Chapter 135 Rebuttal
  Meng Ting called out his full name in front of so many people. Old Master Meng, who was sitting on the sofa, finally lost his temper, overturned the coffee table, pointed at Meng Ting's nose and started to curse.

  "You unfilial son, I have raised you for so many years in vain! Now you haven't learned anything else, but you have learned the same stubborn temper as your mother. All the books you studied in these years have been wasted! You hang out with your useless brothers all day long. Others have been promoted, but you are still stuck in this insignificant position. You are really bringing shame to my Meng family!"

  Old Master Meng was so angry with Meng Ting that he didn't care who was around. He sat on the sofa and scolded him until he was dry-mouthed. Seeing that no one was pouring water for him, he gasped for breath. Pointing at a maid, he said, "You! Go get me a glass of water! You clueless bunch! Can't you see I'm dying of thirst?"

  But before the maid could move, Meng Ting strode over, shuffling through the broken glass. His horrifying expression finally stopped Old Man Meng's conversation. "You, you, what are you doing?"

  The scene of being beaten by that child resurfaced in Old Man Meng's mind. He suddenly remembered that his son was a heartless person. He had just been so arrogant in his home, so he... wouldn't he do that to him again?

  "You... I'm telling you, Meng Ting, I'm your father! If you dare touch me, I'll ruin your reputation!"

  But no matter how fierce his words were, he still backed down as he watched Meng Ting approach step by step. "Come here, come here quickly... What are you doing?"

  Meng Ting stopped in front of him, staring coldly at this so-called father, speechless for a long time.

  When Old Man Meng was about to cry, Meng Ting finally sneered, "Meng Haidong, I acknowledged you as my father back then, and I can also prevent you from being my father now! If you still want to enjoy your old age and continue to live happily with your bastard son, don't bother me again. Otherwise, don't blame me for accidentally telling about those priceless jewelry and savings that your mother lost..."

  Back then, Meng Ting was in junior high school when her mother died of illness. Her father was with her mistress at the time and only hurried back after her mother was buried.

  Meng Ting will never forget that her father, who cried heartbreakingly at her mother's funeral, laughed out loud as he walked out of the cemetery gate, and even secretly hid the jewelry when her uncle came to ask for the relics left by her mother...

  Thinking of her father's indifference and cold-bloodedness, Meng Ting felt extremely disgusted just by having his blood flowing in her body. Not wanting to say another word to him, he picked up his still-trembling son and strode up to the second floor. "If you're alright, leave now, lest your own son come back to make trouble with me. Also, stay out of my son's affairs!"

  Meng Ting disappeared down the stairs, holding Zicheng in his arms. The rest of the group immediately dispersed, seemingly completely forgetting that Old Man Meng and his gold medal tutor were still in the living room.

  Old Man Meng smashed a lot of things with a show of force before leaving in a huff.

  After everyone left, the servants stuck their heads out to observe for a while before they breathed a sigh of relief. They called their companions out to quickly clean the living room, replace the spare tables, chairs, and tea sets, and prepare fresh fruit and snacks.

  Seeing that everything was ready, the housekeeper, Mr. Wang, ushered Fang Qing and Wen Ning from the lounge to the living room to rest. "Teacher Fang, Teacher Wen, I'm sorry to have made you laugh just now. Please rest here for a while. I'll go upstairs and ask the young master to come down."

  But Wen Ning quickly stopped him, "Wait a moment, old sir. I just saw that child was terrified. Don't disturb them at this time. This is the comic book we prepared. Please give it to Zicheng. Let him rest well today. We'll come back tomorrow."

  The old housekeeper respectfully took the hand-drawn album from Fang Qing's hand. Seeing that the two insisted on leaving, he had to call Ah Cheng to take them back.

  After Fang Qing and Wen Ning left, the old housekeeper opened the album and saw the pictures inside were lovely, vivid, and very interesting. He was immediately impressed by the two people. "I think you two are much better than any lecturer..."

  The next day, Fang Qing and Wen Ning came again, but to their surprise, the golden teacher from yesterday was back.

  Teacher Zhang, wearing black-framed glasses, sat steadily on the sofa, sipping a cup of freshly ground coffee elegantly. When he saw Fang Qing and the others appear, he slightly raised his eyelids to glance at them, then lowered his eyes and continued to savor the delicious food in his hands.

  The old housekeeper did not have a good impression of this uninvited teacher, and led Fang Qing and Wen Ning straight to the study room on the second floor, "Please come this way, the young master has been waiting for a long time."

  Fang Qing and the others hurried upstairs and saw that Zicheng had returned to normal. When he was opening the book and preparing to teach, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and Teacher Zhang walked in arrogantly with a folder under her arm and high heels, "Sorry, I'm about to start teaching. Please leave as soon as possible if you are not interested. Thank you."

  Fang Qing and the others were confused by her. The old housekeeper stepped forward and was about to speak The senior teacher immediately raised his hand to stop him. "I'm going to start class. Please behave yourself."

  He then looked at Fang Qing and Wen Ning, a hint of disdain on his solemn face. "You two are still students. Don't show off your knowledge."

  Teacher Zhang's words made everyone present feel uncomfortable. Fang Qing, irritated by his attitude, stood up and tried to argue, but was stopped by Wen Ning. He still wore a faint smile, but Fang Qing keenly noticed that Wen Ning's eyes were as cold as ice.

  "Teacher Zhang, may I ask where this is?"

  Teacher Zhang adjusted his glasses, his face filled with disdain. "Huh? This is the Meng family mansion. You don't even know that, do you?"

  Wen Ning smiled faintly, stood up, and continued to ask, "Then, who is the owner of this place, and who invited you here?"

  Teacher Zhang paused, finally understanding what Wen Ning meant.

  The flesh on her cheekbones twisted with disdain, revealing a chilling expression. "Little friend, aren't you just trying to say that this is Major Meng's residence and his father has no right to interfere? Oh, Mr. Meng came to me to provide a good learning environment for the next generation. Do you really have the nerve to refuse such a profound and selfless love and earnest expectations for the younger generation?"

  Wen Ning finally smiled at this, taking a few steps forward and looking directly into the man's eyes. Teacher Zhang actually felt a sense of oppression at that moment.

  "I've heard that Teacher Zhang's teaching philosophy is freedom and courage. So, may I ask, by forcing your way into someone's home with such disregard for their feelings, do you truly believe in freedom, or... are you simply using the guise of freedom to enforce your teachings?"

  (End of Chapter)