Chapter 36: Little President Shou is Fierce
Liang Bo pointed towards the door: “He went down to the roof with President Guoran to smoke.”
Their residential building was shaped like a concave letter U when viewed from the front, with two high-end luxury units per floor on the sides.
The sunken middle section was the life service area, where the property management had uniformly planned service-oriented commercial spaces like a gym, laundry, and convenience store.
On the roof of these commercial spaces was a leisure terrace for owners to enjoy the breeze, walk, and sunbathe, which also served as the default smoking area.
So when they went to the terrace from here, they couldn’t say “up,” they had to say “down.”
After shaking hands with Assistant Liang, Guo Duoyu immediately stepped back two paces to find a place to sit, sighing with a smile, “You’re really tall.”
Assistant Liang was modest: “It’s okay, it’s okay. In the high school team, there were guys taller than me.”
Guo Duoyu raised his eyebrows and stared at him, suddenly realizing: “Eh? …Are you… that… are you a graduate of No. 4 High School?”
Liang Bo immediately beamed and nodded: “Right. The year I graduated, you guys opened the first store on the pedestrian street. I saw you in the store.”
Guo Duoyu slapped his forehead and chuckled: “Liang Bo… right, right, right. I was just saying you looked familiar!
My dad mentioned you to me, said you’re a good person and even helped out in the store.”
Assistant Liang was humble: “Not at all, not at all, just trivial matters, didn’t help much.”
Guo Duoyu had no desire to discuss the past in depth. After a few pleasantries, he immediately brought the topic back on track: “How was Shou Jiaxun’s mood just now? Stable?”
Assistant Liang laughed honestly and bluntly said: “He told me to guard here, and if I saw you, to break one of your legs first.”
Guo Duoyu was stunned for a few seconds, then waved his hand awkwardly: “Not that serious… not that serious… I went to see that person purely just to take a look, no other thoughts.”
Liang Bo sat back on the sofa, leaning forward slightly with his elbows on his knees, assuming a standard listening posture: “I also think President Shou’s reaction is a bit big. After all, blood is thicker than water with your Alpha father.”
“Sigh… it has nothing to do with blood being thicker than water.” Guo Duoyu shook his head and sighed, his face tearful: “I just wanted to see what he looks like… see if I look like him.”
Liang Bo sighed with him: “Do you know why he separated from President Guoran?”
Guo Duoyu looked helpless: “Honestly, I don’t know. I only know they were never married, and I’m an illegitimate child born out of wedlock.”
Assistant Liang tried his best to show his understanding side, comforting in a low voice: “Actually, I think President Shou mainly cares about President Guoran’s feelings. As long as President Guoran doesn’t object to you recognizing your Alpha father, President Shou won’t persist in objecting.”
“I hope you’re right.” Guo Duoyu curled his lip, his expression quite complex: “I feel like my dad must have told Shou Jiaxun some things I don’t know. Otherwise, why would he hate an old man he’s never met so much?”
Although Liang Bo knew nothing, he still tried his best to speculate kindly: “I think their intention should be to protect you, not deliberately hide anything from you.”
“Of course… of course.” Guo Duoyu shrugged innocently, then took out his phone: “Here, let’s add each other on Feixin, it’ll be easier to contact later.”
Assistant Liang readily handed his phone over.
Then, the second he added Guo Duoyu to his contacts, he received a dining invitation from him.
“Pass it on to those two. We’re eating out today, my treat. See you at the restaurant later.”
As Guo Duoyu spoke, he stood up… While Liang Bo was clicking on the restaurant card on his phone to check the address, Guo Duoyu was already changing shoes at the entryway and opening the door.
“No way… how afraid of him are you?”
Assistant Liang chased Little Student Guo’s retreating figure with a question, torn between laughter and tears. Two minutes later, he received a reply on his phone: “Really very fierce.”
…
On the small terrace of Fuyuan Mansion, two Omegas, one big and one small, sat on long rattan chairs in the shade, heads together fiddling with a mobile phone.
Each held a cigarette, taking an occasional puff, with a ceramic flowerpot containing dirt but no plants placed between their hips serving as a temporary ashtray.
When Liang Bo went down to the terrace to find them, Shou Jiaxun was cursing and complaining: “…F*ck! This dog thing… is trying to disgust people to death.”
Uncle Guo used his “One Finger Zen” technique to swipe up and down on the phone screen: “I deleted the few I found in the middle. There are quite a few people following and commenting on the first one and the last three, so I haven’t moved them for now.”
Shou Jiaxun glimpsed Liang Bo out of the corner of his eye, looked up, frowned, and greeted: “Bo’er, you came just in time. Do you use this APP?” saying so, he held up the phone for Liang Bo to see.
Liang Bo bent down as he approached. Open on the phone was a pan-media “message wall” app called “Little Red Flower.”
It was the kind of information interaction platform where anyone could register an account and publish text, images, audio, and video. The content was miscellaneous, and the information traffic was huge.
And “Little Red Flower” had been a leader in its field, maintaining a top-three domestic ranking for the past decade.
It was also the core product and pillar business of “Fanrong Technology.”
“Mmhmm, have it installed… don’t use it often.”
Assistant Liang’s lie was a bit big.
In fact, both his parents were core AI engineers for this software.
By the second grade of elementary school, he could already skillfully use “Little Red Flower” on various terminal devices.
Every time “Little Red Flower” iterated and upgraded, Student Liang was the first internal beta user.
Shou Jiaxun frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with Assistant Liang’s statement, but still treating a dead horse as a live one, he persisted in asking for help: “I remember there’s a function to block specific users. Do you have any impression of where to set it?”
“Uh… let me look.” Liang Bo took out his own phone, clicked open the software, pretended to swipe around, and then suddenly showed a face of surprise. He handed the phone out for Shou Jiaxun and Uncle Guo to see: “Here, just enter the account you want to block.”
“Tsk, excellent.” President Shou clicked his tongue in praise and immediately picked up Uncle Guo’s phone to set it up for him.
Uncle Guo moved the ashtray and scooted his bottom slightly to the side, signaling Liang Bo to sit between him and Shou Jiaxun.
After Liang Bo sat down, he asked with concern: “What’s the situation with that person? If the comments contain slander or humiliation, you can report it to ban his account.”
Uncle Guo squinted and took a drag of his cigarette: “No, he just wants to see his son.”
Liang Bo pursued: “Guo Duoyu?”
Uncle Guo nodded.
Hearing this name, Shou Jiaxun also followed up: “That unfilial son hasn’t come back yet?”
Assistant Liang’s brow furrowed awkwardly: “Came back and left again, probably afraid you’d really break his legs. Said he’s treating us to dinner out tonight, meeting at the restaurant at six o’clock.”
President Shou scolded indignantly: “Has the face to see his dog dad, but no face to see me? Ungrateful wolf.”
Liang Bo smiled sheepishly to mediate: “A dog dad is still a dad, biological after all.”
Shou Jiaxun handed the phone back to Uncle Guo and glared at Assistant Liang: “You don’t know anything, don’t speak up for people.”
Assistant Liang pouted aggrievedly: “If you don’t tell me, how would I know?”
Uncle Guo stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, lit another one, and gave Liang Bo a brief summary: “That Alpha’s favorite person couldn’t bear children, so he pretended to be in a relationship with me, tricking me into getting pregnant to give him a child.
To them, I was a free surrogate Omega.
When my family and I learned the truth back then, Guo Duoyu had already been in my belly for more than five months. The term was too advanced, and the hospital wouldn’t perform an induction.
My family’s meaning was, forget it, just accept the bad luck. Give the child to them quickly after birth. Then forget about this matter as soon as possible, pretend nothing ever happened.
But I wasn’t reconciled, and once the child was born, I couldn’t bear to part with him, so I didn’t give him up.”
Shou Jiaxun added with righteous indignation from the side: “Uncle registered an account for ‘Indeed Loves You’ on ‘Little Red Flower’ a few years ago to post product information, and later posted some of his own content.
Recently, he was actually followed by that dog Alpha. He discovered that Uncle had raised the son, so he went to the comments section under the account, pretending to be deeply in love, acting pitiful, saying he wanted to see his son.
…Damn it, shameless.”
Uncle Guo touched his forehead and smiled bitterly: “Mainly blame me. I didn’t know there was a block function before.”
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