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

"Ah!"

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

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

The acrid sll 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! ng Dehai! Co and see!"

ng Dehai was also in a panic.

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

The TV casing was twisted and deford.

The radio in the corner had exploded.

From the kitchen ca 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 ho’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 ng Dehai’s heart.

Except his building.

Except his ho.

Still trapped in cold, burnt darkness.

"ng 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!"

ng 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 departnt!

He wanted to find out who was against him!

...

The logistics departnt’s duty room.

It was brightly lit.

ng 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 uniford security office clerks were taking his statent.

And at the main desk.

Sitting there were two people.

Dean Li, and... Political Commissioner Zhou!

The Political Commissioner of the National Defense University!

ng Dehai’s knees went weak.

What was he doing here?

"Director ng, quite a temper, eh?"

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

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

"Director! Save , Director!"

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

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

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

ng Dehai’s head buzzed.

This fool!

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

He tried to suppress it with authority.

"Comrade ng Dehai."

Political Commissioner Zhou stood up.

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

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

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

"I..."

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

ng Dehai forced a smile more pitiful than tears.

"What Experint 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, ng Dehai!"

ng Dehai was sweating like rain.

He realized he had kicked a steel plate.

No, he had kicked a mountain.

...

anwhile.

Faculty Building Three, Lin Wan Yi’s ho.

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 ford 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.

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 tal box outside?"

Gu An looked up.

His big black grape-like eyes t 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 departnt’s duty room.

A deathly silence.

ng 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 ng Dehai with a peculiar expression.

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

"For you."

ng Dehai’s heart sank.

A great sense of foreboding gripped his heart.

With trembling hands, he took the phone.

"Hello, this is ng Dehai..."

A cold, chanical male voice ca from the receiver.

"Comrade ng 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, extrely egregious in nature."

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

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

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

The call had ended.

ng 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.

ng Dehai’s legs went weak.

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

His face, ashy like death.