Chapter 431 Wang Yongzheng Causes a Scene at School

Chapter 431: Wang Yongzheng Raises Hell at School

Wang Yongzheng stood at the door, his face filled with anger. "What are you doing?"

A man wearing a military-style cap turned to look at Wang Yongzheng. "Who are you?"

Wang Jianyong, who had been crouching on the ground, shakily got to his feet. "Uncle."

His teeth chattered as he spoke from the cold.

Wang Yongzheng looked at the bruises on his nephew's lips, his eyes blazing with fury as they swept over the group of boys.

The new padded jacket Liu Xiaomei had bought for Wang Jianyong during the New Year was now worn by one of them.

The pair of sneakers he had helped pick out were on another boy’s feet.

You’re bullying him?!

Without another word, Wang Yongzheng lunged forward, grabbed one of them, and slammed a fist into his gut.

"Ah—!" The boy instantly doubled over like a shrimp, sweating from the pain.

"What the hell? Who’s this psycho? Get him!" another shouted, charging at Wang Yongzheng.

Wang Yongzheng didn’t focus on just one—he made sure to land two sharp slaps on each of them. He was afraid one might escape, leaving him unable to find them again.

By giving each of them two slaps, he ensured they’d come looking for him themselves.

"You—you wait here if you dare!"

The leader clutched his stomach with one hand while pointing at Wang Yongzheng with the other, backing away but still managing to throw out a threat.

Eyes bloodshot, Wang Yongzheng watched them go, his face contorted in rage.

"Uncle, no..."

Wang Jianyong was terrified, his face white with fear, shoulders hunched and neck trembling.

His uncle had hit them—they would definitely make him pay worse...

Wang Yongzheng quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around him, his expression darkening as he saw the chilblains on his hands.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. "Is this why you didn’t want to keep going to school?"

Wang Jianyong kept his head down, silent.

"Come on, let’s go find the principal," Wang Yongzheng grabbed Wang Jianyong’s hand and started pulling him out.

Wang Jianyong resisted slightly. "Uncle, no... please don’t."

He couldn’t risk pissing them off. Telling the teacher would only lead to a warning, after which they’d take their anger out on him twice as hard, bullying him worse than before.

Wang Yongzheng knew exactly what his nephew was afraid of.

"Stop worrying. I came today to transfer you to A City. These past three semesters, they’ve bullied you a lot, haven’t they? Don’t you want to settle the score before we go? If you’re a man, come with me. I’ve got your back, no matter what!"

Before Wang Yongzheng could pull Wang Jianyong along out of the bathroom, the boys he had just beaten came back with a man who looked like a teacher, heading straight for them.

Wang Yongzheng’s face darkened. Perfect—saves me the trouble.

That afternoon, Wang Yongzheng caused a huge scene at the school. Not only did he physically confronted the students, but he also lambasted the Director, leaving him utterly shamed. In the end, he even trashed the principal's office.

He could reason, venting his anguish for the child's injustice, which resonated with many. Wang Jianyong even burst into tears. Standing on the moral high ground, he implicitly highlighted the school's negligence, making both the principal and the Director blush with shame.

But he could also be ruthless. He demanded answers from the school and insisted on meeting the parents of the boys who had bullied Wang Jianyong in the dormitory. "Like father, like son," he declared.

"Principal, save your speeches. I won’t listen to any of your high-minded talk. He’s not your kin—of course, you don’t feel the pain, right? Think of the greater good? What greater good? I’m just a small-time guy—no lofty ideals here.

"My brother has only this one son. My father worried about him most before passing. I entrusted my child to your care, and this is how he’s treated? His grades have always been good—do you even realize how much damage this has done to him?

"This past New Year’s, he didn’t even want to go back to school. He’d rather take odd jobs than return to school. You’re wrecking kids’ lives and futures. To me, this is no different from the hatred of a murdered father."

Wang Yongzheng shot a homicidal stare at the cowering boys in the corner. "Why shield these little monsters? So they can torment other good kids? Or are some of you related to them?"

"Alright. If you refuse to call their parents, give me their addresses. I’ll visit them myself. I want to see what kind of people raise little beasts like these. If that doesn’t work, we’ll involve the police. If you can’t discipline them, let the authorities do it. And if you still refuse, don’t blame me if all hell breaks loose."

"And when your school’s reputation is ruined, don’t come crying to me!" Wang Yongzheng’s gangster-like attitude left the principal and teachers utterly exasperated.

"Wh-what do you want?" the balding Director stammered.

"Hmph, what do I want? Who knows? Maybe I’ll print thousands of flyers exposing what happened to my nephew, so the whole county knows what kind of scum these kids are. Maybe I’ll hang a banner at your school gates. Or maybe I’ll take it to the newspapers—let the whole nation judge. Or, if I ever feel like ending it all, I might just hang myself at your doorstep. I’ll haunt you every day, you gutless wonders!"

Since Wang Jianyong wouldn’t be continuing his studies there, Wang Yongzheng had nothing to lose. He wanted to infuriate the school leaders, ensuring their rage would be directed at those bullies.

His furious, almost murderous demeanor terrified Wang Jianyong’s roommates, who broke down sobbing.

In the end, the school had no choice but to contact the parents of the ringleader—the only one whose family lived in town. The other boys were from villages or smaller towns, making it impossible to reach their parents quickly.

The parent, summoned from work, was a civil servant with smooth-talking social skills. He apologized sincerely and even smacked his child in front of Wang Yongzheng.

But Wang Yongzheng wasn’t interested in superficial gestures. He thrust a list at the man.

It was crammed with entries: washing their shoes 57 times, fetching meals 117 times, changing their bedsheets, boiling water, doing their homework, running errands—and so on.

Of course, the numbers were exaggerated. The final item listed medical expenses from past beatings and demanded a full hospital checkup to assess internal injuries.

The parent’s face turned green.

Wang Yongzheng didn’t care. He dragged the parent and teachers to the hospital, insisting on a thorough examination—sparing no cost.

They left with a massive giant bag of meds: pain relief, cold remedies, supplements tailored to Wang Jianyong’s condition, even several boxes of calcium tablets. After all, the boy had suffered physically and mentally, unable to eat or sleep properly. His weakened state was entirely those roommates’ fault.

Back at school, the leaders paled at the sight of the giant bag of meds in Wang Yongzheng’s grip. Even Wang Jianyong’s homeroom teacher looked at him with newfound pity. They had thought Wang Yongzheng was overreacting—but this much medicine spoke volumes about the abuse Wang Jianyong had endured.

The parent looked like he’d swallowed something vile.

He had quietly asked his son, who claimed Wang Jianyong was just a poor country boy. Rumors at their old school said his father was disabled, his mother mute, and his tuition cobbled together from donations. He always ate last in the cafeteria, scraping free soup from the bottom.

So, on the way back, the parent dropped hints: "Your son still has to study here—we’ll see each other every day." He also name-dropped some connections.

Wang Yongzheng grinned. "Are you threatening me? Let me make this clear: I’m here to transfer him to City A. If you’ve got the guts, come find him there. Oh, and I’m sick—the incurable kind. Cross me, and I’ll take you down with me!"