Flawless Metropolitan Divine Emperor

Chapter 0051 – Discipline your son

"Father, are you saying that your illness is truly cured?" Weng Jianlai asked excitedly.

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"Even if it's not completely cured, it's pretty close," Weng Shanlin replied. "Quick, let Brother Jiang have a seat. From now on, he is a distinguished guest of our Weng family."

Weng Jianlai quickly turned around and apologized to Jiang Feng, "I'm sorry, Senior Jiang. I was rude earlier."

He had previously addressed Jiang Feng as "little brother," but now he changed his form of address.

First, because his father called Jiang Feng "Brother Jiang," he couldn't call him the same without confusing the hierarchy.

Second, his father's condition improved after taking Jiang Feng's pill, so it was only proper to address him as "Senior" out of respect.

"Haha, it's no problem. As long as Old Master Weng's illness is cured, that's all that matters," Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"From now on, just call me 'Old Brother.' It's fate that brought us together, and I'm deeply grateful that you cured my illness today," Weng Shanlin said.

"Then I'll take you up on that, Old Brother," Jiang Feng responded without hesitation, immediately calling him "Old Brother."

Xu Chaozheng and Meng Ying, seeing the situation, also withdrew their powers and cupped their fists to Jiang Feng in apology.

"Grandpa, do we need to go to the hospital for a check-up?" Weng Xiaoxi asked.

"No need. I trust Brother Jiang. We can wait a few days for a check-up," Weng Shanlin waved his hand.

Weng Jianlai gave Xu Chaozheng a private signal, and Xu Chaozheng stepped forward to check Weng Shanlin's pulse.

"Yes, he's indeed cured. Moreover, his once-declining bodily functions have been rejuvenated, and all aspects have recovered. His current physical condition is excellent, like that of a middle-aged man," Xu Chaozheng said.

Xu Chaozheng, a martial artist with Inner Strength, could easily detect any internal issues, diseases, or hidden injuries in a person.

There was no need to go to a hospital.

So what he said was absolutely correct.

Jiang Feng was also well aware of this; his Recovery Pill indeed had such effects.

"Really? That's fantastic," Weng Jianlai said excitedly.

"Yes, really," Xu Chaozheng confirmed with a nod.

"Haha, Grandpa's illness is cured!" Weng Xiaoxi jumped up happily.

"Thank you, Senior. You're amazing. Just by concocting a pill, you cured years of cancer. It's miraculous," Weng Xiaoxi exclaimed, grabbing Jiang Feng's hand.

"Yes, I've never seen such medical skills. To save Old Master Weng's life, I taught him a nameless technique back then. It's fortunate that we met you; it's Old Master Weng's good luck," Xu Chaozheng said.

"So, the technique Old Brother Weng practiced came from you. That makes sense. I suppose you also taught him the martial arts?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Yes, I acquired these things during my early travels in the mountains. I don't know their origins, but I kept them with me and ended up using them," Xu Chaozheng nodded.

"Old Brother Weng's survival is thanks to you. Otherwise, no matter how skilled I am, I couldn't have saved him," Jiang Feng said.

"You're too kind," Xu Chaozheng replied.

"Today is a happy day. My father's illness is cured, and I'm rarely home. Let's have a meal at home to thank Senior Jiang," Weng Jianlai suggested.

"Yes, let's all celebrate together. I've been abstaining from alcohol for many years, but now I can drink again. Haha, great," Weng Shanlin agreed, getting out of bed and stretching, feeling more comfortable than ever.

"It's just about lunchtime. I'll immediately arrange for a banquet," Weng Xiaoxi said.

"Yes, go ahead," Weng Shanlin said.

"Wait, I have something to do. I'm afraid I can't stay for the meal," Jiang Feng interrupted.

"Brother Jiang, don't be so polite. I know you have no urgent matters," Weng Shanlin said, blowing his beard and glaring. "What, are you not giving this old fellow any face?"

Jiang Feng indeed had no urgent matters; he just wanted to find a place to exercise and didn't want to waste time.

But since Weng Shanlin insisted, it would be rude to refuse.

"Alright, I'll stay then," Jiang Feng said.

"Hehe, that's more like it. Xiaoxi, go ahead," Weng Shanlin said.

"By the way, where's Dongtai?" Weng Jianlai asked.

"My brother? I think he's at the company," Weng Xiaoxi replied.

"Then call him to come home," Weng Jianlai said.

"Okay, Dad," Weng Xiaoxi responded.

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Weng Xiaoxi was quite efficient and quickly arranged a table full of dishes and wine.

Everyone took their seats. Weng Shanlin, being the eldest, sat at the head of the table. Jiang Feng, as the honored guest, sat to his left, and Weng Jianlai sat to his right.

Xu Chaozheng, Meng Ying, and Weng Xiaoxi sat in order below them.

The scene was quite formal.

"I'm back," a handsome young man walked in.

The young man looked energetic, dressed in a casual suit, quite presentable, with a natural smile and a set of white teeth.

With tousled hair, a high nose bridge, and bright eyes, he glanced at everyone and paused slightly when he saw Jiang Feng.

Then he greeted everyone one by one.

"Hello, Grandpa."

"Hello, Dad."

"Hello, Uncle Xu."

"Hello, Brother Ying."

"Hello, little sister."

Everyone nodded in response.

"Alright, Dongtai, stop showing off and sit down," Weng Shanlin called out.

This was Weng Shanlin's beloved grandson, Weng Jianlai's son, and Weng Xiaoxi's brother, Weng Dongtai.

Weng Xiaoxi had called him earlier, saying their father was back, so he rushed home without delay.

"Thank you, Grandpa," Weng Dongtai said politely and was about to sit down.

"Don't sit down," Weng Jianlai ordered.

"What's wrong, Dad? You just got back, and I haven't done anything to provoke you," Weng Dongtai said, displeased.

"Hmph, I see you running around all day, not doing anything proper. Just seeing you makes me angry," Weng Jianlai said with a dark face.

Weng Jianlai had always hoped his son would do something proper, like joining the army and becoming a noble soldier.

But Weng Dongtai, with a different upbringing, refused and insisted on doing business and becoming a boss.

This always made Weng Jianlai angry.

"How am I not doing anything proper? I have my own career. I now own three hotels and five entertainment and leisure clubs, with a monthly net profit of hundreds of thousands. That's a successful career," Weng Dongtai defended himself.

"Shut up! What nonsense successful career? I see it as small-time, foolish business. Because of your business, many people have criticized me. Do you know that? From now on, keep a low profile and don't tell anyone you're my son," Weng Jianlai said angrily.

"You are you, and I am me. We do our own things. How am I affecting you?" Weng Dongtai retorted.

"You..." Weng Jianlai stood up abruptly, raising his hand to hit Weng Dongtai.

"Jianlai, sit down," Weng Shanlin scolded. "Today is a joyous day, and Brother Jiang is here. If you want to discipline your son, do it another day, not now."

Weng Jianlai gritted his teeth and sat down.

He could discipline Weng Dongtai, and Weng Shanlin could discipline him; it was all about disciplining sons.

Weng Shanlin always pampered Weng Dongtai, often protecting him, leaving Weng Jianlai helpless.

Jiang Feng watched all this and thought to himself, what a pair of weirdo father and son, arguing right off the bat. One hopes his son will become a dragon, while the other has his own dreams and wants to do his own thing. Their differing views lead to constant disputes.

But there wasn't any major conflict.

"Sorry to make you witness this, Brother Jiang," Weng Shanlin said to Jiang Feng.

"No worries, a bit of noise makes it lively," Jiang Feng replied.

"Haha, Brother Jiang is right. Dongtai, greet your Senior Jiang," Weng Shanlin said.

Weng Dongtai looked at Jiang Feng again, feeling that he was even younger than himself. How could he be called Senior?

But since his grandfather said so, he didn't dare disobey and said, "Greetings, Senior Jiang."

"Hello, just call me Jiang Feng," Jiang Feng said.

"Dongtai, you may not know, but Grandpa's illness is cured, and the one who cured him is Brother Jiang. Remember this favor; it must not be forgotten," Weng Shanlin said.

"What? Grandpa, your illness is cured!" Weng Dongtai exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, brother, it's absolutely true," Weng Xiaoxi confirmed.

Weng Dongtai immediately stood up straight and bowed deeply to Jiang Feng, saying, "Thank you, Senior Jiang."

Weng Jianlai nodded slightly, satisfied with Weng Dongtai's attitude.

As a man, one should remember favors and act like a man, respecting those who deserve respect and striking down those who need to be struck down.

Jiang Feng quickly stood up, helping Weng Dongtai up, saying, "Don't be so formal. I'm not used to it."

"Haha..."

Jiang Feng's straightforwardness made everyone smile.

It also added a touch of harmony to the atmosphere.

With everyone taking turns to toast him, Jiang Feng drank quite a bit and felt slightly tipsy.

Fortunately, he had already taken leave; otherwise, it would have been troublesome.

After the meal, Jiang Feng proposed to leave. Despite everyone's repeated attempts to keep him, Jiang Feng insisted, and they finally escorted him to the door.

"Brother Jiang, make sure to visit often when you have time," Weng Shanlin said.

"Sure, I'll come by when I have time," Jiang Feng replied.

"Senior, here's my business card. If you ever encounter any difficulties, just call me, and I'll be there," Weng Dongtai said, handing Jiang Feng a card.

"You rascal, do you want to get hit again? Your Senior Jiang is so capable, does he need your help?" Weng Jianlai smacked Weng Dongtai on the head.

Weng Dongtai shrank his neck and said, "There might be times when Senior Jiang is inconvenienced. I just want to be of some help, not to belittle him."

"Thank you," Jiang Feng said, accepting the card.

"Thank you for everything today. If you ever need my help, just ask," Weng Jianlai said to Jiang Feng.

Those in the know understood that his promise carried significant weight. Anyone else would be overjoyed, but Jiang Feng just nodded slightly without much reaction.

After exchanging farewells, Jiang Feng left under everyone's watchful eyes.

Weng Dongtai had wanted to drive him, but Jiang Feng declined. It wasn't because he was being difficult, but because he had somewhere to go that was better kept private.

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