Chapter 18 : I Don’t Mind Letting All Your Efforts From Last Night Go to Waste (Full Chapter)
"What are you doing, Tang Qingmo?!"
When Tang Ruoling and the others were drawn over by the driver's shout, what they saw was that every car in the Tang household had flat tires!
And the one responsible for all of it was Tang Qingmo!
"Family Head Tang, didn't I already say last night that everyone who bullied me would be fired?"
Tang Qingmo ignored Tang Ruoling and Tang Xianxi entirely and looked straight at Tang Jianren.
"Haven't I already fired them all?! What else do you want, you unfilial brat?!" Tang Jianren roared in rage.
This beast had actually slashed the tires of every car at home—how was he supposed to go to work now?!
Tang Qingmo replied calmly,
"And the drivers too…"
"What?"
"All the drivers hired by the Tang family failed to perform their duties. They only chauffeured Tang Xianxi, the fake young master, while I—the real young master—had to walk two hours to and from school every day. Does that count as bullying?"
"What did you say?!" Tang Ruoling and Tang Jianren both frowned deeply.
Tang Xianxi, however, was shocked for a moment. Seeing Tang Ruoling and the others turn their gazes toward him, he quickly said,
"Brother, isn't it because you always leave early? I wait for you every day."
After hearing Tang Xianxi's words, Tang Ruoling relaxed slightly and shot a sharp look at Tang Qingmo.
"Did you hear that? Xiao Xi kindly waits for you, yet you still dare—"
"Young Master Qingmo, this car is for Young Master Xiao Xi. Please take another one."
Tang Qingmo didn't bother arguing. He directly opened a recording on his phone.
"!!!"
"I'm still a Tang family young master, the family head's biological son. Are you refusing to take me to school?"
"Hmph! I call you 'young master' and you really think you're something?"
"You're not favored at all in the Tang family! Besides, Young Master Xiao Xi said he doesn't want to ride in the same car as a sewer rat like you!"
Not only was the driver who had been beaten senseless, but even Tang Ruoling and Tang Jianren were stunned.
Tang Xianxi's face had already turned deathly pale.
That bitch recorded it again!?
And that idiot driver—how could he say everything out loud?!
…
"So, Family Head Tang," Tang Qingmo turned and looked at Tang Jianren's darkened face,
"do you think these drivers and your beloved fake son count as bullying me?"
Before Tang Jianren could respond, Tang Xianxi had already rushed forward and knelt in front of Tang Qingmo.
"Brother! It's all my fault, I—ahhh!"
Tang Qingmo kicked him mid-sentence, mercilessly sending his fair, delicate face snapping to the side.
"You keep saying it's your fault and that you want to leave—then go! Just leave already!" Tang Qingmo clicked his tongue, his eyes icy cold.
"If you're not tired of it, I'm sick of hearing it!"
"Xiao Xi!" Tang Ruoling rushed forward to check on his face.
That face—so white it looked like it was caked with powder—was now crooked, his mouth pulled to one side, looking like some ridiculous crooked-mouthed king.
"S-sis… brother he…"
Tang Ruoling naturally didn't believe the recording.
"Tang Qingmo, I believe that driver was rude on his own. Xiao Xi is so kind—he would never—"
Tang Qingmo cracked his knuckles.
"Say one more word and I'll slap you."
Tang Ruoling: …
"Family Head Tang," Tang Qingmo said coldly, looking at Tang Jianren,
"just investigate it yourself and you'll know how the drivers treated me."
"My demands were already made last night. When I come back, I don't want to see any of those drivers again."
"And the remaining 15 million, make sure it's transferred to me today. Otherwise…"
Tang Qingmo smiled brightly—yet viciously.
"I wouldn't mind making all your efforts from last night go to waste."
With that, Tang Qingmo turned and left without another glance, leaving Tang Jianren and the three siblings standing there in silence.
Tang Jianren was completely stunned by Tang Qingmo's words.
"Last night's efforts…"
That referred to handling the Tang Group's public relations crisis.
Although Tang Qingmo had released a clarification in time, many netizens still didn't buy it.
He and Tang Ruoling had worked through the entire night!
If the Tang family suffered another scandal now, it would truly be disastrous!
Tang Jianren immediately turned to the driver on the ground and kicked him furiously.
"Trash! How dare you bully Tang Qingmo! How dare you bully Tang Qingmo!"
Overwhelmed by anger—whether from fear of another Tang family crisis or from Tang Qingmo's blatant disrespect—
both combined drove him into a frenzy as he kicked the driver repeatedly.
"Even if I hate him, he's still my son! Bullying him means you don't put me in your eyes!"
"It's all your fault! If you weren't so stupid, would I need to be looked down on by that brat?!"
"Get out! Get the hell out!!"
He vented his rage with nonstop kicks, making Tang Xianxi watch in terror.
If I lose my value one day…
Will I end up like that driver too?
The thought made Tang Xianxi even more afraid.
After slashing all the Tang family's tires, Tang Qingmo walked to the residential gate.
He obviously wasn't going to walk two hours like the original owner did.
He took out the new phone he bought yesterday, opened the "Didi" app, and called a taxi.
The reason it took two hours to walk was because the luxury residential area was located halfway up a mountain.
The original body had been weak and covered in injuries, which was why it took so long to get to school.
By car, it only took about forty-five minutes.
The original owner attended Yonghua Private High School, a school filled with rich second-generation heirs.
Because he had previously studied in a martial academy with standard academics, he could keep up with high school coursework.
However, Tang Xianxi deliberately used him as a contrast and frequently incited classmates to bully him.
Locking him in the bathroom, piling trash on his desk, dragging him out to beat him up—these were daily occurrences.
Even when the homeroom teacher noticed, knowing the difference in status between Tang Xianxi and Tang Qingmo within the Tang family, they chose to ignore it.
As long as no one died, it was fine.
When Tang Qingmo arrived at the school gate, he immediately drew many students' gazes.
The current Tang Qingmo no longer wore tattered uniforms nor carried a gloomy expression.
His appearance was clean and handsome—just a little less good-looking than the readers themselves—radiating confidence.
When he followed his memory to Class 3, Grade 3, the once-noisy classroom instantly fell silent.
The students were startled by his change, but that surprise was quickly replaced by awkwardness.
Tang Qingmo narrowed his eyes and looked at his seat—
covered in garbage and graffiti.