Conquering That Black Lotus 3

Chapter 3

“I think you’re really a psycho! You have no shame!”

Young Master Jiang was vicious, but in his anger, he couldn’t utter any vulgar curses. After all, he was a civilized person, having never been to those shady places of ill-repute, his insults lacked creativity.

Such scolding had no effect on Gu Tang.

Those who tried to climb up to Jiang Huaisheng didn’t dare to casually gossip about him, but that didn’t stop them from looking down on Gu Tang.

Everyone was here to lick boots, so why could Gu Tang, who came from a small town in the countryside, lick them successfully, while they, the children from wealthy families in big cities, couldn’t?

Actually, Gu Tang was good-looking, inheriting Wen Xinyi’s naturally fair skin, as fair and clean as anyone from the big city. His Mandarin was also standard, and even after coming to the metropolis, his academic performance hadn’t fallen too much, remaining in the upper-middle range of the class.

It’s just that if people wanted to bully him, they could always find a few reasons, such as Gu Tang’s father being dead, his mother remarrying with him as baggage, and not protecting him. Children without parents’ protection were easily bullied.

In those first few years, Gu Tang had heard all kinds of nasty things in private. The most common insult was being called a bootlicking dog for Jiang Huaisheng. At first, Gu Tang would get angry, but later he got used to it.

It wasn’t that he was used to being scolded, there weren’t actually many people who dared to scold him to his face. It was mainly those who went too far in private, and if Gu Tang happened to overhear them, those guys who still stubbornly refused to change their words in front of him, were all beaten up by him after being ambushed.

Beat them up once for every time they spoke ill of him, breaking a few legs, making them stay in the hospital several times. Even if these people didn’t know who did it, they wouldn’t be as unrestrained as before.

For Gu Tang, the most vicious words that actually stung him were “your father is dead,” followed by “your mother doesn’t want you.” However, the impact of the latter sentence had diminished with time, as feelings gradually faded, and now it didn’t affect him much.

Looking at Gu Tang’s expressionless face, Jiang Huaisheng automatically fell silent. He felt that the other’s eyes were a bit creepy.

“You’re dreaming, give up!”

Agreeing so easily was impossible. Jiang Huaisheng had always been high and mighty, standing on a pedestal. How could he tolerate a dog lying at his feet overstepping its bounds? This was simply outrageous, turning the world upside down!

With a cold face, he tore the absurd contract Gu Tang offered to shreds, then sat back in his electric wheelchair, pressing the button to leave this small, dilapidated, and cramped doghouse of Gu Tang’s.

This was, of course, an exaggeration. For the convenience of taking care of him, Gu Tang also had his own living quarters in the Jiang family’s old mansion.

There were many servants in the old mansion, but only the owners could live in the main house. Everyone except the Jiang family lived outside the main house.

There were two servant quarters, two twin white buildings, looking quite beautiful under the greenery.

The left one was for maids who did simple cleaning work. The layout of each floor was the same, somewhat like a student dormitory, with three to four people living in a suite, each with their own single room.

The right building looked the same on the outside, but the inside was different. The people living there had a relatively higher status, such as the head maid, the butler, and some visiting guests would also be accommodated there.

To care for Gu Tang, who had lost his father, or more accurately, to make it easier for Gu Tang to be Jiang Huaisheng’s lackey, he lived in this small white building on the right, occupying a 200-square-meter large flat alone.

Such an arrangement was luxurious enough for ordinary people, but for Jiang Huaisheng, it was a small, broken doghouse. After all, the young master’s dressing room alone was more than 200 square meters, and he had more than one such dressing room.

The crampedness he mentioned was also relative. The floor height of the small building was a standard three meters, with a total height of 12 meters.

The old mansion had a three-story plus attic design, but the hall had a height of 20 meters, with each floor at least six meters high.

The Jiang family’s old mansion occupied a hilltop in the prime area of the city, and this entire area was their private land.

The old mansion was a modern historical building with 200 years of history. Even after another 200 years, or even 2000 years, it would still stand tall, a private garden without any risk of becoming a dilapidated and dangerous building.

The architectural design, its historical background, and the interior layout were not comparable to the post-modern buildings like the small building, simply built with reinforced concrete and red bricks.

For the Princess and the Pea living in a castle, the place where Gu Tang lived was indeed a small doghouse.

Jiang Huaisheng entered the elevator with a gloomy face and happened to run into the housekeeper, who diligently pressed the button for him: “Young Master Huaisheng.”

Jiang Huaisheng, whose face was dark enough to drip ink, ignored him and directly turned his wheelchair out of the small building.

He subconsciously looked up and saw Gu Tang standing on the balcony.

They were in the south, and because it was a coastal city, sometimes encountering typhoons, the balconies were open.

The fourth-floor balcony didn’t have any railings, only some beautiful climbing plants. In this season, the bougainvillea was in full bloom.

Among the blooming flowers sat a tall and slender handsome young man.

He was wearing a black shirt, like a black butterfly resting on the flowers.

Jumping from the 4th-floor balcony, even if he didn’t fall to his death, he would at least become disabled.

“Gu Tang!”

Jiang Huaisheng’s voice was full of anger. His usually elegant and pleasant voice changed its tone, as if the performer suddenly changed from a violinist who could hold concerts in music halls to a talentless beginner, very sharp and piercing, with exaggerated penetrating power.

Gu Tang glanced at him lightly and opened his mouth to say something.

Having learned lip reading and sign language specifically for charity trips to orphanages or welfare schools, Jiang Huaisheng read it: “If you dare to leave, I dare to jump.”

This was not a joke, Gu Tang really dared to jump. He wasn’t wearing any safety devices, jumping down would really kill him.

This vicious guy must have wanted to jump down and crush him to death!

Jiang Huaisheng himself was crazy enough, but today he discovered that Gu Tang was even crazier. This guy usually pretended so well that he didn’t notice at all. He was truly blinded by the goose he hunted every day.

Jiang Huaisheng was cold-blooded. Even if he saw someone jump off a building, falling right in front of him with a bang, shattering into pieces, with white brain matter splattered out, his heart wouldn’t fluctuate at all, at most he would complain with disgust, choosing such a bad place to die.

But Gu Tang was different, Gu Tang held his life in his hands!

Jiang Huaisheng had lived for 18 years, and with the Jiang family’s financial resources, after painstakingly searching for so long, they hadn’t found anyone who could successfully match him.

Dragging this weak and sickly body, how long could he live? Five years? Eight years? Ten years? If Gu Tang died, could he live until the next fated person appeared?! How many eighteen years could there be in a lifetime? He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to find a second Gu Tang until his death.

Jiang Huaisheng gritted his teeth and thought, why can’t dead people donate bone marrow?

As the saying goes, those with bare feet aren’t afraid of those wearing shoes, the tough are afraid of the reckless, and the reckless are afraid of those who don’t care about their lives.

Jiang Huaisheng had many things, none of which he was willing to give up, and Gu Tang was a suicidal psycho.

In a way, against him, the fearless Gu Tang was invincible.

“Just you wait!” Young Master Jiang viciously threatened, but his hands honestly turned the direction of the wheelchair, returning to the four-story small building.

When the elevator door opened, Gu Tang, who had been enjoying the scenery from above, had already left the balcony. He calmly waited at the door of the room, even leisurely pouring a cup of tea for the young master.

Gu Tang was a very disciplined and healthy person, unlike those small-time gangsters who indulged in smoking and drinking in private. He only drank tea, and it was strong tea, the most common Lapsang Souchong, rich and bitter.

Jiang Huaisheng stared fiercely at Gu Tang, like a fish on a chopping board, clearly knowing that he was willingly entering the tiger’s den, but still unwillingly struggling a few times.

“Where’s the contract? The previous one is invalid, I want to draft a new one.”

Gu Tang slowly took out a stack of identical new contracts: “I printed many copies, you can tear up as many as you like.”

“Gu Tang, think carefully, after you donate your bone marrow, what will happen to you? You might be worse off than dead, losing everything you have. The maternal love you want, your life, your future. If you’re obedient now, you can still have a good ending. Our family can send you abroad for further studies, and I can even give you shares in Mingyuan Group. Jiang He only has 1%, I can give you 5%!”

Jiang Huaisheng held the pen in his hand, looking at Gu Tang’s name already signed as Party A, hesitating to write his own.

For him, money was just a number. If wealth could be exchanged for his dignity and life, he would definitely pay this small price without hesitation.

Gu Tang looked at him: “I don’t care. Compared to a painful life, I’d rather die quickly.”

His personality was actually very similar to his father’s, loving to the point of wanting to live, hating to the point of wanting to die. Perhaps for many people, this approach was foolish and childish, but for Gu Tang, he wanted revenge.

He never cared about these luxurious material conditions, even if he lived alone in a small house of a dozen square meters, eating chaff and swallowing vegetables, it didn’t matter.

But without revenge, he would definitely die depressed and unhappy.

In addition to the test report, Gu Tang actually had another psychological evaluation report. He had quite serious mental problems, and was also very aggressive.

All those who made him struggle in this painful whirlpool should be punished. This was the simple value of ordinary person Gu Tang.

“Psycho, pervert!”

Jiang Huaisheng was defeated by Gu Tang. He pressed the pen hard, signing his name heavily, the force penetrating the paper!

Gu Tang pushed the second copy of the contract forward, smiling happily, even revealing his usually well-hidden little canine teeth: “Jiang Huaisheng, two copies, happy cooperation.”