Haichang.

Chen Haichang sneered lightly, "Pretending not to know me, so eager to kick me out? And you’re an officer. A soldier at that, without even this bit of courage, you’re not even as good as your eldest son. At least he dares to admit his mistakes. I think your title of war hero is just an empty label."

"Comrade, today is the Mei Family’s banquet. Everyone here is someone you can’t afford to offend. If there’s an issue, let’s resolve it privately," Mei Shuqing seemed to understand the situation.

He quickly approached and persuaded in a low voice.

"Big shots can’t interfere in other people’s affairs, right? I’m here today to seek justice for myself, to plead my own case. Back then, he did what he wanted, did what he shouldn’t have, and then disappeared, living freely for so many years. It’s about time he faced some consequences, don’t you think, father?"

"You scoundrel, our Mei Family is no place for you to cause trouble," Mr. Mei said sternly, tapping his cane.

"Why be so harsh on your own son?" Chen Haichang finished, squinting at Mei Shuping and his brother, "Are both brothers treated like this too? Often lectured by the old man like this?"

Mei Shuping frowned at the troublemaker, "Comrade, this is not the place for your nonsense. Guards, quickly, get him out of here!"

As the guards moved to touch Chen Haichang, someone behind Chen Haichang stepped forward to block them.

Chen Haichang chuckled softly, folding his arms, "Why the hurry? Today is Dad’s birthday, I specially picked a gift for our old man. I’ll leave once I’ve delivered it."

As he spoke, he signaled to a subordinate behind him, who then came forward holding a transparent plastic cage.

Chen Haichang smiled as he took the cage, bypassed the guards and the Mei Shuping brothers, and approached Mr. Mei.

The entire hall gasped, because Chen Haichang was holding a turtle.

The guards were stunned as well, because the Mei Family didn’t make a sound when Chen Haichang approached, and they dared not act rashly, as the people in suits were not simple individuals.

Chen Haichang stood before Mr. Mei, gave him a meaningful smile, then swaggered to the microphone and spoke with a smile, "Greetings, elders. I apologize for disrupting your enjoyment. I’m just here to give my father a birthday gift, but alas, my father doesn’t regard me at all. No matter, he’s the elder, and I, the younger, won’t argue with him. This soft-shelled turtle I bought from an old farmer, has lived for a hundred years, extremely nourishing. I came here today specifically to bring it to my dad, hoping that after eating it, he can stay forever young. Oh, by the way, by generation, my generation should be the ’Shu’ character generation, so my name in the Mei Family should be Mei Shuchang." Saying this, Chen Haichang shook his head with a frown, "This name sounds really awful, but it’s fitting for the ’product’ I am. Well, I won’t disturb your meal further. Since my dad doesn’t like me, I’ll be going now."

Saying this, Chen Haichang walked proudly to Mr. Mei’s side, cheerfully smiled and said, "Dad, remember, this soft-shelled turtle tastes best fresh." Then, ignoring Mr. Mei whose whole body was trembling with rage, face red with anger, he put down the cage, turned and swaggered off with his people.

Mr. Mei pointed at Chen Haichang from behind, and after the commotion, he suddenly felt a rush of heat to his head, feeling dizzy, staggering slightly, "Grandpa."

"Grandfather, are you alright?" Mei Langchi and Mei Lang Jun quickly went to help him catch his breath.

At this moment, Mei Shuping, who had been stunned for a long time, coldly exclaimed, "How do you watch the door, letting anyone in? Today is the old man’s birthday, forcibly ruined by this rogue, blatantly tarnishing our Mei Family’s name. Hurry and chase them, capture them for me, I want to see what his purpose is."

"Yes, sir."

Meanwhile, Mei Shuqing looked at his own father, a flash of complexity crossing his face, his brows never easing.

On the other side, Han Yi stood passively, with a faint but enduring smile in his eyes.