Fourth Chapter

Meatball hugged his head, cowering in the corner with his back to him as he shouted, "Oh my! You're far too mischievous! How could you kick first without telling me? Everyone in the room, put your clothes on, put them on! I don't want to see anything I shouldn't!"

Meatball hugged his knees and stealthily turned his head, half-hiding his face as he revealed half of his flushed cheeks...

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

A word from the author:

=.= Still moving things over. The road ahead is long and winding~ Looking back at Young Master from those days, ah~~ This guy is almost recovered his memories. Just thinking about it is terrifying.

Fourth Chapter

Zhu Bafu felt utterly innocent. Never had he imagined that the Unnamed Young Master's way of showing off his wealth and power would be so outrageously brutal.

At the time of the incident, he had been pressed against the door, listening to gossip. Although this had not the slightest thing to do with him, humans always possessed an instinctive thirst to learn the inside story of affairs and illicit romances. He had been listening with great relish, though completely lost in a fog, when the lines in the boudoir—

Torturous love

-like dialogue had tugged at his sensitive, sentimental heart. As a result, the Unnamed Young Master, the person involved, had squatted indifferently at the doorway, giving him a sidelong glance.

"What's the situation inside?"

"Oh, it's a long story! If you want to know, put your ear here and listen yourself. Go on, listen!"

"Oh, no need. My principles don't allow me to do something so filthy and depraved."

"..." Then why the hell had he asked? Wasn't asking just as filthy and depraved? And what principles? Bah! How much could principles be worth? If not for him, Zhu Bafu wouldn't be squatting here disgracing himself either! He cast him an annoyed once-over, then continued listening intently.

"What should I do to show my grandeur?"

The dialogue had just reached the exciting part, with jealousy and a femme fatale involved. Absentmindedly, he answered offhand, "Whatever! Once a man has money, he'll have all the presence he needs! Kick the door down, keep her for three months, and make every night yours. Wouldn't that be impressive? Of course, all that needs silver to back it up."

"Kick the door down?"

"Exactly." His brows danced as he gestured animatedly. "Turn sideways, raise your leg, then side-kick, roundhouse-kick, flying-kick it open. Ooh! That manly spirit—now that's something else!"

The instant his voice fell, before anyone could react, a gust of leg wind swept over with a whoosh, followed by a bang.

Zhu Bafu was swept along by that wonderful leg wind and, together with the innocent door, was kicked into the room with impressive force.

The Unnamed Young Master froze stylishly outside the door, one long leg held high, his ankle even cheekily swiveling at Zhu Bafu. A nameless fury surged through Zhu Bafu. He rose, about to explode, only for the top of his head to smack with a clang against some man's chin.

"Ow!" His head spun. Clutching his throbbing crown, he pitched forward. Seeing that he was about to land headfirst on the floor, he shut his eyes in terror, waiting for excruciating pain to spread through his body. Just then, an arm suddenly wrapped around his waist and lifted him lightly. His entire body swung sideways, floating weightlessly in midair.

"Is it really so difficult for you to keep your balance in front of me?"

The gorgeous male voice sounded vaguely familiar. Zhu Bafu turned his head to look and was stunned to see the target of the love letter appear before him. Leaning forward, the man held him with one arm as he was about to topple over. With a little exertion, he pressed Zhu Bafu's back against his chest.

Li Chenjing... How had he ended up in Liu Rongrong's boudoir? So he... was also the Courtesan's favored guest? After hurriedly tossing Zhu Bafu, who had fallen into the lake, aside, he had turned around and come to the brothel to play the patron? Hah! He must be another useless, spoiled young master, relying on his father being the Prime Minister to act high-handedly, run wild, and revel in wine and women!

No, that wasn't right. From what he had heard at the door about how the positions were divided, it was clearly the man who was more pitiful, constantly being used by the woman as a shield, a tool, and an outlet for lust...

Er... That sacred, inviolable facade of his was so utterly incompatible with being an outlet for lust.

Look, look—his brows had furrowed again, his lips had pursed again, and his eyes had grown deep and profound again...

"Get down."

"Huh? Uh?"

"How long are you planning to cling to me, a grown man?"

"Eh eh eh?" Looking down, he only then realized that after being frightened by the fall, his entire body had instinctively latched onto Li Chenjing, refusing to let go no matter what. He was clinging to him like a koala without a tail.

Two men embracing each other like that—what sort of propriety was this?

He quickly released his hands, simply treating Li Chenjing as a pole and sliding down him. Once he landed, he clapped his hands and smugly raised his brows. Not having fallen flat on his face made all the difference to his mood.

Huh? Was that woman over there, lifting her skirt and hiding on the bed, the Courtesan Liu Rongrong? The candlelight at midnight was far too bewitching; it was impossible to see clearly like this! He had originally thought that a beauty one normally had to pay to see would be available for his free viewing today. Sure enough, there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. He had not paid, so the beauty was doing everything she could to hide from him. Eh? Her bare, pale neck? Her smooth back and arms? She... wasn't fully dressed? The two of them... weren't merely having an affair—they were even indulging in passionate play?

How could the Unnamed Young Master possibly accept this?

"You, you two... how can you be so mischievous..." You're far too unruly.

With a lecherous gaze, Zhu Bafu repeatedly looked Li Chenjing up and down, shaking his head at the man's outrageous behavior. So the Academy Student of Dongxu Mansion, the Prime Minister's Son who only needed the imperial brush to appoint him before rising straight to the clouds and accompanying the imperial carriage, lived such a disgraceful private life! Mm, that wasn't the important part. The truly important thing was...

Zhu Bafu worriedly glanced back at the Unnamed Young Master, who was standing outside the door without stepping inside.

Poor lovesick Young Master. His heart must be twisting in agony. This blow was no small matter. If the one who had stolen his woman were merely a fat, bloated, ignorant old squire, wouldn't he feel entirely differently? He could charge forward with the heroic spirit of rescuing a beauty and pin the fat bastard who had defiled her to the floor for a thorough beating. But Heaven refused to grant his wish. Instead, the one caught in Liu Rongrong's boudoir was a graceful young man: elegant in bearing, handsome as jade, with boundless prospects and a belly full of learning, the leading scholar of Dongxu Mansion, the Academy of Personnel and Works. And most importantly...