Xie Zhuzhou had only gone to pour a glass of water when he returned to find Chu Yanzhang holding the little panda again.
"You like it that much? I'll buy you something even more fun next time."
Chu Yanzhang shook his head. "One is enough."
Xie Zhuzhou noticed that he looked good, had a healthy complexion, and even had rosy lips.
"My birthday is in a few days, would you like to come to the party?" Xie Zhuzhou knew that the occasion wasn't very appropriate, but since Chu Yanzhang was his only friend, he definitely had to invite him.
The Marquis's family had only held a grand celebration for him once before, when he turned one year old, and hadn't done so since. After all, the Marquis's family had many brothers and sisters, and not everyone had the opportunity to have one. He was lucky because he met the old Marquis who liked him.
"Is it okay? I want to go." Chu Yanzhang looked up in surprise, a sweet smile playing on his lips. "I already prepared a gift for you, and there's something else I want to tell you."
Xie Zhuzhou was struck by his smile and couldn't help but cover his chest, thankful that Chu Yanzhang couldn't see it. He finally understood how those people online felt when they saw a sweet girl.
The puppy you find yourself is always cuter than someone else's.
"What is it? You mean you're the son of the Chu Family? I already know that."
Chu Yanzhang was taken aback upon hearing this, but quickly shook his head, "It's not that, actually I..."
"Jingle--"
The doorbell rang, Xie Zhuzhou went to open the door. He paused for a moment when he saw Wu Chang, and asked in confusion, "Aren't you a caregiver in Country D? Does your caregiver business operate internationally?"
Wu Chang had not received any news that Mr. Xie would be coming today. How could he explain why Wen Shuming was his cousin, while he was the caregiver?
"My hometown is in China, and I was thinking of resigning when my boss no longer needed me."
Xie Zhuzhou glanced at the tall, strong caregiver who looked like he could kill a bull but was actually quite useless, and his eyes revealed a suspicious look.
Wu Chang: "..."
"Um, since you're here, do I not need to help anymore? I'll head back now?"
"Ask Little Yan."
Chu Yanzhang frowned slightly, feeling an itch in his hands, and a strong urge to deduct his employees' wages.
Chu Yanzhang tightened his grip on the panda's ears slightly, but smiled and said, " Brother Wu, you can go back now. I'll call you if I need any help."
Feeling a chill creep down his back, Wu Chang quickly nodded and retreated towards the stairwell as fast as the wind.
Chu Yanzhang had just managed to muster the emotions to tell Rongxuan everything, but when Wu Chang rang the doorbell, he was completely at a loss for words and dared not speak.
After all, Rongxuan is usually serious and doesn't smile much. What if he gets angry? How can you appease him?
Even if Rongxuan hides for a moment, he can't find him; he's still a useless blind man for the time being.
While Chu Yanzhang hesitated, Xie Zhuzhou had also been waiting for a while when he heard his elder brother call to say that someone from home had arrived and that he should come back quickly.
When Xie Zhuzhou returned home, he saw that the seemingly gentle Master Elder Ji, was holding a golden nanmu cane. Upon seeing him return, his eyes immediately turned sharp, as if he wanted to draw the cane and hit him.
Ji Wuqiu sat opposite the coffee table, brewing tea for the old man. Xie Zhuzhou seemed to see his father add some bitter tea to the tea; his hand moved so fast that almost no one noticed.
Xie Zhuzhou: "..."
"You're back?" The old man's voice was authoritative, carrying the oppressive aura and imposing presence of the Ji Family head.
The old man cut to the chase, saying in an unquestionable tone, "You shouldn't pursue the Chu Family's affairs any further."
Xie Zhuzhou chuckled. He sat down next to his father, picked up the sour lemon next to him, and squeezed some juice into it while the old man's eyesight was poor and he wasn't looking.
He said in a lazy voice, "My surname is Xie, not Ji, so why should I listen to you?"
Master Elder Ji glared angrily, slamming his cane on the ground, and the living room fell silent the next second.
He gritted his teeth, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. His face seemed to crack instantly; spitting out the tea was wrong, and drinking it was wrong too.
But with Ji Wuqiu and his four sons sitting there, he could only suppress his nausea and drink it down to maintain his dignity.
Ji Wangyun and Ji Wangyan stood behind their father, their heads aching from trying so hard to suppress their laughter.
Master Elder Ji: "When you gave me those things last time, why didn't you mention your surname was Xie?!"
"I'm begging you to give it to me. Besides, I gave all those things to my father, and doesn't he have your surname?" Xie Zhuzhou had no respect for the elderly or care for the young, and he wasn't afraid of angering the old man to death at all.
As expected, Master Elder Ji was so angry that his face turned red, and his expression seemed extremely ferocious and uncomfortable. Upon seeing this, the old housekeeper who had come with him immediately took out his usual medicine and fed it to him.
"In short, no one is to pursue the Chu Family's affairs any further." He shook his cane again.
Out of the corner of his eye, Xie Zhuzhou saw his father pour another cup of tea for the old man and gently push it towards him. Damn it, his father was doing this in such a serious setting—wasn't he just trying to make him burst out laughing?
"Fine, then I'll hire someone to beat you up, and then my great-grandfather will appear in my father's dream, asking him to persuade you not to hold it against him. Would you agree to that?"
Master Elder Ji gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Ji Wuqiu: "... Look at the good son you've raised! Sharp-tongued, disrespectful to elders, and insubordinate!"
Ji Wuqiu frowned and honestly replied, "I've only known Zhouzhou for a short time, how could it be my place to teach him?"
Master Elder Ji felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest.
Ji Wangchen gestured to the medical team to wait nearby, worried that the old man might die of anger at an inopportune time, especially since his younger brother's birthday was in a few days, which was considered unlucky.
"Look at the things he's saying! Didn't your teachers teach you to respect the elderly and care for the young when you were in school?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Zhuzhou showed no fear on his face. Instead, he retorted forcefully and sharply, "Age is not a shield. You are getting old and should know shame even more. Don't let disrespect for elders become a stain on your later years! Besides, you are using your status as an elder to force me and my father to compromise for outsiders. What do you mean by that? What, is the head of the Chu Family the son of your mistress?"
Ji Wuqiu and his sons were dumbfounded. Xie Zhuzhou's aura was as if he had lived in a large family for many years, and his eyes were full of humility and arrogance.
Master Elder Ji barely managed to suppress his anger, but when he heard the last two words, "concubine," his rage surged to the top of his head once more. How dare this brat insult the woman he had longed for but could not have!
His lips trembled, and he miraculously stood up, brandishing his cane to strike Xie Zhuzhou hard on the head. "You wild brat, you unfilial son! I'll beat you..."
The pupils of those around him suddenly contracted, as it seemed the stick was about to beat Xie Zhuzhou until his head bled profusely. However, the next moment, Xie Zhuzhou easily raised his left hand and grabbed the cane, holding it with one hand.
Before the old man could finish speaking, the fine golden nanmu walking stick began to crack with several unsightly fissures from end to end.