Domineering CEO Is My Son

Many familiar faces came to the party.

Mr. Kang counted them; there were quite a few partners from within the industry and three ex-girlfriends.

Each of his ex-girlfriends was more beautiful than the last. It was clear that no one cared that he was in a coma. Everyone's world was still wonderful.

Mr. Kang didn't care either, after all… he had almost forgotten about them.

The current CEO of Fei Yue Group, standing next to him, received a lot of compliments and greetings. After all, everyone had heard the rumors that the previous CEO might not wake up.

"Long time no see, Mr. Kang. You're looking well," a middle-aged man said, approaching them.

Mr. Kang had a vague memory of this man. He had approached him before to invest in a project, but he had refused.

The project the man had presented was indeed tempting, with a price that was half the market rate. However, the problem was that the man's claims of having connections and being able to use back doors were not supported by any concrete evidence.

For a real estate project to have its price pushed down so low, it was unlikely to be a bargain. The biggest possibility was that they were cutting corners.

When the time came, this man would simply walk away, leaving Mr. Kang and his company to take the blame.

He was indeed generous with his money and could easily part with millions. However, he wanted to spend his money on things he liked.

If someone took him for a fool, he wouldn't give them a single cent and would even want to get his money back.

However, at this moment, Kangkang's second uncle was actually being friendly with the man.

The man continued, "I met with young Mr. Kang before, and he didn't seem to think much of our project."

"He's young and doesn't understand how things work in this industry."

Mr. Kang frowned, holding onto his father's arm, trying hard not to confront the man.

"Young Mr. Kang is indeed young. The last time I met him, he was driving so fast. I wanted to tell him that driving so fast could easily lead to an accident, but I didn't dare say it."

"It's a good thing you didn't. Otherwise, you would have been in trouble," Kangkang's cousin said from the side. "He's very petty. If you had said it, you might have ended up in a sack."

Mr. Kang was furious, so angry that his cheeks puffed up.

He couldn't talk back, he couldn't talk back.

Things were different now.

Mr. Kang wasn't stupid. If he talked back now, in his current identity as Yue Qin's son, the son of the pianist who was about to perform...

They were only able to enter because someone had given them tickets.

Holding onto his big, strong father's arm, Mr. Kang felt a wave of sadness.

He didn't know why, but he felt very sad.

His family was poor, but he hadn't felt poor for the past two months.

For a child, every day was about eating, drinking, and playing with his parents.

The emotions of adults could really affect children. His parents didn't feel poor or bitter, so he didn't feel poor or bitter either. Instead, he was happy to eat and live.

But now, sitting in this hall, listening to the people around him badmouthing him, he suddenly realized how terrifying poverty could be.

He couldn't fight back like he used to, couldn't even splash red wine on them.

Because he had to consider that the person who was about to perform on stage was his mother. She needed this opportunity, and this opportunity was very important to her. She had been preparing for this performance every day.

And he and the person holding him were only able to sit here because someone had given them tickets.

They weren't even qualified to be here.

So this was poverty. Tears welled up in Mr. Kang's eyes. At this moment, he felt hatred for the gap between the rich and the poor, hatred for the capitalists.

His parents weren't the kind of people who didn't work hard. They were actually working hard to make money.

Mr. Kang sighed, and Little Parrot in his hat fell into deep thought.

Yue Qin was listening to his wife's performance and didn't realize that his eldest son was feeling down.

The party was a complete success, but in reality, no one discussed the piano performance just now.

Kangkang was picked up by his father, and his mother walked beside them happily. All the preparation, the tension, and the worry of the past few days had vanished after this performance, leaving only joy.

As the family of three walked out, Little Parrot flew up.

Mr. Kang was startled and saw Little Parrot flying higher and higher, soon disappearing from sight.

Mr. Kang was stunned for a moment, then became anxious. "Dad, Mom..."

Yue Qin sighed and said, "He said there's something he needs to take care of in the community. He has to hurry back."

At this moment, the big, strong father looked like an empty-nester whose child had grown up.

Parents always worry about their children, always feeling that the outside world is too dangerous.

But Little Parrot was awesome. When his dad offered to take a taxi back with him, Little Parrot said, "Dad, I'm not a kid."

Yue Qin knew, knew that his child was actually smarter and more capable than he imagined, but he also made the same mistake all parents make—

He also felt that his child was too fragile to handle danger.

Because when parents first hold their children, they are infants and indeed unable to handle any threats. The children grow up, but the parents do not.

Yue Qin tried to reassure himself and said to his eldest son, "Your brother has gone back to deal with bird matters."

He had to accept that his son had become a brave, outstanding, and intelligent leader ahead of time, no longer needing his protection.

As someone who had witnessed her child lead a bird army against stray cats, Xia Sheng was very open-minded. She comforted him, "He's grown up. We can't look at him with the same eyes we used to when he was four."

If they continued to see Little Parrot as a four-year-old, it would limit him in many ways.

"He's a very mature and steady leader."

Mr. Kang thought about it and realized she was right. Little Parrot was their biological child, possessing both reason and violence.

He was much more reliable than him.

Then, as their car drove out, they saw a traffic jam ahead. It seemed that something unusual had happened, as many people got out of their cars and took out their phones to take pictures.

Someone beside them exclaimed, "Wow! This video is going to be big!"

What video? Mr. Kang wanted to stick his head out to see, but his mother stopped him. He shouldn't develop the habit of sticking his head out of the car to watch the excitement.

Yue Qin, who was driving, couldn't figure out what was going on either. He only knew that something seemed to have happened ahead and everyone had gotten out of their cars.

It must be something big!

The young couple discussed it and decided to join the crowd to see what was happening. They quickly took their child out of the car and went to join the fun.

As soon as they got out of the car, they saw what all the commotion was about.

People around them were saying:

"Hey, don't fight back, don't throw stones! There are eagles and owls up there, those are nationally protected animals!"

"Yeah, they're not pecking at you, so stop throwing stones."

"Did they do something bad? Why else would the birds be pooping on them for no reason? And they're only going after those few people."

Not far ahead, a flock of birds formed a dark cloud, following a few people.

Mr. Kang, who had been attacked by biological weapons before, looked at his second uncle, cousin, and the middle-aged man who had come to seek investment. At this moment, he silently gave them a thumbs up.

Good job, brothers! The frustration that had been building up inside him instantly dissipated!

Although his family was poor, although they didn't speak up when they were bullied, he still had his brothers!

Brothers! He would prepare food for his brothers when he got back!

He didn't want to usurp his brother's position anymore! It was good to be a younger brother. When he was bullied, his brother would help him get revenge.

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