Red Light

Busy Night Part 3

Jin Guangshan got out of the cab a block from the Mayor's Mansion. He had managed to flag down a cab and given them his neighbor's address. He had stood and waved the cabbie out of sight before walking toward his own house.

The day was churning in his head. The lawyer had been simple and direct.

"Don't tell anyone anything. Not until we have to."

The traffickers, when they had finally answered, gave him a flip response.

"We'll see where it goes and get back to you." It was followed by a click. They'd hung up on him. He had fought down a shiver.

He was furious it had all come to this because of that stupid woman and he wanted someone to take it out on. Who else but Meng Yao? Screaming at his bastard would blow some steam** and he would feel better.

Except that's not how it worked.

Meng Yao had screamed at him! His own father! The nerve!

After he had slapped Meng Yao, it had all gone downhill.

He rubbed his forehead to fight the growing headache as he walked up his driveway.

He was startled to see Jin Zixun get into a cab and leave. He watched the cab pull out of the far side of the large u-shaped driveway.

"Where the hell is he going this time of night?" he muttered as he opened the front door.

Deciding a drink would make sleeping easier, he opened his liquor cabinet. Not a single bottle remained.

"What the hell!" He started yelling for his night staff.

"Yes, sir?"

"What the hell happened to my liquor cabinet?"

"I understand from day staff the Young Master emptied it. He took all of it up to his room, sir." The man's tone was bland. He knew better than to let even a hint of his opinion leak into his voice.

Swearing, Jin Guangshan stomped up the stairs.

He stood in the doorway to Jin Zixun's room stunned. The room look like a tornado had gone through it. Clothes falling out of drawers. Hangers scattered on the floor. Shoes randomly spread around.

"What the hell?"

He hit the intercom. "What the hell happened to his room?"

"On my way, sir." It was the night butler again.

When he arrived, he gave the Mayor a slight bow. "How can I help, sir?"

"What is going on in here?"

"The Young Master said he was taking a trip, sir."

"HE SAID WHAT?" It was a scream of fury and frustration.

"WHERE DID HE GO?" he yelled.

"I do not know, sir. He did not confide in any of the staff." The man looked at the rug and simply waited. There was nothing he could say that would make the situation any better.

For the next thirty minutes, Jin Guangshan threw a tantrum. Howling his anger. Cursing his luck to have worthless sons. Kicking things out of his way. Hurling whatever came to hand against the wall.

It was all crumbling around him and he knew it.

When he was done the room was destroyed.

Panting, he grabbed one of the few bottles he hadn't broken in his fury. He paused at the door and looked at the butler.

"Have this cleaned up immediately." he barked.

"Of course, sir."

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