Moving

After seeing Administrator Zhou off...

Xie Xie plopped down on the sofa, sinking in completely and bouncing twice.

"This is unfair! How can they be so biased?! This sofa is several times softer than my bed! This isn't fair!"

He hugged a cushion and slumped onto the sofa like a cat crushed by life.

Tang Wulin glanced at him. "Our bed is a hardboard."

Xie Xie glared at him, "A hard board is still a bed! Why is his sofa more comfortable than my bed?"

Yun Jingheng walked around the room, touching the bookshelves, knocking on the walls, opening and closing the windows repeatedly.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on him and bathing him in gold.

He stood by the window, looking at the grove of trees outside, and a slight smile curved his lips.

Hmm... Dad still loves me.

He looked away and turned to walk back into the living room.

Xie Xie was still sprawled on the sofa, hugging a cushion, his whole body sinking into the soft cushion.

His eyes were half-closed, and he was still muttering to himself.

"It's not fair... it's not fair..."

Tang Wulin lay beside him, his face filled with satisfaction.

Xu Xiaoyan was also studying the elasticity of the sofa.

Ye Xinglan was clearly more interested in the empty room next to his room.

"Cough cough..."

Yun Jingheng turned to look at her.

"The empty room next to your bedroom...?"

"Yes, I plan to use it as my workspace."

"The study doesn't meet your needs?"

Yun Jingheng thought about it very seriously, "It really can't be..."

Xie Xie got up from the sofa.

"Uncle-Master, is there anything else you need? I'll help you move it. All I need is for you to allow me to spend the night on your sofa."

Yun Jingheng glanced at him, "We need a Workbench for making Soul Tool."

Xie Xie was taken aback for a moment. "Workbench? That must be very heavy, right?"

Yun Jingheng nodded, "Mm."

"Where are you? Let's go together, soon."

Yun Jingheng looked at Xie Xie, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"The Workbench is at the Blacksmith Association."

Xie Xie's eyes widened.

"The Blacksmith Association? Isn't that Elder Feng's territory?"

Yun Jingheng nodded, "Yes. There's a table in Grandpa Feng's forging room. It's flat and big enough to be Workbench."

Xie Xie swallowed hard. "Are you sure it's 'moving' and not 'stealing'?"

"To put it bluntly, it was moving—moving while he wasn't around."

Xie Xie's lips twitched. "Isn't that still stealing?"

Yun Jingheng glanced at him. "Are you going or not?"

Xie Xie glanced at the sofa, then at Yun Jingheng, gritted his teeth, and said, "Go!"

Tang Wulin sat up from the sofa. "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Yun Jingheng closer to him, "If I remember correctly, Grandpa Feng seems to have been bothering you the whole time?"

Tang Wulin's lips twitched.

"Do you want to get revenge on him?"

He looked at Yun Jingheng, and the two stared at each other for a second.

Tang Wulin's lips slowly curved upwards, a very slight curve.

Boy, you've seduced me.

He exuded an aura of "I've been holding back for a long time."

"Will you do it or not?"

"Dry!"

"Walk!"

Yuanen Yehui carried a basin of washed clothes to the clothesline and hung them up one by one.

Each item was shaken flat and then clipped together.

The coat, shirt, pants, and socks were all neatly arranged.

"Yuan En ~"

Yuanen Yehui's hand trembled, and the wet shirt in his hand almost fell to the ground.

She turned her head abruptly, and Yun Jingheng was standing behind her, less than two steps away, smiling at her.

Her pupils contracted slightly, and her fingers clenched the shirt in her hands, water dripping down the hem and onto her shoes.

She didn't lower her head, but just looked at Yun Jingheng, her brows furrowing slightly.

Why do you walk so quietly?

Yes, you just didn't hear it.

Yun Jingheng casually picked up a coat from the basin, put it on a hanger, and hung it up.

"Can you do me a favor?"

She looked at the group of four who had their arms crossed.

"What?"

"Just moving something."

Her gaze shifted from the group of four to Yun Jingheng's face.

"What are you moving?"

"A table."

Where to move to?

Yun Jingheng smiled, "Grandpa Feng's forging workshop."

Yuanen Yehui frowned slightly. "Elder Feng's forging room?"

Yun Jingheng nodded. "Yes. His Workbench, with its Sinking Silver tabletop Star Steel legs, is large and flat, perfect for me to use as Workbench."

Yuanen Yehui looked at him and asked, "Are you sure it's 'moving' and not 'stealing'?"

Yun Jingheng smoothed out the wrinkles on the jacket hanging on the clothesline.

"Yes, we're moving, but he's not here."

Yuanen Yehui took a deep breath. "Isn't that stealing?"

Yun Jingheng glanced at her. "Are you going or not?"

Yuanen Yehui stared at him for two seconds, then turned back to continue hanging up the clothes. "I'm not going. I'm poor and can't afford to pay for it."

Yun Jingheng wasn't in a hurry. He leaned against the clothesline and waited for her to hang up the last piece of clothing.

Then he put his hand on her shoulder and leaned close to her ear.

"Yuanen Yehui, the drawing is almost finished. You don't want the table to be crooked, do you? I... drew it crooked, didn't I?"

Yuanen Yehui:...

"Walk."

"Hahaha, let's go, let's go."

Is this guy... really normal? Am I investing in a psychopath?

Gu Yue leaned against her room, watching the group of people not far away.

She witnessed Yun Jingheng put his hand on Yuan En's shoulder and whisper in her ear; she witnessed Yuan En's frozen body and bright red ears; she witnessed Yun Jingheng's smile like a triumphant fox.

Her gaze shifted and landed on Tang Wulin.

He stood at the back of the crowd, arms crossed, a slight smile playing on his lips. Sunlight fell on his face, softening his features.

Then she looked away, raised her hand, and gently closed the window. With a "click," the window lock clicked shut.

"Hmm... I can't open it, it seems to be locked."

Xie Xie twisted the handle twice.

"Simple, just kick it open."

Yun Jingheng said casually.

He stretched his ankles, and his Soul Power surged from his dantian, flowing along his meridians to his calves and then to the soles of his feet.

A faint, silvery-white light flashed on the sole of the shoe, so faint it was almost invisible.

He took a step back, then kicked the door hard.

"Bang--!"

The door lock exploded.

It wasn't the kind of sound that slowly cracks open; it was the kind of explosive sound that sends metal fragments flying and wood chips flying everywhere.

The door slammed against the wall, bounced back, slammed again, and finally came to a stop, wobbling precariously.

A clear footprint was left on the door frame. It wasn't big, but it was deep, and the tread pattern of the shoe was clearly visible.

Yun Jingheng withdrew his foot, dusted off his trousers, and walked in expressionlessly.

"Shh~sh~sh~--"

Ye Xinglan looked at the footprints on the door. "This door is quite sturdy."

Xu Xiaoyan jogged to catch up with Yun Jingheng, "Jing Heng, does your foot hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, come on, let's get started."

"Is this the table? It's quite flat."

"Right? Yuan En? What are you doing?"

"Oh? Oh, I think you should need this metal rack. How about we move it together?"

"Hmm... that makes sense."

Downstairs in the lobby, staff members were organizing files with their heads down.

Hearing the chaotic footsteps on the stairs, he looked up and saw a group of people coming down from the second floor. Yun Jingheng was carrying a huge metal table down with two boys.

Three girls followed behind, carrying a metal frame.

The staff member blinked.

He looked at the table and recognized it as the Workbench in Feng Wuyu's forging room, with Sinking Silver tabletop and Star Steel legs. It was the only one of its kind in the entire Blacksmith Association.

"Young Master Yun, what's wrong with you...?"

He wasn't keen to speak, but he had seen it nonetheless.

If you stop them, and you offend this little devil, you can forget about having a good life from now on.

If we don't stop it, when Elder Feng comes back and sees the table and his airs gone, he won't have an easy time either.

He stood behind the counter, his expression shifting between "stop" and "don't stop," finally settling on an expression that said, "I didn't see anything."

Yun Jingheng glanced at him, but didn't stop walking. "Oh, it's nothing. I'm just moving some things. You go about your business. Ouch... Xie Xie, don't step on my foot."

The staff member nodded, nodded, and nodded again.

"Please take care while you move your things."

He retreated behind the counter, lowered his head, and continued organizing the files, but didn't realize he was holding the files upside down.