Scumbag Chapter 200 The Real Young Master Doesn’t Care For The Crematorium Trope (22)

"You…"

Lu Song reached out to teach Mingting a lesson, only to have his wrist grabbed by him.

At nineteen, Mingting was at that transitional age between boy and man, and he’s almost 1.8 meters tall now. Although he’s thin, his right hand clamped down like an iron shackle, leaving Lu Song unable to break free.

"What’s this? Can’t win an argument, so you resort to violence? You know I could report you for assaulting an officer, right?"

It had been years since Lu Song had felt so humiliated. The last time was when he and his mother had first arrived at Grandpa Lu’s side, only to be thrown into boarding school.

To begin with, Lu Song already disliked Mingting’s face for its resemblance to the old man. Now, seeing his son speak to him in such a tone, with a demeanor even more reminiscent of the old man, his irritation grew.

"I’m your father! It’s only right for me to discipline my son!"

Lu Song parroted the same words Grandpa Lu had once used to lecture him.

"Domestic violence is a crime! Uncle, don’t be a legal illiterate at your age. Besides, have we done the DNA test? Even if we’re biologically father and son, this world has no shortage of fathers who are unkind and sons who are unfilial."

When it came to verbal sparring, Lu Song was no match for Mingting.

Lu Song pulled his hand back in a rage, only to find his wrist swollen and red.

"I don’t want a son like you! The Lu Family doesn’t need you as an heir. Get out!" Lu Song pointed furiously at the door.

"Since when do you call the shots for the Lu Family?" Mingting grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "Besides, you think I care about the Lu Family?"

"If you don’t care, then why did you come back?" Lu Song didn't believe what Mingting said.

"Enough!" Seeing his wife and son turn what should have been a joyful reunion into a mess, Grandpa Lu lost his temper.

"Shut your mouth!"

He pointed at Lu Song.

Grandpa Lu knew his son all too well.

Lu Song had been spoiled rotten by his mother. Though he’d been forcibly corrected later, he was far from a worthy successor.

He was not talented in cooking, couldn’t endure hardship, and loved cutting corners. When Grandpa Lu put him in charge of procurement, he’d still cheat and cut deals, refusing to admit fault even when caught.

And this was for ingredients meant to be consumed!

So even now, with Grandpa Lu about to reach eighty, he still had to hold the fort himself.

Over the past few days, Grandpa Lu had also pored over countless records about Mingting. He’d studied photos of the vegetarian dishes Mingting had prepared, staring at them for a long time.

Though he hadn’t seen or tasted them in person, just the presentation and the descriptions from diners convinced him that this boy was a natural, a true heir to the Lu Family’s culinary legacy.

If this good grandson was driven away, the Lu Family’s cuisine would truly die with him!

"Xiao Ting, don’t listen to them."

Grandpa Lu quickly pulled out photos of Mingting as a child, "Look at these. Do you remember any of it?"

Facing the old man, Mingting’s attitude softened considerably.

He flipped through the photos but honestly admitted that he’d been too young back then and genuinely remembered nothing.

"You have no conscience, you heartless ingrate! You don't remember anything, I raised you for four years in vain."

The old lady scolded from the sidelines.

"Wow, you must have an incredible memory then! You still remember what clothes you wore and what you ate when you were four?" Mingting looked at the old lady with exaggerated surprise, "Then tell me all about it!"

The old lady had been speaking under her breath, so she hadn’t expected Mingting to have such sharp ears.

At her age, how could she possibly recall things from so long ago?

"Then you must at least remember your grandparents’ birthdays, right?" Mingting pressed, tilting his head as if eager to learn.

‘This...’ The old lady still doesn't remember.

"You have no conscience, you heartless ingrate! You don't remember anything, they raised you for decades in vain!" Mingting threw the old lady’s own words right back at her.

The old lady was so angry that she nearly choked. She stood up tremblingly, "Fine, fine! I won’t stay here another minute!"

"Mom!" He Qiaoqiao hurried to support the old lady, then turned to glare disapprovingly at Mingting, "Xiao Ting, how could you speak to your grandmother like that? Where are your manners."

"I already have a grandma. My Grandma Xiang treats me wonderfully." Mingting showed a proud expression, his tone making it clear that he didn’t acknowledge the old lady as family.

"Fine! He’s the precious little ancestor now, isn’t he? The moment he comes back, there’s no place left for me in this house."

The old lady plopped onto the floor, slapping her thighs as she began wailing.

"Alright, no need for the waterworks. I’ll leave…"

Mingting brushed some imaginary dust off his pants.

"Grandpa, call me if you need anything. As for the rest? Forget it."

Without another word, Mingting turned and walked out.

"Get out! Get the hell out of here! I don’t have a son like you!" Lu Song shouted while trying to comfort the old lady.

Even if Grandpa Lu repeatedly tried to keep him, Mingting had no intention of remaining here any longer.

"Grandpa, you’re the only one in this family I recognize. As for the rest? Heh…"

He wasn’t some kind of masochist, coming back just to suffer their nonsense.

The news that the long-lost grandson of the Lu Family had just entered the house and sent the old lady to the hospital with rage spread quickly through their social circles.

Everyone thought that the other party was a good person, but who knew that he was so fierce.

Everyone was well-acquainted with Grandma Lu’s temperament over the years. If someone could actually out-stubborn her and win, that was truly impressive!

It was clear that the real young master of the Lu Family is a person who can't stand the slightest grievance.

…

"Dad, I told you, Xiang Mingting is not a good person!" Miao Rui walked beside Miao Wei, "Grandma Lu is such a kind woman, and he made her so angry she got sick. He’s unfilial!"

Miao Wei had arranged to meet Mingting after his business was settled, hoping to discuss Lu Minghua’s situation.

Though lawyers could handle some things, the most crucial factor was Mingting’s stance as the involved party.

Seeing his daughter like this, Miao Wei sighed in his heart.

He deeply regretted raising her so sheltered, like a delicate flower in a greenhouse. But alas, there was no medicine for regret in this world.

When they arrived at the meeting spot, before Miao Wei could even speak, Miao Rui marched right up to Mingting, "Hey, do you still remember me? Back then, you threw that big chicken leg on the ground, refusing to give it to me, and then framed me! I almost got beaten because of you!"

Mingting glanced up at the Female Lead and smirked.

‘She can still remember things that happened when she was 4 years old after so many years? Her ability to hold a grudge is truly impressive.’

"You should be thanking me. If I’d let you eat that chicken leg, the grass on your grave would be a story high by now. Your parents would’ve long had a second child, and you wouldn’t even be here to act all high and mighty in front of me."

Miao Wei had explained this to Miao Rui before, that Mingting had, in fact, saved her life.

However, Miao Rui refused to see it that way.

"You didn't have any foresight, so how did you know that the chicken leg was poisonous?" Miao Rui snorted, "Unless… you were the one who poisoned

‘Sorry, it was indeed me!’ Mingting smiled without answering.

When Miao Wei saw this smile clearly, he suddenly felt nervous.

Because Miao Rui was abducted, even after his daughter was found, Miao Wei continued to follow the case for a long time, including a series of red umbrella poisoning incidents that he was aware of. The ‘Mushroom Girl’ had even gone viral for a while.

‘Could it be that… there was never any Mushroom Girl to begin with?’