Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

"The young master has gotten into trouble outside. It seems he has offended that President Jiang."

The assistant tried his best to hide his gloating smile and spoke calmly.

"What the heck? Didn't that little brat tell me to be kind to everyone when I go out?"

Li Ming almost couldn't believe it and scratched his ear. He knew that his son was a bit arrogant outside, but he was very well-behaved at home!

In his view, those were just children's petty squabbles!

Why would parents come looking for him?

Li Ming's mind raced, and he racked his brains, even wondering if his unfilial son had committed murder.

"What's that General Manager Jiang's name? Have you found out what happened?"

He really wanted to control his trembling hands and continue feeding the fish, but his hand trembled and half a bag of fish food went down, but Li Ming seemed completely unaware.

"They wouldn't let me ask. But their tone sounded very unpleasant; they wanted to see you."

The assistant looked at the fish, which was so full it was about to flip over, and didn't know what to say. It seemed like it was time to change the fish again.

"Okay! You arrange the schedule for me, I'll go meet him, I don't know what it's about, the sooner the better."

The fish wouldn't eat a single bite, and Li Ming irritably put the food down. After his assistant left, Li Ming paced around the room several times, fidgeting with his hands in frustration.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he called that unfilial son.

"Li Wujin, tell me honestly, what trouble have you gotten into lately?"

Li Ming didn't want to believe that his son would cause such a big mess, but since it had already happened, he had no choice but to ask.

"Dad, what are you talking about? How could I cause trouble?"

The person on the other end of the phone sounded exceptionally innocent, as if they knew nothing about the matter.

"Ah!"

The more innocent the other person's voice sounded, the more suspicious Li Ming became, so he took out his phone and started searching.

He knew his son had an art account, and that Mr. Jiang was in the entertainment industry.

The two didn't hang up the phone; Li Ming quickly browsed the news online.

"That Sunflower, is it the student you replaced back then?"

The two men have very similar styles, and Li Ming was aware of what happened back then.

He couldn't help but think of this.

"Yes, but he was just a poor student. He took the money back then and now he runs a car repair shop."

Li Wujin didn't think he had done anything wrong, so he was quite indifferent when he brought it up.

"You want to exterminate everyone."

Having started from scratch, Li Ming naturally had some understanding of the ins and outs. Therefore, he spoke with exceptional certainty, though his expression was slightly gloomy.

“I have a reputation in the industry and I’m doing very well in the art world, but some people still say that my paintings are not as inspired as theirs, and I can’t stand it.”

Li Wujin's voice was filled with grievance. He had been suppressed by the other party back in school. Who would have thought that after so many years, there would still be someone in the art circle who would remember him?

The spot wasn't filled by someone else; Li Wujin naturally had his own abilities and had also studied systematically.

"You unfilial son! Have you forgotten everything I taught you?"

Li Ming's face was not only gloomy, but his teeth were also clenched, and his jaw muscles bulged out. His once kind face suddenly became ferocious.

"What happened to you back then was consensual, and the matter was settled. The other party didn't owe you anything. He can keep quiet. But back then, things weren't completely hidden. With a little effort, you could find out. It's just that the system wasn't as perfect back then. If it were now, you wouldn't even be involved."

This unfilial son can be really stupid sometimes. If Li Ming weren't infertile and only had this one child, he really wouldn't want to give him the inheritance rights, and might even want to break his legs.

In the art world, such a small achievement is hardly remarkable, yet one is complacent about such a small accomplishment.

They were even unwilling to inherit the feed mill, feeling that raising pigs was shameful.

They really can't tell right from wrong.

"Back then, I was just one spot short! Just a tiny bit short! Sometimes I don't even know what I was missing."

When Li Wujin said this, he became increasingly agitated, even gritting his teeth.

Everyone looks down on him!

When he went abroad to study, some people even said he was a pig farmer! They said he smelled like pig feed.

Because of his agitation, he paced back and forth, and in the process, kicked over a footstool.

“Even a little bit off is still off. And now it’s not about being off or off; the things you’ve stirred up online have caused even bigger trouble. Do you know that the other party has hooked up with Jiang Zhuhua?”

Although they were from different circles, Li Ming had still heard of the name Jiang Zhuhua.

Because the other party is young and promising, and relied on their own wealth and the help of others to squeeze into this circle, it is undeniable that the other party is excellent.

Riding the wave of the times, the other party's assets are rapidly expanding. Even if you don't know them personally, you've all heard of their name and occasionally gossip about them.

"Pretty boy? How long can you rely on others? Dad, did that President Jiang call you?"

Li Wujin spoke dismissively, toying with a lighter in his hand, and then clicked it to light a cigarette.

I felt a little irritated, and even thought that the old man was too timid and paranoid.

"Making a phone call shouldn't be a problem, right? Would she really go against us for a man? Those who made their fortunes through acting have no foundation like us."

Li Ming felt an urge to slap Li Wujin after hearing his words.

"Shortsighted and foolish."

After saying this, Li Ming hung up the phone without hesitation. He then called Li Wujin's mother.

"Honey, you keep urging our son to get married soon. I want a grandson. He's at the age where he should get married and settle down."

This man is finished; all we can do is hope that his child will amount to something. Li Ming spoke to his wife in a gentle voice, but the meaning was clear.

"What did that brat do to you again? What did he do this time?"

Mrs. Li was numb. Every time her son made a mistake, Li Ming would start urging her to get married, constantly saying that if they had another child this time, he would definitely keep the child by his side and raise him carefully.

Such a large business empire needs someone to inherit it.

Li Ming immediately revealed all of this.

"Our circles are quite different from theirs, so it's not that easy for them to mess with us. They should apologize properly."

Mrs. Li had gone through hardships alongside Li Ming, and while she wasn't particularly business-savvy, she would still offer her opinions.

"The power of public opinion is really strong these days. If you apologize, the other party has to listen."

The separation of their circles won't necessarily cause their brands to collapse, but if they insist on doing so, their stock price will inevitably drop a bit.

Having come from a poor background, Li Ming is somewhat stingy with money. Although he is relatively generous to his subordinates, seeing money being lost for no reason really hurts him.

"Let's have a proper discussion."

The two chatted sweetly for a while longer before finally hanging up.

The snow began to melt slowly, little by little. This year's snowfall was heavy, but the spring breeze came exceptionally early, and gradually, with the temperature warming up, the snow began to melt.

It seems like the period after the Lunar New Year is a turning point.

Jiang Zhuhua carefully controlled the pace of the process, even personally observing and adjusting the progress bit by bit.

Huo Wang had stopped looking at his phone. Jiang Zhuhua glanced at it with permission and saw that the private messages were full of vulgarities.

They could be paid trolls, or they could be irrational people, but it's infuriating to watch.

Jiang Zhuhua gritted his teeth and cursed for half an hour, going against more than a dozen accounts by himself. Some of them thought their word choice and sentence structure were quite sharp, so they copied and pasted them and sent them to all the haters.

Compared to that kind of irritability, Huo Wang had lost the dejected feeling he had when he entered the room, a feeling that made him wish he had been abandoned by the world.

They've even started thinking about making dinner using the few ingredients they have at home.

From beginning to end, he exuded an indescribable sense of trust.

There's also a strange sense of being a husband, which is that she's exceptionally virtuous.

Judging from its appearance, it looks like a soft, fluffy dumpling, and it's sweet and sour.

How could someone treat such a kind and gentle person like this!

Jiang Zhuhua felt inexplicably angry. Relying on his online persona, he let loose a bit and roamed the internet alone.

Jiang Ji, a young boy, is not very good at typing. He watched videos online and got very angry, so he could only use voice input, which was also riddled with typos. He couldn't win an argument by swearing. The system was exceptionally inadequate.

Huo Wang easily picked up the child with one hand, placed him on the sofa, and turned on the TV. When he picked up the child, his slightly rolled-up sleeves revealed clear muscles. Under his fair skin, the muscle lines were also very obvious, and he did not appear weak.

"Adults should handle adult matters; children should just focus on being happy."

Huo Wang, on the contrary, began to comfort the others.

Jiang Zhuhua glanced at him but didn't say anything until He Wei called and said that the other party agreed to meet.

"Make arrangements for me to meet tonight."

This matter couldn't be delayed. Jiang Zhuhua had only temporarily brought the situation under control, preventing it from worsening. This was to avoid dragging Huo Wang directly into darkness.

However, the other side also hired some online trolls, which made the situation a bit complicated. A color palette can be effective, but mindless bashing is equally disgusting.

Huo Wang looked over curiously. Jiang Zhuhua tucked his phone between his arm and ear, then gestured for him to stop. He pointed at the other person with his slender white finger, and then gestured for his mouth to zip up.

It means stop now, shut up.

He Wei confirmed the information very quickly and sent the address shortly afterward.

Are you coming home for dinner tonight?