Seeing that God had gone to his computer and fired up the machine, Han Feng sniggered and walked off to make a call.
After the other side had picked up, Han Feng whispered into his phone. “Young Master Lu, don’t you worry. I’ll make sure to assign him so many tasks that he can’t think of anything else!”
“Young Master Lu” sniggered. “Good. We’ll let him know that there’s no way he can enter the E-sports scene without my approval.”
“Of course, sir.”
***
At the hotel.
After hanging up on Huo Beichen, Ning Meng went into the bathroom to take a bath and do some skincare. Then, sitting on her bed, Ning Meng dialed up Han Meilin’s number.
It did not take long for Han Meilin to receive the call, and she sounded worried. “How’s God?”
“He looked very exhausted. His days over here don’t look too good.”
Han Meilin sighed. “This boy… every time he calls me, all he does is reassure me that he’s fine. His mom… she passed away when he was very young, he was only 6 years old when I brought him home. He had wounds all over his body and was not willing to bond with me… sigh…”
Surprised to hear this, Ning Meng instinctively probed further. “How about his father?”
“That piece of trash? After my sister died, that Mr. Lu brought in a mistress that he had secretly been having an affair with, she even brought the bastard son they had had together! Since then, God was always physically and mentally abused at home. If it weren’t for me accidentally finding out about the scars on the boy’s body, I would have never known! After bringing him into my household, we severed all ties with the Lu Family…”
After hearing God’s history with his family, Ning Meng felt a surge of rage. “Those… those monsters! How could they do this to him?!”
God was only 6 years old at the time, he was still a child!
Han Meilin sighed. “Not every father is as loving as Ning Wentao, you know.”
Ning Meng nodded in agreement, not realizing that Han Meilin could not see her body language through the phone call.
“Meng Meng, could you please check up on him for me again? I’m… I’m worried. I can’t help but feel something is awry.”
“Sure. The director called me earlier to arrange for a meeting in the afternoon, so I’ll head to the E-sports club first thing in the morning.”
After hanging up, Ning Meng lay down on the bed, feeling extremely sorry for God.
His story was so heartwrenching. The boy had gone through such an unfortunate life, and yet, he was always smiling, unwilling to share his burden with others—he did not want others to sympathize with him.
Then, as she was still thinking about the poor kid, Ning Meng had fallen asleep.
…
6 AM, at the E-sports club.
After working for an entire night, God began to feel dizzy as everything started to seem blurry on the screen. He had not slept a wink at all after coming back from the hotel.
‘I need to get something to eat. It’s probably low blood sugar.’
God stood up, wanting to go to the cafeteria. However, as soon as he stood up, everything turned black in front of him before he passed out on his computer desk.
The team’s manager saw this and called for Han Feng. “He’s having a fever, it’s 39 degrees Celcius! Should we send him to the hospital?”
After throwing a cold glare at God, Han Feng made a call to report what was going on to the “Young Master Lu”.
“Young Master Lu, what do we do now?”
“This is just great. If the fever could burn his brain out and leave him vegetated, it would be perfect! Carry him to his room. Make sure to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t die on our premises. I’ll come over to have a look at this pathetic b*stard.”
“Yes, sir.”
***
After having breakfast and checking up on Li Shiyao, Ning Meng walked straight to the E-sports club.
This time, however, was quite different from yesterday. After knocking on the door, the manager insisted on not allowing her to visit God. “Look, our team members need to train every single day, do you understand? If you come by like this every day, it will affect his performance.”
Furrowing her brows, Ning Meng said, “It’s alright, I just want to have a peek. He doesn’t need to stop his training to meet me.”
“No! And that’s final!”
Hearing this, Ning Meng smelled something fishy going on.
Meanwhile, Stephen, who had been assigned to be Ning Meng’s bodyguard, was reporting to Huo Beichen. “The missus is blocked at the front door. She seems furious.”
Huo Beichen, who had initially been feeling jealous after hearing that Ning Meng was visiting God first thing in the morning, went silent for a few seconds before giving an order.
“Make sure to protect her at all costs. Now, breach through that door!”
“Affirmative.”
