Chapter 28

After finishing his meal, Ye Lingchen transferred the 2,000 yuan living allowance he had to Lu Yijin. He wanted to save the remaining money for some milk tea. Lu Yijin looked at him in confusion, "Ye Chenchen, what are you doing?"

"It's living expenses. I can't eat and drink for free."

"No, no, I'll transfer it back to you. You won't be able to eat much anyway." Lu Yijin said as he was about to transfer the money back to him.

Ye Lingchen snatched his phone away and stared at Lu Yijin with his head tilted. "Are you sure I didn't eat much?"

The two of them ate together, and he ate much more than Lu Xiaojin. Ye Lingchen threatened: "If you turn it back to me, I will be angry."

Lu Yijin finally accepted it. Meng Zhanyang saw that this was okay, so he immediately took out 800 yuan and said, "Lu Yijin, I'll also pay for my living expenses. Can I eat with you?"

Just as Lu Yijin was about to reach out his hand, Ye Lingchen stopped him. He stretched out his hand towards Meng Zhanyang, and Meng Zhanyang immediately put a few big red banknotes into Ye Lingchen's hand. He looked at Ye Lingchen with hope, and his eyes were full of "Is this okay?"

Ye Lingchen didn't retract his holding hand. He waved it towards Meng Zhanyang twice, "Hmm?"

Meng Zhanyang took out his last big red banknote with a painful look on his face, "Can't you leave me a hundred as pocket money?"

Lu Yijin interrupted and said, "Ye Chenchen gave two thousand."

Meng Zhanyang handed over the last bill with a look of reluctance. Ye Lingchen reached out to take it, but Meng Zhanyang held onto a corner and refused to let go. The two of them tugged at it for a few seconds, and Ye Lingchen hummed, "You don't want to eat anymore?"

Meng Zhanyang then reluctantly let go of her hand, "My one thousand yuan, it's all gone on the first day..."

Ye Lingchen gave the three hundred yuan he had earned to Meng Zhanyang, "This little bit of living expenses of yours is definitely not enough to cover your food for even half a month. When you earn your living expenses in the future, remember to give them to our Lu Xiaojin. From now on, the job of washing dishes will all belong to you~"

"Why am I the only one washing and you don't?!" Meng Zhanyang looked at Ye Lingchen in shock.

Ye Lingchen's calculations were clattering. His wife Lu Xiaojin was reluctant to let him wash the dishes, so of course he had to find a helper to do it. His wife's master was so aloof that he definitely wouldn't wash the dishes alone. Since they were all family, of course he had to choose an outsider. It just so happened that Meng Zhanyang was quite suitable.

Ye Lingchen leaned weakly on Lu Yijin's shoulder, "Lu Xiaojin, he asked me to wash the dishes."

Lu Yijin immediately pushed the money over and said, "Ye Chenchen is still a patient, and you actually want him to wash the dishes. I don't want your money. I don't want it."

Meng Zhanyang saw that this was impossible. He couldn't even afford to order takeout for a few meals with his living expenses, and he couldn't cook. "I'll wash it, I'll wash it, okay? Brother, you're my eldest brother, take the money quickly, or it will be blown away by the wind."

Meng Zhanyang forcefully stuffed the only 800 yuan he had left into Lu Yijin's hand. He could see that Lu Yijin would listen to Ye Lingchen.

[Brother, can’t you have some backbone, hahaha~]

[Whose guest is so poor that he doesn't even have a dime? Oh, it turns out to be my brother! ]

[Be tough and starve yourself to death, you dog head~]

Jing Jianchen on the side silently watched as the child, like a cunning little fox, easily captured Meng Zhanyang and even found a strong laborer for the two of them. Unexpectedly, the little guy was not stupid.

After eating, Ye Lingchen strolled upstairs to rest, and Jing Jianchen also went upstairs after finishing his coffee.

As soon as Ye Lingchen went upstairs, he threw himself on his bed and played games, while Jing Jianchen leaned on the edge of the bed and flipped through a book.

Ye Lingchen was wandering around in the game like a bandit. Without Meng Zhanyang's protection, he frequently gave away kills to the opponent, which made his teammates so angry that they started to curse him through the microphone.

Ye Lingchen cursed back without giving in. After playing games with Meng Zhanyang for a whole morning, Ye Lingchen's vocabulary had greatly improved. He was no longer the little prince who could only say "outrageous". He was now Niu Hulu Chen.

"Silly bastard, you little idiot, I can play with you however I want."

Jing Jianchen looked up at Ye Lingchen in surprise. This was the first time he had heard Ye Lingchen swear in all the time he had lived with him. He put down his book and walked over. "Ye Lingchen, stop swearing."

"Why can't I say it? Meng Zhanyang said it." Ye Lingchen was having a great time and didn't even raise his head.

Well, now Jing Jianchen knew how his child learned to swear in just one morning. It turned out that it was Meng Zhanyang, that second-generation rich kid, who taught him. He silently made a note of Meng Zhanyang in his heart.

"Don't swear anymore, you hear me?"

"If he scolds me, I will scold him back." Ye Lingchen said unconvincedly. He was a prince after all. What was wrong with a few simple scoldings? If someone had been disrespectful to him in the past, he would have been exiled to the prairie to herd sheep by his brother.

[Wow, Brother Chen looks like a teacher~]

【Teacher Chen, please teach me a lesson! 】

[I'm dying of laughter! Ye Chenchen has learned to swear. Hahaha~]

[This isn't that simple, just give him a beating (No!)]

"They have no manners, so you should have no manners too." Jing Jianchen saw that he was teaching this little thing a lesson, but the little guy was so focused on playing games that he didn't even raise his head.

Jing Jianchen walked over and turned off the cameras and microphones in the room. The kid deserved a lesson.

【Huh? It's off again!!】

[What are you two doing? Brother Chen won't do anything, will he?]

[What are you thinking? Even good friends wouldn't hit others, right?]

[As soon as they turned on the lights, I couldn't control my thoughts! ]

Ye Lingchen was still chattering with netizens, unaware that danger was quietly approaching. Jing Jianchen stood beside his bed and watched the boy quietly finish the game. During this time, he heard various Chinese curses, including but not limited to classic Chinese curses such as "wocao" and "shapi", and occasionally "xiba".

Very good, Jing Jianchen felt his fists were hardened. Of course, he wanted to beat up that guy Meng Zhanyang first, and then teach his kid a lesson.

Ye Lingchen happily threw his phone aside after receiving the defeat, "My teammates are rubbish."

As soon as he turned over, he met the deep eyes of Jing Jianchen beside him. Ye Lingchen shuddered with fright. This look was not good!

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Ye Lingchen, have you forgotten everything I taught you before?"

Ye Lingchen shook his head honestly, "No, I haven't forgotten."

"Get up and copy the Analects for an hour."

"Master, I'm sleepy and I want to sleep." Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Lingchen wanted to hide.

"Get up." Jing Jianchen looked at the person on the bed coldly.

Ye Lingchen returned to being dominated and controlled by his tutor in the palace. When his tutor was nice to him, he would pamper him to the sky, but when he was strict with him, he would spank him with the little ruler without mercy.

Ye Lingchen quickly got up from the bed and sat at the small desk. Jing Jianchen gave him a copy of the Analects of Confucius. Ye Lingchen took a pen and started copying it on the notebook. He held the pen in his hand and used the standard brush holding posture.

He began to write on the paper in a strange way. It was more like drawing than writing, and the strokes were as stiff as straight wooden sticks.

Jing Jianchen also noticed this pen-holding posture, "Can't write?"

"Master, this pen doesn't work. Do you have a brush? No, no, no, can we not write if we don't have anything to say?"

"Wait."

Jing Jianchen used his living expenses to buy a set of brushes at a nearby stationery store. He wanted to buy expensive ones, but his funds were limited so he could only buy a set of about 500 yuan. It seemed that he would have to get up early every day to run and punch in to earn a living.

He didn't know whether Ye Lingchen really only knew how to write with a brush, but he would be satisfied if the child spoke.

Jing Jianchen returned soon. Ye Lingchen was lying on the small desk, fiddling with his phone. He had also unlatched the camera and was chatting with netizens. "No more, no more. Jing Jianchen is back!"

[Ah~ I didn't expect Teacher Jing to be so strict with Ye Chenchen~]

[So funny, Ye Chenchen was punished for swearing, hahaha~]

Jing Jianchen spread the brushes and various tools he had bought on the table for Ye Lingchen and said, "Write."

"Jing Jianchen, you agreed on an hour. It's not that I didn't write, but you went out to buy a brush. That time should also be counted."

"OK."

When Ye Lingchen finally started copying the Analects, he finished it in half an hour.

Jing Jianchen sat beside him and watched Ye Lingchen copying the book like a class teacher. Ye Lingchen picked up the brush and started writing on the paper. The "Analects of Confucius" he gave Ye Lingchen was in traditional Chinese characters, with simplified Chinese characters and annotations at the bottom. Ye Lingchen wrote directly on the traditional Chinese characters.

Moreover, his regular script was very elegant, graceful and handsome, with smooth strokes and very particular transitions. Jing Jianchen had been learning calligraphy since he was young, and he could tell at a glance that Ye Lingchen had been writing with a brush for at least ten years.

Jing Jianchen didn't expect that Ye Lingchen's calligraphy was so good. Not to mention that he had been learning calligraphy since he was a child and could not compare to Ye Lingchen, even some elders from scholarly families might not be able to compare to him. He didn't know how many surprises the child had in store for him.

[Wow, Ye Chenchen's calligraphy is so good!]

[Oh my god, I didn't expect that I would become a fan of such a talented person. ]

[Wow, his writing is so beautiful. I've practiced for a long time but it still looks like a dog crawling.]

[Awesome! I think my calligraphy is even better than the one my tutor teaches me!]

There were many elderly uncles and aunts in Ye Lingchen's live broadcast split screen. Seeing Ye Lingchen copying books so well, they were as proud as if he were their own child.

Ye Lingchen looked at his watch and saw that an hour had passed. He immediately put down the brush in his hand and said, "Jing Jianchen, my hands are sore."

"Go and have a rest. Remember not to swear in the future. If you swear again, you will have to continue copying for another hour." Jing Jianchen said as he carefully put away the calligraphy on the desk.

Ye Lingchen lay on the bed, "What if someone scolds me?"

"Just think of it as a dog barking. If a dog bites you while you're walking on the road, would you bite the dog back?"

"It's not impossible if I really want to." Ye Lingchen muttered.

Jing Jianchen looked over, and Ye Lingchen quickly changed his words, "I'll let my dog ​​bite him!"

"Go to sleep."

"Oh." After being lectured for an hour, Ye Lingchen calmed down and stopped playing games. He obediently pulled the quilt over and prepared to go to sleep. He yawned and recited, "I examine myself three times a day: what do I eat in the morning, what do I eat at noon, and what do I eat in the evening. Hehehe~"

Jing Jianchen shook his head helplessly. This little thing only thinks about eating every day. There is still one thing that has not been dealt with yet. Meng Zhanyang has led his friends astray. He said he would beat him up and he was not just talking.