"Teacher? Have you ever truly regarded this old man as your teacher?"
Xiao Liang turned to face Nalan Jie, his voice cold. "I told you he was my friend. I said he was to be treated with courtesy. But what did you do? Did you think I wouldn’t see through your little scheme?"
At these words, Nalan Jie trembled. Still, he muttered defiantly, "But he blinded my son! Shouldn’t I be allowed to vent my anger?"
"Shut up." Nalan Jie, concerned with saving face, spoke quietly.
Xiao Liang, on the other hand, believed that one should have nothing to hide. His expression hardened as he rebuked him loudly, his eyes filled with the disappointment of a mentor for a failed student.
"For all these years, you have sent gifts to honor me, which shows you have a sense of gratitude. But this time, you were wrong. Do you claim to be unaware of Nalan Feng’s usual behavior?
"I know you were busy with work and neglected your wife. You weren’t even by her side when she died. You feel guilty about it, so you poured everything you had into your son. But you must understand that his blindness is not the fault of others; the blame lies with your own overindulgence.
"You want Mr. Wu Tian to compensate you, but who will compensate those whose eyes your son gouged out?
"Nalan Jie, our teacher-student relationship is hereby severed. From now on, handle your own business matters. Don’t come looking for me again."
After he finished speaking, he ignored the pale-faced Nalan Jie and turned to Wu Tian. "Mr. Wu Tian, today’s acquisitions were quite impressive. My humble home is not far from here. Would you care to pay a visit?"
"This..." Wu Tian hesitated, his thoughts turning to his wife and children.
"Grandpa’s house has lots of treasures, like ancient swords and paintings," Xia Qian chimed in.
"Are there any ancient tripods?" Wu Tian asked, an idea occurring to him.
"Yes," Xiao Liang replied.
"Good," Wu Tian nodded. "I’ll go."
He didn’t spare a single glance for Nalan Jie or the others. To him, these people weren’t his enemies—they didn’t even deserve the title.
Wu Tian followed Xiao Liang and Xia Qian, carrying the jade stone with him. But just before leaving, he shot a glare at Nalan Jie.
Sometimes, death isn’t the most terrible fate; it’s merely a moment of pain. He, however, wanted Nalan Jie to suffer for the rest of his life.
He would nearly trip and fall to his death while walking. He would nearly choke to death while drinking water. From now on, countless misfortunes would befall Nalan Jie.
Tears streamed down Nalan Jie’s face as he was overwhelmed with regret. As for Old Zhen, he had already collapsed to the ground, powerless, his reputation completely ruined.
Nangong Yi was completely ignored by Wu Tian as he left, which was a crushing blow to his pride. Even a provocative glance from Wu Tian would have felt better than this.
"What does he mean by this? Is he looking down on me?" Nangong Yi hissed. "Yes, you’re powerful, but don’t forget, my professional skills are superior to yours! Without me, how could you have secured the case with the multinational corporation?"
Seeing the hatred in Nangong Yi’s eyes, as if he were ready to devour someone, Lin Tianlong couldn’t help but ask, "Are you alright?"
"I’m fine. What could possibly bother me? You think anything Wu Tian does could affect me? I’m telling you, absolutely not! Whatever he does seems trivial and ordinary to me. It’s no big deal," Nangong Yi feigned indifference and turned to leave. He didn’t know if Wu Tian’s words were true, but from that day on, whenever he slept, he was trapped in inescapable nightmares. The pain from these dreams, from which he could never wake, would haunt him.
At that moment, Lin Fa approached Lin Tianlong.
"What is it, my dear *big brother*?"
"Take it," Lin Fa said, tossing Lin Tianlong’s suit jacket back to him.
"What is the meaning of this?" Lin Tianlong’s face darkened.
After witnessing Wu Tian in action, Lin Fa understood the kind of person he wanted to become. He, too, wanted to be a resolute man, not a coward.
Lin Tianlong was curious. When he bullied Lin Fa at home, his dad would just look the other way. Why was today so different?


A bitter feeling welled up inside him. After all these years, is this the first time you’ve treated me like a son, and only because it benefits you?
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