[BL] NEET life in the Apocalypse

Chapter 7—The deal

by Bocchan13

Song Wen blubbered at Song Yu’s words. Shen Ah Ying was horrified at her son’s tone and overall disrespect of his father.

“Song Yu! You ungrateful brat! What do you mean disown? Of course we would never do that!” Song Yu rolled his eyes, but his gaze unintentionally landed on his little sister. The world of zombies was not kind to girls like Song Qing. Either dragged by scouting groups as a prostitute, raped and sold in the black markets, or consolidated in the hospital wards as baby-making machines. Life as a women was indeed difficult.

In the first three months, he did absolutely everything he could do to protect her. She yelled and cried when he cut her hair, but after witnessing other women in the group go down that path, she quieted down. Maybe it was this that led her to lead him straight into the jaws of the scientists, who knows. But out of all of them, she was the most likely to snitch.

Song Qing felt the hostility from her brother. She never really liked him; he was always a gloomy person who could only speak in whispers. But since he was born a boy, he would inherit the entirety of the Song conglomerate. That was what infuriated her to no end. She did her best in her studies, got excellent grades and even participated in an internship at a large company.

But overall, she was still a girl, and her father did not want her to take over. That infuriated her to no end. But she still had to put on the faux mask, so that maybe one day, Song Yu would destroy himself.

And today was that day.

“Big brother…”

Song Yu lifted his palm up.

“Save your crocodile tears for those who believe you. Dad,” Song Yu looked at Song Wen.

“We need to talk privately.”

Song Qing’s worried look flickered as her mask fell off slightly, but she quickly put her hands to her heart and leaned on her mother.

“Song Yu, what is the meaning of such violent words? Did you learn this from your friends? I knew that going to 3rd rate university was a bad idea!”

Song Yu ignored his mother, his gaze still on Song Wen. He slowly mouthed a few words, and Song Wen’s eyes widened.

Bastard son Chen

Song Wen glared at Song Yu before beckoning him to the office.

Song Yu followed without a word, and closed the door in case Song Qing decided to snoop. Pressing the record button on his phone, he nonchalantly looked around the study. The Song family was a traditional rich merchant family that received favor by one of the emperors for importing the empress’s favorite fruit. After that, they taxed travel roads they built and trade routes, buying and selling anything. Over the course of a hundred years, the Song family became famous.

Now, the Song family is stabilized as part of the political party dealing in construction, roadways, and the overall infrastructure of this city. They were one of the most influential families. Sadly, after the apocalypse, their political ties were severely broken.

“Tell me, what do you know?”

Song Yu smirked as he sat down, being mindful of his sore bottom.

“I know that you have an illegitimate son with your mistress. He’s around…15 years old? He even has your surname, Song Chen.

I know that he studies in a prestigious school in C city and you meet him all of the time on your ‘work trips’. He loves soccer and calligraphy, has a keen sense of business and wants to grow up to be just like daddy.” Song Yu spoke derisively.

“H-how do you know? Who told you?”

“Did anyone have to tell me? I’ve known for a long time.”

“What do you want? The Song Corporation? You’re already the eldest son, it was going to you anyways.”

“Hahaha, do you really think I didn’t know that you’ve been grooming Song Chen to be the next heir? You don’t give a shit about me. You would actually want me to disappear sooner rather than later.” Song Yu leaned back on the chair, his nonchalant tone sounding passive.

“I’m here to make a deal with you.”

Song Wen gritted his teeth. This white-eyed wolf dare to talk deals? But the blackmail was there. Song Wen could only hear him out.

“The villa in A country. I want it, as well as 5 million dollars.”

Song Yu smiled brightly, his eyes looking a little mad.

“For the price of me disappearing and disowning me, this much is the least you can do. No negotiations.”

Song Wen didn’t know what Song Yu needed the villa for. It was in the middle of nowhere. It used to be their ancestral homeland, before migrating to this city. The villa used to be their summer house, with a large acreage and forest. Built right in the middle of the trees, it was secluded and miles away from civilization.

And the 5 million dollars was a pittance. Song Wen thought his son was extremely cheap. He sneered and called his lawyer. The lawyer came in less than 30 minutes with the contract. After this, they will no longer be family. Song Yu will have no inheritance rights and cannot contact any member (including Song Chen) in the foreseeable future.

In exchange, the land deed to the summer villa in A country alongside 5 million dollars will be given to Song Yu as well as any property Song Yu owns officially or under his name. Song Yu smirked at this.

A shake, a fingerprint seal, and a copy made, all within 30 minutes of the lawyer arriving.

“That settles everything. From now on, I’m no longer your son.” Song Wen was elated at this and couldn’t help but disdain this idiot son.

“I hope I never see you again.”

“Likewise.”

Song Yu left the office and peered at Song Qing. She looked exuberant and slightly arrogant. She must have been listening, or hid a bug in the study.

“Song Qing, the only thing I can say to you is…cut your hair.”

Song Qing blinked in confusion, but Song Yu didn’t care as he went upstairs to see what he could bring to his apartment. Since he wasn’t home for 3 months, the room was awash with dust. He coughed lightly and just stood in the center of the room.

Albeit it was a prison-like place…he would miss it. He picked up various books on agriculture, a toy given by the caretaker and some clothing. It all fit into a small duffle bag.

A knock sounded at the door and his mother came in. Her eyes looked dead and her lips looked pale, but overall, she looked to be fine.

“Song Yu, is it true that you’ve been disowned?” He nodded.

Before he could blink, he was slapped hard across the face. He was used to pain, but the hatred in that slap made it even more painful.

Like he said. The strong preyed on the weak, and the weak preyed on the weaker. His mother was meek to his father, but whenever she got into a fit, she would vent her frustration on him. Years of abuse made it seem normal. A slap by his mother was just another way of saying ‘I love you’. Song Yu whipped his head back to face his mother.

“I wonder mom, what goes on in your head. Is it a merry go round of logic, or are you just so broken inside, you want others to be the same?”

Shen Ah Ying’s eyes bulged from her sockets as Song Yu moved past her. The little boy was gone now. In its place was a man with cold eyes and a murderous aura. It was as if, someone came into Song Yu’s skin and took over.

Shen Ah Ying could only sob as the figure went down the stairs and out the door.