Chapter 99: First Encounter with Cold Father

  "Son, what's going on? It's so lively. Hmm, who is this young lady?" Just then, Leng Yan (Cold Father) returned home from work and heard the voices of his family members. As he walked towards his wife, he took off his coat and handed it to Leng Bo, who was waiting by the side.

  "Ah, so you're back. Let me introduce you, this is Fu You Ruo, our son's crush." To prevent her husband from having the chance to scold her for using foul language, Leng Mu (Zhang Yan) quickly shifted the attention to a more eye-catching topic, and with a smug expression, looked at her husband as if saying "I saw it before you did".

  "Your heart's desire? I've said it before, with a son as excellent as ours, he'll definitely find a good girl." He glanced at Ruò ér and Lěng Fù also had a smiling face as he spoke.

  "Yue Er, this is my father." Leng Ye Bing repeated.

  "Hello, Uncle."

  "Alright, alright, what's with the bandage on your arm?" As soon as he came in, Leng Father noticed the gauze wrapped around his son's arm, which looked quite frightening. Only Zhang Feng could have done something like this. After all, no one else would dare to get close to his own son's body. Just now, he was worried about how to deal with his wife who occasionally blurted out profanities. But in the end, she diverted his attention with just one sentence. Thinking about it, there was no rush to settle accounts with her at this moment, and there would be plenty of time later.

  "Oh, this..."

  "But, do you know? Someone actually dared to mess with our family's affairs. You must find out who did it. I want them to pay for what they've done." Just mentioning this makes me even angrier. The Cold family is a wealthy and influential household in the city, and they're also known for their philanthropic efforts. Who would dare to provoke them? How can someone as kind-hearted and innocent as Mrs. Cold understand such things?

  "Hmm. Son, do you have any leads?" Patting his mother's hand to calm her anger, Cold Father calmly asked his son. Revenge on Cold Princess, I will decide your 99 (fates).

  "Dad, let's discuss this matter in the study room." suggested Leng Ye Bing.

  "Let's go." After finishing speaking, Leng Fu took the lead and walked towards his study.

  Along the intricately carved red wooden handrail of the spiral staircase, we arrive at the second floor of the villa's main house. The walls around us are not adorned with famous paintings like those typically found in wealthy families' homes, but rather various sketches that appear to be the work of an amateur.

  "Who painted these pictures?" Yuer asked curiously.

  "This is what each generation of Langga's family drew for their predecessor, and also for themselves."

  "Who set this rule?"

  "No, it's more like an unwritten custom."

  Soon, everyone arrived in front of an electric door with a Fu character hanging on it. Only when Leng's father pressed his fingerprint did the big gate slowly open.

  After following Leng Father in, Leng Father sat down behind the desk in the room, and the others sat down on the sofa beside it.

  "Alright, can you speak now, son?"

  "Uncle, actually this time those people's target should have been me, Ice was injured because of me. Sorry."

  "Ruò ér, don't say such things." Lěng Yè Bīng comforted Ruò ér, who was blaming himself.

  Watching his son gaze so tenderly at a girl, the cold father seemed to recall the scenes of himself and his wife when they were young, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.