Chapter 4

Meatball hugged his head and shrank into a corner, turning his back to him and shouting loudly, "Oh dear! You're too mischievous! Why did you throw a kick without telling me first? Put your clothes on inside the room, I don't want to see anything I shouldn't!"

Meatball hugged his knees, half-concealing himself as he secretly turned his head to reveal half of his pink face...

His "fortune" seemed to have arrived a little too quickly.

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=.= Continuing to haul, the road is long and far ~ Looking back at the young master of back then, ah~~ This fellow is about to recover his memory, just thinking about it is terrifying

Chapter 5 Chapter Four

Zhu Bafu felt how innocent he was, never having expected that Unnamed Young Master's method of showing off his wealth and power would be so inhuman.

As it happened, at the time of the incident, he was pressed against the door listening to gossip. Although this trivial matter had nothing to do with him, humans always possessed an instinctive thirst for knowledge regarding the inside story of illicit affairs and incestuous romances. He was listening with rapt attention, in a daze, his sensitive and affectionate heartstrings tugged by the tragic romance-like lines in the boudoir, when as a result, the party involved, Unnamed Young Master, squatted nonchalantly at the door, glancing at him sideways.

"What's the situation inside?"

"Oh, it's a long story! If you want to know, press your ear up to listen too, listen!"

"Oh, no need. My character doesn't allow me to do such filthy and vulgar things."

"..." Then why the hell ask? Wasn't asking just as filthy and vulgar? And character, character? Bah! How much is character worth? If not for him, he wouldn't be squatting here losing his character! Sweeping his gaze up and down over him in annoyance, he continued to eavesdrop single-mindedly.

"How do you say I should show off my style?"

The lines were progressing to the exciting part, full of jealousy and femme fatales. He replied offhandedly and absentmindedly, "Whatever! A man has all the presence he needs once he has money! Lift your foot and kick the door down, book her for three months, and every single night will be yours—isn't that full of presence? But all of that requires silver to support it."

"Lift my foot and kick the door down?"

"That's right." He danced his brows excitedly. "Turn sideways, raise your leg, side kick, roundhouse kick, flying kick it out, oh my! That manly aura, it's incredible!"

The words had just fallen, and quicker than it takes to tell, a gust of leg swept by with a whoosh, accompanied by a bang.

Zhu Bafu was brushed by the magnificent leg wind and, along with the innocent door, was kicked imposing-style into the room.

Unnamed Young Master was still frozen outside in a stylish pose, his long leg held high, his ankle playfully rotating toward him. A nameless fire surged into Zhu Bafu's heart, and as he stood up to vent, the top of his head thumped against some man's chin.

"Oh dear!" With a dizzy head, he hugged his painful crown and pitched forward. Seeing himself about to crash headfirst into the floor, he closed his eyes in fright, waiting for the fierce pain to spread through his entire body. At that very moment, his waist was suddenly wrapped around by an arm and lifted upward gently, leaving his entire body suspended horizontally, floating lightly in midair.

"Is maintaining your balance in front of me really that difficult?"

The somewhat familiar, luxurious male voice made Zhu Bafu turn his head to look. The target of his love letter appeared before his eyes in astonishment. He leaned over, wrapping one arm around him as he was about to take a tumble, and with a slight exertion, made his spine press against his chest.

Li Chenjing... Why would he be in Liu Rongrong's boudoir? Could it be that he... he was also a patron of the courtesan? Hurriedly abandoning him after he fell into the lake, and then turning around to become a patron at a brothel? Ha! He was bound to be another good-for-nothing profligate son, taking advantage of his own biological father being the prime minister to act domineeringly, doing evil, and living a life of debauchery!

No, that wasn't right! The status distribution he had just heard at the door clearly indicated that the man was the pitiful one, constantly used by women as a shield, a tool for exploitation, a tool for venting lust, and so on...

Uh... His image of being sacred and inviolable didn't match up with a tool for venting lust at all.

Look, look, look—his brow furrowed again, his lips pressed tight again, his pupils deepened again...

"Get down."

"Huh? Eh?"

"How long is a grown man planning to linger on my body?"

"Hey, hey, hey?" Lowering his head, he realized for the first time that he had been frightened by the fall just now, and his entire body had reflexively latched onto Li Chenjing, stubbornly refusing to let go, clinging to him like a koala.

Two men embracing in a heap—how could this be proper etiquette?

Hastily loosening his hands, he simply treated Li Chenjing like a pole, sliding down from his body smoothly, landing on the ground, clapping his hands, and lifting his brows triumphantly. As long as he didn't fall flat on his face, his mood was completely different.

Huh? The woman lifting her skirt to hide on the bed over there was the courtesan Liu Rongrong? The midnight candlelight was too enchanting, making it impossible to see clearly like this! He had originally thought that a beauty normally requiring money to see was something he could visit for free today; true to form, there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world—since he wasn't paying, the beauty couldn't hide from him fast enough. Huh? Bare white neck? Smooth back and arms? She... wasn't dressed properly? The two of them... weren't just having an illicit affair, but also playing passionately?

How could Unnamed Young Master accept that?

"You, you guys... How can you... be so mischievous." Too lacking in discipline and order.

Zhu Bafu stared at Li Chenjing with tinted glasses, inspecting him up and down continuously, shaking his head at his outrageous behavior. To think that the Dongxu Mansion student praised to the skies in the streets and alleys, who was just one imperial decree away from soaring to success and serving directly by the emperor's side—the prime minister's son—led a private life this unsightly! Well, that wasn't even the main point; the real point was...

Zhu Bafu cast a worried retrospective glance at Unnamed Young Master, who was standing at the door without stepping in.

The pitiful, infatuated young master must be suffering agonizing twists in his heart. This blow couldn't possibly be small. If at this moment it had only been some pot-bellied, ignorant old squire seizing his woman, his mood surely would have been vastly different! He could have rushed forward with the heroic spirit of saving a damsel in distress and pinned the fat man defiling the beauty to the ground for a good beating. But fate did not go as wished, and standing in Liu Rongrong's boudoir, caught red-handed in the room, happened to be a dashing young gentleman with an elegant bearing, a jade-like handsome face, boundless prospects, full of learning and talent, the top scholar of the official academy Dongxu Mansion. And most importantly of all...

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