Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 236 - 235: May Your Whole Family’s Appliances Go Up in Smoke!

Chapter 236: Chapter 235: May Your Whole Family’s Appliances Go Up in Smoke!

In the duty room, Dean Li firmly grasped the receiver of the red phone.

A steady male voice came through the earpiece.

"Hello, Agriculture Department."

Dean Li’s voice was hoarse, yet carried a commanding presence that brooked no dissent.

"I want to speak with Secretary Zhou."

There was a brief pause on the other end.

"Who are you?"

"Beijing Agricultural College, Li Changqing."

Three seconds of silence.

The voice on the other end immediately turned respectful.

"Mr. Li, please hold on!"

Soon, Secretary Zhou’s voice came through.

"Mr. Li, you’re calling so late, is there an emergency?"

Dean Li glanced at the pale-faced young officer beside him.

"Emergency?"

"A matter of great importance!"

"The national new cold-resistant crop cultivation project I’m in charge of, Experimental Zone Zero, has been deliberately cut off from power!"

"Secretary Zhou, go and ask the minister right now!"

"This is a national confidential project, who gave them the authority to cut the power at will!"

"Is it that we, the agricultural people, are destined to be stepped on?!"

Dean Li shouted, his chest heaving violently.

Secretary Zhou on the other end was obviously startled.

"Mr. Li, please calm down! Experimental Zone Zero? What’s going on?"

"It’s in Building 3 for Beijing University’s staff! Lin Wan Yi’s residence!"

"If all the experimental samples and data inside are damaged, who will take responsibility?!"

"I don’t care who it is, I want an explanation now!"

After Dean Li finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a "bang".

The entire duty room fell into a deathly silence.

The young officer collapsed onto the ground with a "thud".

Cold sweat soaked through his uniform, clinging tightly to his back.

He stammered, looking at Dean Li.

"Li... Dean Li... it’s not my fault..."

"It was... it was Director Meng! Director Meng Dehai told me to pull the lever!"

Dean Li looked at him impassively.

As if he were looking at a dead man.

"Meng Dehai?"

He turned to his assistant behind him.

"Go, notify the security department to immediately seal all evening dispatch and power usage records from logistics."

"Also, summon Meng Dehai here for me!"

"I want to see if he, as a director, is somehow more authoritative than our Agriculture Department minister!"

The assistant nodded and promptly turned and left briskly.

The duty officer was utterly despaired.

He knew he was finished.

He became the first casualty of a clash among immortals.

Just then, the light at the doorway dimmed.

Gu Yanshen strode in.

He immediately saw Lin Wan Yi standing at the center of the crowd.

The man hurried to her side, scanning her with his eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Lin Wan Yi shook her head.

"I’m fine."

Gu Yanshen then turned his gaze to the officer collapsed on the ground.

That gaze was icy.

He didn’t speak, just raised his foot to take a step toward the officer.

The officer cried out in fright, scrambling backward on hands and feet.

"Stay back! Stay back!"

Gu Yanshen halted, turning to Lin Wan Yi.

"Honey, take the kids home first."

"I’ll handle this."

His voice was very calm.

But Lin Wan Yi knew, beneath the calm, was a volcano on the verge of eruption.

This man was truly enraged.

She reached out, holding onto Gu Yanshen’s sleeve.

"No need."

Lin Wan Yi smiled.

"To kill a chicken, why use a slaughter knife?"

"I have a better way to deal with such people."

Gu Yanshen looked down at her.

Looking at the mischievous glint in her eyes.

The anger in his heart inexplicably dissipated.

"Alright."

"Listen to you."

He naturally took her hand and turned to leave.

Leaving Dean Li in a mess.

...

Back home.

The room was still dim.

The chill was heavier than before.

Gu Yanshen went to wrap the two children in thick blankets.

Lin Wan Yi lit a candle.

The candlelight flickered.

She walked over to Gu An, who was lying on the carpet staring at a heap of parts.

She squatted down.

"An An."

Gu An lifted his head, his bright eyes glistening under the candlelight.

Lin Wan Yi pointed towards the doorway.

"Seems the iron box in the hallway is broken."

"Mom heard strange noises inside."

"Can you go... and check it out for everyone?"

Gu An’s eyes lit up instantly.

He dropped the half-disassembled radio, and from his specialized toolbox, took out pliers and several wires in different colors.

Then, he looked at Gu Yanshen.

His little face was full of "seeking approval".

Gu Yanshen looked at his half-year-old son.

Then at his wife’s "kind mother" smile.

He didn’t ask why.

Just moved to open the door.

His tall figure, like a guardian deity, blocked the doorway.

"Go on."

"Daddy will keep watch."

Gu An immediately trotted out, heading straight for the main power box at the end of the corridor.

...

Meanwhile.

At the family housing of National Defense University, in the building for senior officials.

Meng Dehai’s home was brightly lit.

He and his daughter Meng Ting were sitting at the dining table.

On the table were four dishes, a soup, and a bottle of white liquor.

"Dad, you’re amazing!"

Meng Ting filled Meng Dehai’s glass, looking smug.

"Now, let’s see how Lin Wan Yi keeps being pretentious!"

"With no electricity or heat, her shabby carpet and whatnot sofa will be moldy!"

Meng Dehai took a sip of liquor, his face glowing red.

"Hmph, a capitalist heiress dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

"Let me tell her, in this National Defense University, whether a dragon or a tiger, you have to keep a low profile!"

"Offend me, Meng Dehai, and even drinking hot water in winter will be difficult for her!"

"Don’t worry, Tingting."

Meng Dehai patted his chest.

"Once she’s worn out, Gu Yanshen will naturally beg me."

"Then, Dad will help you reclaim your place!"

Meng Ting laughed hilariously.

"Dad, you’re the best!"

She seemed to already envision Lin Wan Yi begging for mercy in front of her.

Just then.

"Zzz--"

A screeching sound of electric current rang out.

The light bulb on Meng Dehai’s ceiling flickered intensely.

Like the beginning of a horror movie.

"What’s going on?"

Meng Ting was startled.

Just as those words fell.

"Bang!"

The brand new fourteen-inch black-and-white TV in the living room flashed on the screen, emitting a puff of black smoke.

Immediately afterward.

"Bang! Bang!"

The radio on the table, the light bulbs in the kitchen, all burst one after another.

A strong smell of burning quickly permeated the air.

Finally, with a "snap".

The whole house plunged into dead silence and darkness.

Meng Dehai’s smile froze.

Meng Ting let out a scream.

"Ah! Dad! What happened!"

Meng Dehai hurriedly stood up, groping in the dark.

"Don’t be afraid! It might be a power trip!"

He rushed to the door, pulling the circuit breaker.

No effect.

Dead silence.

He rushed to the hallway, pulling the main breaker.

Still no effect.

An ominous feeling rose in him.

He recalled the phone call just now.

Thought of Lin Wan Yi’s "Experimental Zone Zero."

Could it be...

He scrambled back inside, struck a match.

With that faint glow, he saw the TV his family had spent half a year’s savings on.

The case was already deformed by scorching.

"My TV!"

Meng Dehai let out a wail.

That sound, more mournful than losing a father.