My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (255)

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Volume 1 Living with the Beautiful Teacher, Chapter 255: Then I'll Have Someone Secretly Chop You Up!

Zhuang Molan's face paled instantly. She cried out in terror, "Oh no! My parents are here!" Without thinking,

she jumped to her feet, forgetting her injured foot,

and fell before she could regain her balance. Liang Jun, seeing this, felt a pang of heartache. Without regard for anything else, he rushed forward and picked her up, repeatedly asking, "

Are you hurt? How are you? How are you?"

Seeing Liang Jun's concern after her accident warmed Zhuang Molan's heart, but this wasn't

the time for romance. She hurriedly said, "Quickly, carry me to the bed! I need to get dressed!"

Liang Jun quickly put her on the bed. In the chaos, Zhuang Molan couldn't even find her clothes.

She frantically waved her hands, "My shorts! My shorts!" Liang Jun rushed to the bathroom and brought her underwear.

She cried out again, "Ah, it hurts, it hurts!" Liang

Jun

had no choice but to pick her up, place her on his lap, and put the bra on for her himself. After putting it on, Zhuang Molan cried out again, "My bra, my bra..." Liang Jun couldn't find the bra anywhere, finally finding it under the covers. Just then, the phone rang. Zhuang Molan gestured for Liang Jun to

bring it to her. On the other end were her parents' authoritative questioning voices: "Where are you? We're outside your door."

Zhuang Molan almost suffocated, not knowing what to say. Liang Jun, not caring about anything else,

reached for Zhuang Molan's breasts, fastened the bra, and then wrapped his arms around her breasts,

fastening the straps.

Zhuang Molan finally managed to say, "Wait a moment." Then she hung up the phone. Then,

silence fell, her heart pounding. Fearfully awaiting the storm, Zhuang Molan suffered the most

, becoming her most intimate personal assistant. He dressed her from head to toe, then got up and headed

for the door .

"Where are you going?" Zhuang Molan suddenly exclaimed. Liang Jun turned back to look at her, puzzled. "I'm going to open the door

."

"You're not even dressed! What are you going to do?" Liang Jun then realized he had forgotten to dress. He

laughed heartily, then went back to put on his clothes. Zhuang Molan scolded him playfully, "Still laughing? My parents are coming!

See how they deal with you!"

Liang Jun laughed, "I'm not afraid." As he spoke, he hurriedly dressed, finally buttoning up his coat

before heading for the door.

Liang Jun opened the door, and a middle-aged couple, their foreheads practically glowing with rage, barged in. The man was

imposing and handsome; in his youth, he must have been a real heartthrob. One glance was enough to

connect his face to Zhuang Molan's. The woman behind him, however, was rather plain-looking. As

soon as they entered, the man glared angrily at Liang Jun and demanded, "Who are you?"

Liang Jun shrugged and said, "My surname is Liang." His nonchalant attitude only fueled the man's anger, making him tremble with rage

, yet he remained speechless. At this moment, the woman entered the room and, looking at Zhuang Molan with

a huff, demanded, "Why didn't you open the door for so long? Who is he?"

Faced with such a pointed question, she truly didn't know how to answer. If she said she had injured her foot and

couldn't move easily, then what was the man inside doing? In truth, no

answer . She could only respond with silence.

"What exactly were you doing in there?" Zhuang Molan's mother's questions became even more pointed. Zhuang Molan, feeling

guilty, blushed instantly and stammered, "Nothing happened." "

Then why did it take so long to open the door?" Zhuang Molan's mother seemed very clever; her question was forceful and

hit the nail on the head. Women are like that; once you make them feel like they've got your secret,

they get a thrill. At that moment, they feel incredibly clever, even forgetting who the other person is

and how embarrassing it would be to actually get a real answer.

Zhuang Molan's father, clearly logical and rational, felt that continuing the questioning

would only embarrass even the parents, so he stepped in to stop her, saying, "Alright, let's not talk about that anymore..."

Before he could finish, Zhuang Molan's mother interrupted him arrogantly, waving her hand dismissively, "No,

why shouldn't I ask? I just want to know what she was doing in the house just now? What shameless thing did she do?"

This was a foolish yet domineering woman; her man was utterly stumped by her words.

At this point in the questioning, Liang Jun felt a deep pity for Zhuang Molan. What a wonderful girl,

born into such a family. Enraged by Zhuang Molan's mother's behavior, he spoke up, "What else can

we do ? Just do what men and women both want to do!" Liang Jun looked at Zhuang Molan

's mother with a defiant air, even nodding at her.

This single sentence immediately stunned Zhuang Molan's mother; she was

speechless , staring blankly at the two of them. That's how people are; the more you try to hide something, the more they

'll ask; the more you expose it, the dumbfounded they become.

Liang Jun continued, "Now, are you feeling better? Do you want me to tell you

what ?" "Come on, let me tell you, it was right here just now, she was in this spot, and I was in this spot..."

Zhuang Molan's mother suddenly burst into a sharp scream. She cried out hoarsely, "What a disgrace!

How shameless ! When did I ever do such a disgrace? You've really embarrassed me to death!" She turned to her husband, "Old Zhuang,

what are you standing there for?" Old Zhuang was also furious. He trembled, stepped forward,

and raised his hand to slap his daughter. Liang Jun, seeing Old Zhuang about to slap his daughter, thought, "This won't do!"

He was the one who caused the trouble; he couldn't let Lanlan suffer. So, he stepped forward and grabbed Old Zhuang's wrist.

Old Zhuang couldn't move at all. He struggled, but couldn't break free. His face flushed with anger

and embarrassment, he yelled at Liang Jun, "Let go of me! Let go of me!"

Liang Jun looked at him with a smile and said, "You think you're so powerful? Do you think everyone in the world will listen to you?"

Old Zhuang was even more furious and shouted, "Xiao Lin, what are you doing out there?"

As he shouted, a frail-looking young man walked in. He wore glasses and spoke softly.

It took him all his strength to manage to say, "Let go of him. Do you know who he is? He is our Secretary-General!"

Upon hearing this, Lao Zhuang's face turned bright red. Before he could say anything, Secretary Lin said something that

amused Liang Jun: "If you don't let go, I'll call the police."

Liang Jun replied, "Fine, you can call them. Then I can explain my

crimes to the police in detail." This worked perfectly, startling Lao Zhuang into glaring at Lin and saying, "Shut up and get out."

Poor Lin stuck out his tongue and reluctantly left. At this moment, Lao Zhuang struggled again but

couldn't break free. He suddenly changed his tone and said, "Let go, I'll get a cigarette."

Liang Jun almost burst out laughing at this. His heart softened, and he loosened his grip, releasing Lao Zhuang.

Just then, it seemed Zhuang Molan's mother had also finished her phone call. She watched Liang Jun with a mixture of anger, fear, and

schadenfreude Although Old Zhuang had been released, he couldn't back down. His facial

muscles twitched uncontrollably, clearly his anger was still burning. He forced a smile and glared at Liang Jun, saying, "Do you know

who I am?"

Liang Jun, with an air of nonchalant arrogance, replied, "You're just an official, a secretary-general. What's so great about that

?" Old Zhuang, hearing this, assumed he was a naive young man unaware of the true extent of his power,

and retorted, "Aren't you afraid I'll destroy you?"

Liang Jun curled his lip and said, "You're bragging."

This time, Old Zhuang was truly enraged. He slammed a cup on the coffee table to the floor, shouting, "You're incredibly

arrogant! You don't know your place! Tell me, who do you think you are? Don't you even know your own

worth Let me tell you, with just one phone call, the police will come and lock you up, so you

'll never know where you are again!"

Seeing this, Liang Jun followed suit, smashing a cup as well. He said, "You're just bragging. You've lived

this long, and you think a mere secretary-general can lock me up somewhere I don't even know? Let me tell you clearly:

First, call any of the Shanghai police. See if they'll give me face or not. Send

police ? Sorry, I can reveal that even police airlifted from Beijing couldn't do anything to me, let alone your Nanjing

police. You want to lock me up somewhere I don't even know? Sorry to disappoint you, that person

hasn't been born yet. Even Commander Long couldn't lock me up."

Old Zhuang was stunned, speechless for a moment. His wife, however, was enraged by Liang Jun's words. She shrieked, "

Then I'll have someone secretly chop you up!" Her words were undeniably domineering.

Liang Jun chuckled and said, "Fine, come on, I'm waiting."

Old Zhuang was a bit unsure. He plopped down, his hands trembling as he pulled out his cigarette from his pocket, but

couldn't light it. Suddenly, with a snap, Liang Jun's lighter was offered, placed under his nose.

Old Zhuang tried to pull away, but Liang Jun held him down and lit it for him.

Liang Jun continued, his tone suddenly softening. "Actually, I understand you, but

you also need to respect your daughter. She's this age; she should have her own freedom."

Old Zhuang couldn't help but agree, saying, "But the age gap between you two is too huge. How old are you?"

Liang Jun replied, "We'll see how things develop. In the future, it'll be Sister Lanlan taking advantage of me." Old Zhuang was stunned. He never

imagined that a guy like him would have so much to say to him; he was really out of touch with the times.

Zhuang Molan's mother, seeing Liang Jun's softened tone, realized he was afraid of her words and

became smug. She shrieked, "You're dreaming! There's a future?" "We'd rather lock our daughter up for the rest of her life

than let her ever see you again."

Just as Liang Jun was about to speak, a commotion erupted outside, followed by seven or eight people bursting in wielding knives and clubs.

A familiar voice shouted, "Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? I'll kill him!" The

voice grew louder, and the man with the狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face arrived. Liang Jun turned and recognized him as Zhuang Qishan.

It turned out that the person Zhuang Molan had called earlier was her son.

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