Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 670 - 659: It Was You (Part 1)

"Ding dang!" With the soft chime of the clock on the wall, it was now 6 PM. Liu Yunpeng, who had been waiting impatiently, leapt up from the soft bed and threw open the curtains to look outside.

Under the shroud of night, a few figures appeared and disappeared at the Factory. Those were the patrol sentries, which Liu Yunpeng directly chose to ignore. His eyes fixated on the place where the vehicles were stored.

Nothing. The Toyota Camry that went out still hadn’t returned, which further solidified Liu Yunpeng’s suspicions of Huang Yong and the others.

During the afternoon, he had calmed down to think. If his father truly had arranged for Li Huiru to go out for some activity, it was impossible for her to stay out this late.

After all, she was his woman. In both sentiment and reason, his father would not allow her to stay out overnight with another man; that would surely harm the Liu Family’s reputation.

In any case, he had to confront his father for an explanation.

Ever since being diagnosed with a stomach issue, Liu Fugui had paid special attention to his routine. No matter how busy he was, he would complete his three meals each day on time and in the right portions.

And at this moment, as usual, he entered the dining room surrounded by Huang Yong and his subordinates.

The waitstaff had just placed the dishes on the table. Liu Fugui hadn’t had a chance to pick up his chopsticks for a taste when he saw the dining room door being pushed open.

In the entire Factory, there was likely only one person who could enter like this without being announced, so Liu Fugui knew who it was without even raising his head.

"Ah, it’s Xiaopeng!" Even though he had expected Liu Yunpeng to enter, the surprise in Liu Fugui’s voice was evident. No wonder; it was hard to recall the last time the father and son ate together.

Before the apocalypse, his precious son used to stay out all night, frequenting various bars and nightclubs.

Back then, Liu Fugui was busy with work and had little time to discipline his son.

As a result, their relationship grew increasingly distant over time. In Liu Yunpeng’s eyes, Liu Fugui was nothing more than an ATM that refilled his credit card.

As for affection, the family maid was probably closer to him than his biological father.

It’s not an exaggeration. Frankly speaking, aside from generous financial support, Liu Fugui really hadn’t given Yunpeng much else.

After the apocalypse, with zombies roaming the streets, Yunpeng could no longer fool around as he once did, and Liu Fugui finally had a chance to be under the same roof as his son.

Regrettably, when Liu Fugui wanted to use this rare opportunity to repair and make amends in their relationship, Yunpeng simply wouldn’t give him that chance.

The latter would always avoid spending time with him. Whether it was eating or any other occasion, if Liu Fugui was present, Yunpeng would find any excuse to leave.

This frustrated and left Liu Fugui helpless. So when he saw Yunpeng entering today, Liu Fugui couldn’t hold back the surge of fatherly affection in his heart.

"Come, come, sit here. Let’s have a good father-son talk!" Liu Fugui pulled over a chair, placing it as close to him as possible.

Yunpeng nodded, obediently walked over, and sat down. He hadn’t forgotten the scene of his father losing his temper last night. While he wasn’t eager to see his father, he knew too well about his father’s unfathomable methods, which he had heard of numerous times.

So, unclear of what his father intended, Yunpeng didn’t dare to act rashly and behaved very obediently.

Seeing his son with such an attitude, Liu Fugui was very relieved. It was the first time he’d seen Yunpeng act so docile in front of him.

It’s well known that this rascal always did the opposite of what Liu Fugui said. If you pointed east, he would go west. If you pointed south, he’d head north. Basically, whatever you told him to do, he would do the opposite, which had always been a headache for Liu Fugui.

But now he didn’t realize that his son’s apparent obedience and docility were merely a facade out of intimidation. If Liu Fugui knew his son’s true thoughts at that moment, who knows what his expression would be.

Liu Fugui removed his facade, appearing just like an ordinary father, placing the bowl and chopsticks in front of his son with care.

But Yunpeng’s purpose for coming here today wasn’t to eat. He glanced back at Huang Yong, standing behind Liu Fugui, the latter looking straight ahead as if he hadn’t sensed Yunpeng’s gaze at all.

This made Yunpeng very displeased, and he thought to himself he would make sure Huang Yong got what he deserved later.

"Come, Xiaopeng, try this. It’s a new dish your Uncle Pang developed, and it tastes quite good." The "Uncle Pang" Liu Fugui mentioned was a chef who had worked with him for many years. His cooking suited Liu Fugui’s taste, so his status within the group was understandably high, as could be seen by how Liu Fugui addressed him.

Yunpeng didn’t waste words, gulping down the piece of beef Liu Fugui had placed in his bowl. After chewing it up, he made no comment but said something seemingly random and suggestive: "Huang Yong, don’t you have anything to say?"

Huang Yong looked bewildered: "Young master, I have nothing to say."

Yunpeng suddenly turned back with a very serious tone, questioning: "Nothing to say? Then let me ask you, has the patrol team returned?"

"No!" Huang Yong replied crisply.

"Well, no, Li Huiru was let out by your team. It’s already late; how are you going to explain that?" Yunpeng was smart this time; he chose an approach of retreating to advance. He didn’t directly name the main issue but planned to use Li Huiru’s absence as a point of leverage.

Huang Yong obviously didn’t expect him to take this approach. In his eyes, Yunpeng was just a brainless rich kid.

He thought Yunpeng would come here and go hysterical, confronting him directly, which would serve his purpose.

But now, seeing Yunpeng’s relatively calm demeanor was a little surprising for him.

However, he quickly composed himself, showing no signs of panic, and said, "I’m also very concerned about this, but the car Miss Li took didn’t have a Hand-held Radio, so..."

"Hmph, Huang Yong, at a time like this you dare to lie through your teeth when the patrol team didn’t take a Hand-held Radio? It seems you’re hiding something, too scared to tell the truth!" Yunpeng finally seized the opportunity to explode. This was a scenario he had preplanned. Initially, at the gate, he had been too hot-headed and forgot to let Huang Yong and Li Huiru contact each other using the radio. Although he wasn’t very familiar with the patrol team details, he knew they should at least have communication tools.

So he planned to have Huang Yong explain this in front of his father and see how he would respond. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)