Before becoming ice, the ice cube was a bowl of sewage.

Zhou Siyu tidied her hair, then kicked open the rickety wooden door. The old, dilapidated door creaked open.

Zhou Qi didn't send anyone to guard him, because there was no need. Zhou Siyu was terrified of him and dared not disobey his orders; he did whatever he was told.

But the Zhou Siyu of today is not the Zhou Siyu of the past; he is now Niu Gulu Siyu.

When the maid who brought the food to the attic saw the young master standing at the door with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a doll's neck with a half-smile, she stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds.

How could the timid and cowardly "young master" possess such a powerful aura?

"It's 3:40 PM now. Lunch time is 12:00 PM. You're a full three hours and forty minutes late."

Zhou Siyu patted her sleeves, her childish voice contradicting her overall aura.

Ugh, why does his voice sound like that? It's so intimidating!

Without explanation, the servant walked past Zhou Siyu and casually threw the bowl on the ground, spilling half of the thin porridge inside.

"The punishment the master gave you is two weeks of confinement. If I remember correctly, young master, you should be inside right now."

The servant was a confidant of Zhou Qi's most trusted steward, a child in his teens who had completely learned the steward's shrewdness and hypocrisy.

However, given Zhou Siyu's awkward position, even without Zhou Qi's special instructions, he wouldn't have an easy time in this family.

In the past, Zhou Siyu would not have dared to breathe loudly, for fear that he would hit her.

But now, Niu Gulu Siyu will not allow anyone to act disrespectfully in front of him!

Therefore, Zhou Siyu threw down the doll and climbed onto a small platform with both hands and feet, just level with the servant.

The little hand, red from the cold, beckoned to the maid, who, puzzled, walked up to him.

"Smack!"

The sound of the slap was particularly loud in the cramped attic. Zhou Siyu rubbed his numb hands and said in a childish voice, "Even if the Zhou family is not good, it is still a big family. No matter how unimportant I am, I am still the young master of the Zhou family. Who do you think you are? Who gave you the right to lecture me?"

The maid, incredulous, stared wide-eyed, covered her face, and loudly retorted, "I..."

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Zhou Siyu waved his hand, interrupting the servant, with an expression that said, "I'm teaching you." "The education of the young masters and young ladies of the Zhou family is handled by specialized private tutors. Aren't all those tutors learned scholars? Where do you, an illiterate handyman, rank? Won't people laugh at you if word gets out? You may not care about your reputation, but the Zhou family does."

Zhou Siyu didn't give the servants a chance to speak, and spoke fluently and endlessly, starting with personal responsibilities, talking about family stability, then family development, extending to social harmony, and ending with the maintenance of a splendid civilization, leaving the servants completely bewildered.

"Did you understand? Do you know what to do?"

Zhou Siyu spoke until his throat was dry. He sat on the table, swinging his short legs. Seeing the servant's bewildered look, he sighed, looking like a "hopeless case," and waved his hand knowingly, "Since you don't understand, then you have to do it."

"Come on, carry me downstairs." Zhou Siyu reached out and patted the maid's face, his expression turning stern. "What? Don't you want the Zhou family to prosper and society to be harmonious and stable?"

"No, no, no."

The servant waved his hands repeatedly, saying he wouldn't wear such a high hat.

"Then what are you standing there for?" Zhou Siyu stretched out his hand again, and said impatiently, "With your IQ, only I am willing to give you some pointers. If you were in someone else's house, you would have been kicked out long ago."

The maid hurriedly picked up Zhou Siyu and patted his shoulder so he could lean on her.

"Not bad, not so stupid as to be beyond redemption."

Zhou Siyu nodded approvingly, it seemed that all those years of giving speeches at conferences had not been in vain.

He had already made up his mind. Since he was in an illusion anyway, he just needed to enjoy himself. Even if time really did reverse, he wouldn't let himself be bullied like he used to.

He will rebel! He will rewrite the past!