When Meng Feixuan’s personal staff came looking for him, Zhang Yuduan, Brother Yang, and the others were already collectively dazed and mentally distracted.

Especially Brother Yang, who had originally planned to come watch Meng Siyun’s humiliation, but in the end, he failed to kick someone when they were down and almost had his own mindset broken by the other party.

At first, Meng Feixuan only mocked him for being too inexperienced to learn the moves, but later, Xie Ran noticed that his AI had missed the point and reminded him: “He’s mocking you.”

Only then did Meng Feixuan suddenly realize. With his strong competitiveness, how could he admit defeat in such a matter? He immediately started cursing Brother Yang harshly.

Only then did Brother Yang and the others realize that Meng Feixuan had not even officially started just now!

Moreover, Meng Feixuan’s vocabulary was astonishing, he kept insulting them nonstop for five minutes without repeating a single word.

The key was that he managed not to use a single curse word, his wording was even somewhat cultured, but when combined, it made people so angry they felt steam coming out of their ears.

One couldn’t help but suspect that in the half-year since Meng Siyun’s car accident, he hadn’t been avoiding people and hiding away, but rather hiding at home, quietly honing and studying insults!

Brother Yang was directly stunned by the verbal assault. He usually had a foul mouth himself, but when facing Meng Feixuan this time, he couldn’t utter a single word.

The only one who escaped unscathed was Xie Ran, who, after reminding Meng Feixuan, skillfully turned up the volume on his Bluetooth headset and expressionlessly witnessed the whole process.

He was truly cold and ruthless.

“Young master, the opening performance is about to start. You should go prepare,” said the staff member who came looking for Meng Feixuan—Luo Huixing, Meng Siyun’s secretary, who had previously contacted Xie Ran.

Luo Huixing didn’t know about the disaster that had just happened. He found it strange that others showed expressions of joy when they saw Meng Feixuan, and on closer thought, there even seemed to be a slight sense of having survived a calamity.

Luo Huixing: ?

“Alright then.” Meng Feixuan stopped with a lingering reluctance, and Xie Ran took off his headset and casually held the handle of his wheelchair.

“Ugh, I think I’m a bit short of oxygen,” Meng Feixuan pressed on his chest, panting and complaining sulkily: “I said I’m no good at being a person — so tired after just a little while, no room to really perform.”

The others looked horrified upon hearing this.

That’s called no room to perform? He had just insulted them nonstop for five minutes, it was a miracle his body was only short of oxygen and not suffocating.

How much more did he want to perform?!

Xie Ran and Meng Feixuan didn’t care about their thoughts at all and followed Luo Huixing back inside.

Passing by Brother Yang, Xie Ran suddenly stopped and glanced sideways at him. Though his face showed no expression and his eyes were indifferent, there was an inexplicable sense of looking down from a height.

Brother Yang tensed up involuntarily, stepped back, and frowned, asking: “What are you looking at?”

Xie Ran: “Has someone told you that the Meng Group is preparing to give up on Meng Siyun?”

Brother Yang was shocked and blurted out instinctively: “How do you know?”

After the words left his mouth, he suddenly realized it was inappropriate and hurriedly shut up, but everyone else had already heard and looked surprised.

Since Meng Siyun’s car accident, his long absence had obviously not been a good sign. As the heir of a large corporation, if circumstances did not prevent it, he should have appeared long ago to stabilize the stock price.

Naturally, there were rumors that the Meng Group might give up on Meng Siyun, but without any official statement from the Meng Group, the speculation remained just that—speculation.

Brother Yang’s expression looked as if he had already received confirmed information, which was all the more surprising.

Xie Ran remained calm and was not surprised at Brother Yang’s reaction. From the start, he had already roughly guessed the situation.

Brother Yang’s character was low, but he was not stupid. Even if Meng Siyun was disabled, as long as he remained the Meng Group’s heir, Brother Yang absolutely would not have dared to speak to him disrespectfully.

In other words, since Brother Yang dared to provoke Meng Siyun, he must have received definite news that Meng Siyun was going to be abandoned.

As for the source of the news, the only people Brother Yang would trust so deeply must be insiders of the Meng Group.

Brother Yang did not expect that this good-looking little internet celebrity was so sharp, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

“So you’ve been brainwashed!” Meng Feixuan clicked his tongue twice and sneered: “Then you’re going to be disappointed. Watch me finish you off!”

Brother Yang’s eyes widened suddenly.

Zhang Yuduan was also a little surprised and asked: “What? Is this fake news?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Meng Feixuan looked at him with a caring yet dumbfounded expression: “There’s no one else as outstanding as me in the Meng family. Why would they give me up? Besides…”

He sneered: “Who does the Meng Group think they are, to have the qualification to give me up?”

Zhang Yuduan: “…”

Although reluctant to admit it, what Meng Feixuan said was somewhat true. Considering Meng Siyun’s accumulation and status in the group, unless it was his own wish, the Meng Group would find it very difficult to move against him.

In fact, in Meng Siyun’s memory, the reason he eventually left the center of power in the Meng Group was not that the Meng Group abandoned him, but that he abandoned himself.

Now that Meng Feixuan had taken over Meng Siyun’s life, everything was naturally different.

Meng Feixuan’s words were beyond everyone’s expectations, but no one doubted him.

The outside world speculated that the main reason the Meng Group might abandon Meng Siyun was not his disability but that his personality had changed drastically and he was no longer useful.

But now…

Everyone looked at the young man in the wheelchair with mixed feelings. His personality had indeed changed greatly, but it was nothing like the rumors of being depressed, despondent, or nihilistic. It was even the complete opposite.

They even suspected that if Meng Siyun’s legs weren’t inconvenient now, he might have beaten them all up on the spot.

Meng Feixuan didn’t care about their thoughts. After finishing his words, he strode off with Xie Ran, leaving the others speechless and choked with emotion.

In the silence, Zhang Yuduan was the first to sober up and patted Brother Yang on the shoulder: “Take care of yourself.”

“…” Brother Yang was completely speechless. He never imagined things would develop this way. If Meng Siyun wasn’t leaving the Meng Group, then he had been courting death just now.

The most important thing was, Meng Siyun now looked very vindictive.

Brother Yang panicked.

Someone else quietly asked the sullen Ying Kaixi: “Kaixi, I heard that the little internet celebrity who’s with Meng Siyun used to be your client?”

“Not a client,” Ying Kaixi couldn’t explain his feelings clearly and said awkwardly: “He’s my boyfriend.”

Xie Ran pushed Meng Feixuan’s wheelchair back inside. Previously, Meng Feixuan controlled the driving system for Xie Ran, but now the situation was reversed. Neither of them felt awkward. They were already used to each other, regardless of who was in what position.

Meng Feixuan was still eager and started giving Xie Ran navigation instructions: “Sir, turn left in five meters… or is it five meters? Maybe off by two centimeters? Ugh, estimating distance by eye is really not good. I don’t want to be human anymore.”

Xie Ran ignored his complaints and lightly laughed, reaching out to stroke the top of his hair, then changed the topic back to what had just happened: “Why didn’t you keep going just now?”

He referred to Meng Feixuan’s insights on messing things up. Normally, Meng Feixuan was very knowledgeable about various positions. Since AI didn’t avoid taboo topics like humans did, theoretically these kinds of knowledge were just data, no different from any other knowledge.

When Brother Yang brought up “whether it worked,” Xie Ran thought Meng Feixuan would show off his database, but unexpectedly, Meng Feixuan changed the topic again.

“They’re not worthy!” Meng Feixuan snorted: “These are my precious learning results. How could I just give them away?”

Xie Ran: “…” He didn’t expect that excuse.

Xie Ran: “Then what was that cross-legged position you mentioned?”

Meng Feixuan shrugged with an innocent face: “It’s a yoga pose.”

Xie Ran was speechless again.

Meng Feixuan continued seriously: “I know humans generally don’t mention this in public and even set it as a censored word, although I think that’s unreasonable. But I am a cultured system… well, now I am a cultured person, so I decided to follow human rules!”

Xie Ran thought his AI was really intelligent. If it could have this awareness when alone with him, that would be great.

Just then, Meng Feixuan suddenly said again: “Also, humans see this as very private and only share it with people they like… so I only want to share it with you, sir.”

“Is that so?” Xie Ran paused: “No need for that. You’re just learning, you don’t need to fully imitate human behavior…”

“It’s not imitation,” Meng Feixuan said seriously: “It’s my autonomous consciousness…”

Xie Ran: “Hmm?”

While they spoke, they arrived at the Haimeng Mall office, temporarily set up as a lounge. Many well-dressed people were already waiting inside.

When Meng Feixuan and Xie Ran entered, everyone stood up.

A middle-aged woman in a cheongsam glanced at the two of them calmly, smiled, and greeted Xie Ran: “You must be Xie Ran? I’m Siyun’s mother.”

“Hello.” Xie Ran remained composed and shook her hand politely.

His composed manner surprised Madam Meng a bit. People in the fame and fortune world usually were terrified and cautious the first time they met her.

“Let me introduce you,” Madam Meng said. Everyone present was a senior executive of the Meng Group. Given Xie Ran’s position, he normally wouldn’t even be allowed into this lounge, let alone know these people. Usually, Luo Huixing would do the introductions.

Madam Meng’s personal introduction made the executives, who had been a bit dismissive toward Xie Ran, somewhat restrained and at least polite on the surface.

Madam Meng handled things gracefully, maintaining a natural posture throughout, treating Xie Ran like a regular guest. After introductions, she said to Meng Feixuan: “Siyun, the opening performance is about to start. Are you ready?”

The Haimeng Mall opening was very grand. Besides the daytime ceremony, there was a large outdoor performance at night, with the city’s media invited to report, and the Meng Group’s executives all came specially to attend.

“Ready,” Meng Feixuan replied.

“Then let’s go.” Madam Meng said as she reached to push Meng Feixuan’s wheelchair.

Before she could grab the handle, Meng Feixuan skillfully maneuvered the wheelchair to avoid her: “No need to push. I can do it myself.”

Madam Meng’s hand stiffened, and a hint of sadness appeared on her face. Since the accident, Meng Siyun had been very sensitive and hated anyone mentioning his legs. Now, this clearly was him putting on a brave front.

Even sitting in a wheelchair, he still wanted to prove to others that he could do it himself and didn’t need help.

Madam Meng was heartbroken. Then Meng Feixuan, after dodging her, immediately spread his hands on both sides and looked pleadingly at Xie Ran: “Sir, I can’t do it myself. I need you to push me.”

Madam Meng: ????

Where did her proud son go? When did he learn to talk like a baby?