the boys are back at it again, but this time with teachers at their throats and ding dongs killing off their mitochondrias.
[sequel to ; boys just wanna have fun]
[slow updates]
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"Are you ready Renjun?" His mother asked, tidying his attire.
"Honestly? No, I'm not ready mom. I really don't want to do this." The poor boy was getting ready to meet his soon-to-be wife, and he sure as hell didn't want to meet her.
"I know you don't want to. I'm telling you, plan 'Make Jaemin A Gorl' is still open." She suggested, putting on the finishing touches to his outfit.
"Mom, I'm not going to force Jaemin into dressing up like a girl for me." Her son groaned.
"I'm just reminding you that the option is open and that I have his mom on speed dial-"
"Are you two done?" Renjun's father poked his head into the boy's room, checking up on the pair.
Huiyin slightly flinched but quickly regained her composure,"Almost. Just putting some finishing touches on my boy."
"Wow, look at my son. Looking all spiffy and handsome. Li Hua is going to love you." His father mused, admiring his son.
Renjun knew his father only meant good. All of of his life, his father was with him through thick and thin. It's just that sometimes the man can be selfish. That was the one quality he hated about his father.
If something profited him in any way whatsoever, he was willing to give up everything he had. That upsetted both Renjun and Huiyin. But they couldn't do much, he was too powerful. Socially, they were inferior to him. Meaning that if he wanted to, he could take everything away from them.
Strip them of everything they achieved in life and make their life a living hell.
"Thanks dad." Renjun gave his father a fake smile, concealing every single drop of dissent he held.
"Your ride is here Mr. Huang." A servant notified from the opened door.
Mr. Huang nodded, motioning for the servant to move along.
Renjun's heart was thundering against his chest, the feeling of dread settling in his stomach. He and his parents were walking into this high end restaurant, obviously made for the rich.
"The Huangs?" Asked the lady at the front desk.
"Yes."
"Come right this way. The Zhao's are very excited to see you." Informed the lady, leading them to one of the private dining rooms in the restaurant.
She opened the door for the three, revealing the Zhao family, which consisted of four people. Two of them were noticeably Mr. and Mrs. Zhao, while the other two people were their children. One boy, and one girl.
"Ah, Mr. Huang! You made it! We were just talking about you." A middle aged man greeted, giving the Huangs and welcoming smile. "Come! Please sit!"
