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Rong Xi reached out to stroke the golden hair, his voice low and gentle. "I have something to do. Let go."

Golden Lucky grinned foolishly, yet did not release him.

At the city gate, he had been steeped in despair. But when he saw Rong Xi watching him with a gentle, kindly face, he figured he must be a good-hearted person and desperately begged for help.

He had gambled that his luck was not bad, and he had truly encountered a kind master.

A dark gleam flashed through Qin Ke's eyes. He abruptly stepped forward, his expression grave, and forcefully rescued Rong Xi's sleeve from Golden Lucky's grip. Lowering his head, he looked down at him coldly.

Perhaps his gaze was too icy. Golden Lucky could not help shrinking back, fear showing faintly on his face.

"Zishi, take him to wash up later," Rong Xi instructed, then left the room for the kitchen.

Before long, the food was set upon the table, and Golden Lucky had also cleaned himself up.

Rong Xi, Qin Ke, and Rong Lian ate together, while Golden Lucky was dragged into the kitchen by Liu Zishi to eat.

The abundance of the meal brought a few tears to Golden Lucky's eyes.

He swore that even if beaten to death, he would never leave his young master!

After the meal, Rong Lian returned to his room to read.

Rong Xi had intended to go to the study, but seemed to remember something and turned around—only to bump into Qin Ke, who was right behind him.

His brow struck Qin Ke's chin. Rong Xi quickly stepped back and covered his forehead, while Qin Ke felt some pain, though such a trifling ache was beneath notice to him.

What worried him was Rong Dalang's fair, tender skin.

He loosely