Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 237 - 236: Cut My Power? I’ll Turn You Into a Prisoner!

Chapter 237: Chapter 236: Cut My Power? I’ll Turn You Into a Prisoner!

"Ah!"

A woman’s scream shattered the darkness of the director’s building.

It was Meng Dehai’s wife, Liu Fen, staring at the smoking TV in the living room.

The acrid smell of burnt plastic pierced her nose, making her frown deeply.

"My TV! My television!"

Liu Fen rushed over, tried to touch it with her hand, but quickly drew back from the heat.

"What’s happening! Meng Dehai! Come and see!"

Meng Dehai was also in a panic.

He struck a match, and in the weak light, the room was a mess.

The TV casing was twisted and deformed.

The radio in the corner had exploded.

From the kitchen came the sound of shattering, it was the light bulbs.

It’s over.

All over.

He shakily ran to the door and frantically pulled at his home’s circuit breaker.

No response.

He dashed to the hallway to pull down the building’s main switch.

Still silence.

Then, suddenly.

"Snap!"

Outside the window, the lights of a building flickered on.

Soon after.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Building after building.

The entire Beijing University campus lit up like a starry sky, restored to light in an instant.

"The power’s back!"

"Great! Finally, the power’s back!"

Cheers erupted from downstairs, one after another.

The children were laughing.

The adults were shouting.

Those sounds were like needles, piercing and hurting Meng Dehai’s heart.

Except his building.

Except his home.

Still trapped in cold, burnt darkness.

"Meng Dehai!"

Liu Fen’s cries turned into curses.

"Didn’t you say you were going to teach that Lin a lesson?"

"And now? Who’s suffering now!"

"My TV! That was half a year of my wages!"

Meng Dehai’s face turned the color of pig liver in the dark.

He pulled open the door and rushed out.

He wanted to go to the logistics department!

He wanted to find out who was against him!

...

The logistics department’s duty room.

It was brightly lit.

Meng Dehai kicked open the door.

The scene inside left him stunned.

The young officer who pulled the breaker was sitting in the corner, head down.

Two uniformed security office clerks were taking his statement.

And at the main desk.

Sitting there were two people.

Dean Li, and... Political Commissioner Zhou!

The Political Commissioner of the National Defense University!

Meng Dehai’s knees went weak.

What was he doing here?

"Director Meng, quite a temper, eh?"

Political Commissioner Zhou lifted his eyelids, his voice cold and indifferent.

That young officer saw Meng Dehai, as if seeing a savior, scrambled over to him.

"Director! Save me, Director!"

He pointed at Meng Dehai, shouting to the security office people.

"It was him! He told me to pull the switch!"

"He said he wanted to teach Faculty Building Three a lesson!"

Meng Dehai’s head buzzed.

This fool!

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

He tried to suppress it with authority.

"Comrade Meng Dehai."

Political Commissioner Zhou stood up.

He wasn’t tall, but his presence was overwhelming, making it hard for Meng Dehai to breathe.

"Was it you who ordered the power cut to the ’National New Cold-resistant Crop Development Plan’ Experiment Zone Zero?"

Every word from Political Commissioner Zhou carried a weight that forced Meng Dehai to lower his head.

"I..."

"Political Commissioner Zhou, there must be some misunderstanding!"

Meng Dehai forced a smile more pitiful than tears.

"What Experiment Zone Zero, I don’t know, I just heard the circuits in Building Three were aging, so I told Xiao Wang to check it..."

"Check?"

Dean Li, who hadn’t spoken, sneered.

"Does checking require cutting off the power to the entire building?"

"Is it necessary to leave national treasure-level researchers and two toddlers in sub-zero weather to feel the cold?"

"You’re doing a fine job as the logistics director, Meng Dehai!"

Meng Dehai was sweating like rain.

He realized he had kicked a steel plate.

No, he had kicked a mountain.

...

Meanwhile.

Faculty Building Three, Lin Wan Yi’s home.

It was as warm as spring inside.

The light under the lace lampshade softly bathed the cream-colored carpet.

Gu Yanshen sat on the sofa, carefully peeling an apple for Lin Wan Yi with a small knife.

The peel formed an unbroken line, hanging down.

Lin Wan Yi leaned on his shoulder, her voice lazy.

"All resolved?"

"Mm."

Gu Yanshen handed the peeled apple to her lips.

Lin Wan Yi took a bite.

Crisp, sweet.

Her gaze fell on the carpet.

Gu An was lying there.

His small body faced a pile of parts.

In his hand, he held a tiny screwdriver, carefully unscrewing a charred fuse.

The focused expression on his face was like that of an experienced engineer.

Gu Yanshen also looked over. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

He put down the fruit knife and walked over to his son, crouching down.

His tall figure cast a shadow, enveloping Gu An perfectly.

"An An."

Gu Yanshen’s voice was very low.

"Did you touch the metal box outside?"

Gu An looked up.

His big black grape-like eyes met his father’s.

Then, he held up the charred fuse in his hand.

He pointed with his chubby hand to his precious toolkit.

Inside the box, a shining new fuse lay quietly.

"Replace."

The little guy said in his baby voice.

"Old one, broken."

Gu Yanshen looked at his son.

Lin Wan Yi also looked at their son.

The couple exchanged a glance.

And both laughed.

A one-and-a-half-year-old child.

He was just "helping" by replacing a "burned-out" old part.

Who could say anything?

This was probably the world’s most perfect alibi.

...

The logistics department’s duty room.

A deathly silence.

Meng Dehai still wanted to argue.

"Political Commissioner Zhou, Dean Li, I really just wanted to..."

"Ring-ring-ring—!"

The red telephone on the table suddenly shrilled.

Shattering the oppressive atmosphere.

The nearest security office clerk answered the call.

"Hello, this is Beijing University Security Office."

"..."

After hearing a few words, the clerk’s face changed dramatically.

He covered the receiver and looked at Meng Dehai with a peculiar expression.

"Director Meng, call from the city power bureau."

"For you."

Meng Dehai’s heart sank.

A great sense of foreboding gripped his heart.

With trembling hands, he took the phone.

"Hello, this is Meng Dehai..."

A cold, mechanical male voice came from the receiver.

"Comrade Meng Dehai."

"You are suspected of violating operation regulations of high-voltage lines, causing an abnormal voltage in the regional grid, leading to significant damage to both public and residential properties, extremely egregious in nature."

"Effective immediately, you are suspended and under investigation."

"Report to the city disciplinary committee first thing in the morning."

"Beep... beep... beep..."

The call had ended.

Meng Dehai stood there, holding the receiver.

Like a statue.

A few seconds later.

"Clatter."

The black receiver slipped from his hand, bouncing once on the concrete floor, emitting a dull thud.

Meng Dehai’s legs went weak.

His entire body, like a heap of mud, collapsed to the floor.

His face, ashy like death.