My teacher is as beautiful as a demon. (56)

Volume 1 Living with a Beautiful Teacher 056. Even a Rogue Has Professional Ethics

The person who came out was someone Liang Jun recognized. It was none other than Tang Shao's

father, Secretary Tang, the very man who had ruined his current situation.

Secretary Tang seemed a bit off. He walked arrogantly, with a long, imposing gait. His

long hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were particularly strange. When he looked at people, it seemed like he was looking at them, yet it also seemed

like he wasn't. He went to a soup dumpling shop, grabbed a basket of dumplings, and stuffed them into his mouth. The shop owner

saw this and hurriedly came over to call him, but he rolled his eyes and scolded, "What unit are you from? Don't you have any

sense of the bigger picture?"

The shop owner sighed helplessly, pulled him aside, and offered him

a stool. But Secretary Tang didn't sit down. He just picked up dumplings with his left hand and stuffed them into his mouth with his right, one after another,

making "uh-huh" sounds. In no time, he had devoured the entire basket of dumplings, leaving the people around him

staring wide-eyed.

The dumpling shop owner sighed, "Look at him now. He used to be a leading cadre,

but apparently he offended some big shot and was dismissed. His son got into trouble and disappeared. He's gone mad."

The shop owner continued talking to himself, but no one responded. Meanwhile, Secretary Tang finished his dumplings, stood up, and cried

out , "Son, come back! Son, come back!"

His voice was desolate and mournful, and Liang Jun found himself in tears.

Secretary Tang and his son had repeatedly wronged Liang Jun. The first time, they had beaten him so badly he was hospitalized; the second

time, they had saddled him with a million-dollar debt. It was impossible not to hate them, but seeing

Secretary Tang like this, driven mad by his son's disappearance, Liang Jun couldn't bring himself to hate him anymore

.

Sons can be good or bad, and parents can be good or bad, but all parents' love for their children

is the same.

Liang Jun suddenly thought of his own parents, whom he hadn't returned to since leaving. His eyes instantly

filled with tears.

Wiping away his tears, Liang Jun walked over and asked, "How much was that steamed bun?"

The owner replied, "Five yuan."

Liang Jun took out five yuan from his pocket, handed it over, and said, "I'll pay for that person's steamed bun."

He turned and left without looking back. He didn't feel any heartache at all for the five yuan; he felt it was his way

of showing his love to all parents.

Back at the hospital, he drank water voraciously, several jugs in total, before packing his things. He carried

his teacher outside. It was sweltering outside, and Liang Jun felt himself instantly soaked. He carried his teacher,

along with clothes, tableware, and a small blanket, filling two or three bags haphazardly.

Even with his good stamina, he was starting to feel the strain. But he couldn't bear to spend money on a taxi, so he walked

a bit and found a bench to rest.

Sometime during the day, the clouds in the sky grew thicker and thicker, and lightning flashed in the distance,

signaling an impending rain. Liang Jun dared not rest any longer; he quickly hoisted his teacher onto his back and ran. After several blocks, he began

to pant heavily, his chest feeling as if it were about to burst. His teacher was about to slip off

his back to push her up, but his arms were too weak to muster any strength. He could only let his teacher slide down, then catch her

standing. Surprisingly, she managed to stay upright, allowing him to catch his breath.

After resting for about two minutes, he heard a pattering sound, and large raindrops began to fall.

He panicked, quickly put his teacher back on his back, took a deep breath, and ran as fast as he could, finally reaching the construction site

's building.

He put his teacher inside a cement pipe, and, ignoring his heavy breathing, ran out to grab some dry grass.

Just as he returned to the pipe, a torrential downpour began outside.

He laid the hay inside the cement pipe, then laid the small stall on top, and placed the teacher on it.

At this moment, the rain intensified, and strong winds blew the rain in at an angle. However, because he placed the teacher in the middle of

the cement pipe, only some moisture clung to their bodies. Meanwhile, water dripping from the eaves poured

onto the cement pipe, making a splashing sound. Fortunately, the cement pipe was located at a high point, so despite the heavy

rain, the water did not flood in.

Liang Jun started feeding his teacher water, murmuring as he did so, "Teacher Xia, don't worry. As long as

I'm here, you'll be here too. If I have food, you'll have food. Even if I don't have food, you'll still have food."

When the rain stopped, he took out his phone and called his aunt, telling her, "Teacher Xia's family

has come to pick her up. They don't want compensation anymore. They're going to America for treatment. You don't need to come. I

won't go back for now. I'll work here and earn money first."

His aunt was skeptical, and after she asked a few more questions, Liang Jun hung up.

As drowsiness crept in, Liang Jun realized the situation was dire. Swarms of mosquitoes were pouring in from both sides,

attacking him and Teacher Xia. Liang Jun was busy swatting at himself, but many mosquitoes landed on

Teacher Xia's face. After swatting away the mosquitoes on her face, more landed on her body. He hurriedly swatted at those too.

Twice, while swatting, his hand accidentally touched Teacher Xia's ample bosom, causing a momentary unease in Liang Jun's heart. But

at that moment , he couldn't care less; he had to get rid of the mosquitoes quickly.

Later, he remembered that when he and his father worked in the fields, his mother was bitten badly, and he had told his father

to smoke a cigarette to soothe her. This seemed like a good idea. So, he found something to wrap Teacher Xia's feet

and cover her face, then ran out and bought a pack of cigarettes. He sat down next to Teacher Xia and started smoking. It was his first time

smoking , and he coughed constantly from the fumes. He didn't know when he fell asleep by dawn.

These past few days have been tough for Teacher Xia's family. Their youngest daughter's departure for the country is fast approaching,

but the funds for her studies are still nowhere to be found. The public's suspicions were correct: Teacher Xia's stepmother's calculated demand for compensation

wasn't for Teacher Xia's medical treatment, but rather to raise money for her own daughter's overseas studies.

The two married later in life, yet they also had a daughter. It's no wonder the Shanghai woman is so arrogant; this

daughter is exceptionally beautiful, far more so than Teacher Xia. From a young age, she was praised by neighbors, relatives, teachers, and classmates

, developing a more arrogant and haughty personality than her mother. She even declared: "I can't stay in China; sooner or later I'll leave..."

She wouldn't even consider any Chinese man if she went to America; she had no intention of finding a husband in China.

To support their daughter, Lao Xia and his wife scrimped and saved, accumulating about 200,000 yuan in savings.

However this was far from enough to cover the cost of her studies abroad. Lao Xia was constantly scolded by his wife and daughter,

who either called him a coward or said he wasn't manly enough.

Later, Lao Xia sought help from various connections and found a senior bank executive to secure a loan for his daughter's studies abroad. Just

when things seemed to be going smoothly, his eldest daughter had an accident. Lao Xia was devastated, frantic and at a

loss . First, his younger daughter desperately needed money for her studies abroad; where

would they get the money for her medical treatment? Second, he knew his wife and younger daughter's temperaments all too well; they would never allow their eldest

daughter into the family. His hair had turned white from worrying about this. He nervously told his wife about it, but to his surprise

, she excitedly grabbed his hand and rushed to the hospital. He thought she had changed her ways and was

secretly moved when she asked the man for a million dollars for medical expenses.

He then realized that a wolf is a wolf, and its carnivorous nature will never change.

Because of the million-dollar offer, his wife took it upon herself to postpone the loan. She

confidently declared that the middle-aged man was definitely rich, and that she hadn't misjudged him. As she spoke

, a look of smug longing and infatuation filled Old Xia with dread, fearing his wife might

offer herself to him.

Later, realizing the money was difficult to collect, his wife decided to teach these country bumpkins a lesson.

She used some connections, enlisting the help of a distant cousin, the androgynous Sister Yan. However, Sister Yan

was dishonest; she added $500,000 to the $1 million bet, and had the affair exposed

. This put everyone in a difficult position. Now, seeing their classmates starting to process their study abroad applications while their own study abroad

funds were nowhere to be seen, their daughter started making a scene: "What kind of mess are you making? We've already told everyone!

Now, it doesn't matter whether we go abroad or not, it's all about people..." " I can't afford to lose face. Those little bastards have all gotten ahead of me, don't they

have any shame?"

Old Xia also took this opportunity to vent his frustrations. After all these years, he finally had a chance: "

Look at what's written here. That kid has already borrowed a million dollars, but your mother insisted on

going to your cousin. As a result, your cousin added another 500,000, which made things worse."

The Shanghai woman was already annoyed by her daughter's scolding, and now seeing Old Xia daring

to gossip , she immediately cursed, "Can't you shut up? You bastard."

Old Xia immediately shut his mouth.

Although the Shanghai woman had subdued her husband, Lao Xia, with her authority, she was also quite annoyed. She

called her cousin to express her dissatisfaction: "What kind of mess have you made? It's a million-dollar deal, and you insisted on adding half a million,

ruining everything!"

Her cousin replied unfriendly, "You ask me to do something, but you don't pay me. I

don't care about , but I have a group of brothers who need to eat. Besides, if I don't take a single penny,

how can I survive in the business world? Even thugs have professional ethics."

Having learned this lesson from their cousin, the family felt they had to handle the matter themselves. After discussing

it, they decided to negotiate with the other party themselves. They were even willing to pay half a million dollars to let their daughter

go abroad first.

So, the couple went to the hospital. However, when they arrived at the ward and called out the name, they

found an old man lying in bed, with an old woman taking care of him.

Sensing something was wrong, they quickly went to ask a nurse where the other person in the ward was. The nurse told

them , "They've been discharged."

"Where did they go?"

"I don't know."

The nurse answered impatiently. Partly, she genuinely didn't know; partly, she knew

who the people her were. The online hype was happening right next door, and the gossipy girls had already

figured out the relationships. Besides, this couple had caused trouble at the hospital more than once; everyone was familiar with them.

This time, the couple was truly panicked. They couldn't find the person, so who could they ask for money?

Their first thought was that the other party had hidden them. It seemed Sister Yan's influence was still considerable. So

what to do next? The two disagreed. One thought they should report it to the police—this was Lao Xia's

idea . Deep down, he hoped for judicial intervention to put pressure on his wife and make her abandon those

wicked schemes. The other side hoped to have Sister Yan's people intervene, even if it meant using some methods, as long as they could get the money

. This was, of course, Lao Xia's wife's idea. Her reasoning was that even relatives in the underworld had professional ethics;

wouldn't they do their best to help their own relatives?

Of course, Lao Xia's wife had another thought she absolutely didn't want Lao Xia to know.

The final result, naturally, was to be reported to Sister Yan, following Old Xia's advice.

Sister Yan firmly believed that Teacher Xia was an important figure for Che Jiayou. His men had already thoroughly investigated Che

Jiayou 's background and found him to be a shrewd and greedy man. She was determined to make a killing from this matter.

Recently, due to her own interests, she had invited Che Jiayou's backer abroad for an inspection tour. Thus, she dared to defy the odds and

target Che Jiayou, achieving initial success. Now, hearing that Che Jiayou had moved the person, she was even more convinced

of her judgment. This niece was very likely Che Jiayou's concubine. Therefore, she ordered

her men to find her at all costs.

When Liang Jun woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. He ate two steamed buns and drank some water, only to realize that he

couldn't always eat steamed buns; he could only eat porridge. This meant he still needed to buy a bowl. In addition, standing in front of the cement pipe, he

surveyed the dwelling. This cement pipe also required two mosquito nets.

He took the money out of his pocket, counted it, and realized he only had a little over a hundred yuan left. Yesterday, he hadn't even been willing

to drink water, yet he had paid for a steamed bun for Secretary Tang and bought a pack of cigarettes. Today, he needed to buy a bowl; he had to spend the money, whether he wanted

to or not. This wasn't a solution; the hundred yuan would be gone in no time.

What would he do after that? Liang Jun was worried, looking at the bustling construction site and pondering his next move. Just then,

a , talking on the phone. When he was about ten meters away, the man put away his phone and looked at him...

He shouted, "What are you doing here? Which work group are you from? Why aren't you working? Hurry up and collect those

empty cement bags and take them to the warehouse! If I see you again, get out of here!"

It seemed he considered Liang Jun one of his workers. Liang Jun thought, "It's my boss's cement

pipes , and he's not even paying me. He's making me work, so I might as well hurry up."

So he followed the man to the construction site. Large cement mixers were rumbling

, pouring bags of cement into the mixers, causing many cement bags to spill out.

Liang Jun instinctively started collecting the cement bags and took them to a workers' shed.

He noticed some dirty plastic and rags inside the shed and was overjoyed. These things

were valuable now; hanging them outside the cement pipes would keep mosquitoes away. He started collecting some, happily

busying himself, when someone behind him spoke: "How dare you? You actually dare to come here to steal things."

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