Before the banquet, the woman who had been glued to Zhang Tie's side was finally dragged away by her mother. Having finally found an opening, Zhang Su quietly pulled Zhang Tie aside and spoke to him in a low voice.
For the past few hours, with that woman staring at him like some lovestruck fool, Zhang Tie had practically become the public enemy of every unmarried young man in the old residence. Zhang Tie merely took it as one of the woman's pranks and did not mind in the slightest. Under her gaze, he remained perfectly calm, never feeling that her behavior would cost him so much as a single hair. As for those men jealous of him, Zhang Tie had no obligation to explain anything beyond blaming them for being idiots. The only thing he found somewhat amusing was that even several of his cousins made no effort to hide their jealousy of him.
Zhang Tie had some impression of a few of those cousins, while he was meeting others for the first time today. They were all members of the Zhang Family, sharing the same bloodline, yet in an occasion like this, they actually took a woman's behavior seriously and glared coldly at one of their own. Zhang Tie could not help feeling deeply disappointed in them.
But Zhang Tie knew there was nothing to be done about it. The old master had eleven children, and the next generation of those children—especially his uncles—had mostly taken more than one wife. There were at least fifty or sixty people of Zhang Tie's generation. Among them were outstanding figures like Zhang Su, who had managed to make a name for himself even in Hidden Dragon Hall, and naturally there were also a few shallow-minded fools.
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