Chapter 5 Chapter 5 He tilted his head slightly and observed Ye Xiuming...
On the way back, Ye Xiuming was visibly unhappy, but Su Ting ignored him and went to clean up his room. His house was a top-floor duplex with a total of five bedrooms. Su Ting chose a large bedroom for Ye Xiuming on the same floor as his own, and after choosing it, he began to arrange the bedding with unfamiliarity.
Seeing that he was busy with these things himself, the servant hurriedly took the dark gray quilt from his hand and said, "Let me do it, Mr. Su."
Su Ting went to the balcony of the master bedroom to make a phone call.
Ye Xiuming was sulking in the living room at this time, wondering why he couldn't save the girl. Damn adults, why do they always disappoint people?
As he was thinking, he quickly moved to the door of Su Ting's bedroom and accidentally heard Su Ting calling the police and reporting the exact address just now. Ye Xiuming's expression immediately softened a lot. He thought that Su Ting might indeed have his own difficulties and he was not a bad person in essence.
Just as he was about to push the door open, he heard Su Ting's sharp voice say, "Zhou Xubai, help me check Ye Xiuming's true background. I want to see whose rich young master he is."
Not knowing what Zhou Xubai replied, Su Ting continued, "Because he seems immune to money and appears too calm about everything around him."
Ye Xiuming's heart tightened, and he immediately understood what he meant. The next second, he was like a ruthless little devil, running and jumping around the mansion with arms outstretched, shouting at the starry night outside, "Wow! I've never seen such a beautiful view!"
He deliberately raised his voice very high and acted like a child, which really scared the servants in the house.
Hearing the sound, Su Ting pushed the door open and walked into the empty living room. He saw Ye Xiuming's arms moving up and down alternately, as if they had turned into his wings, carrying him to fly. A look of surprise inevitably appeared on Su Ting's face.
He tilted his head slightly, observing the natural stupidity in Ye Xiuming.
"Dad Su! So we're rich?!" Ye Xiuming continued to play dumb. He dragged his footstool to the window and sat down on the soft black leather. He jumped suddenly, "Ah! So the sofas are all real leather. Dad Su, how much money do you have?"
Su Ting frowned slightly, with that cold and gloomy look on his face again, and his eyes were indescribably dark.
"Let's make three rules, Ye Xiuming." Su Ting pointed to the sofa next to the coffee table, "Sit there."
"What do you mean by 'three rules'?" Ye Xiuming sat down obediently on the sofa facing Su Ting, holding his knees with his hands, looking at Su Ting with an ignorant and childish look, waiting for him to speak.
"First of all, I'm a bit nervous and afraid of noise, so I always speak softly at home. It's basic etiquette. Secondly... it's rude to ask someone else's worth. I hope you won't ask the same question to others in the future."
Su Ting had taken off his coat at this time, and was wearing an exquisite V-neck black wool cardigan over his white shirt. Under the cold overhead light, his face was pale and he looked very thin, but his temperament was also otherworldly.
The typical peach blossom eyes were full of ice.
Ye Xiuming was confused again. He was acting too much, which disgusted Su Ting. But he was a child abandoned by his parents and had no right to force everything to go his way. Living under someone else's roof, he had to abide by their rules.
He couldn't help but shed tears of sadness and lowered his head to Su Ting.
What made him even more sad happened late at night. The north wind was blowing violently that night, and the window frames were creaking, which made Ye Xiuming so scared that he hid in bed. When he could not bear it any longer and was about to go to Su Ting's bedroom to seek comfort, he inadvertently heard the voice of Su Ting making a phone call again.
"Zhou Xubai, help me find a etiquette teacher for Ye Xiuming. His school needs to be found as soon as possible."
The voice was so cold and icy that it accidentally pierced Ye Xiuming's heart.
He retreated back into the room dejectedly, looking up helplessly at the howling wind. Perhaps there was no such thing as perfection in this world. From the moment he was so hungry that he had to find someone to stay with, he had no choice.
"Why...why don't you want me...?"
The next day, Ye Xiuming woke up naturally with red and swollen eyes. He happened to run into Su Ting, who was packing up and getting ready to go out. Su Ting quickly glanced at his gray-blue autumn trousers, and a moment of confusion crossed his face. Seeing this, Ye Xiuming hurriedly explained, "I haven't had time to unpack my new clothes yet."
Su Ting adjusted his sleeves calmly, "I'm basically not at home during the day. At night, it depends on my mood. Someone will remind you to eat at the appointed time. The private tutor will be here in the afternoon, and you will officially start attending school next Monday."
With just a few words, he solved Ye Xiuming's life problem precisely. This was Su Ting's usual speed and efficiency. Just as he picked up his briefcase and prepared to leave, Ye Xiuming said with a look of loss: "But I'm afraid of being alone. Can I go to work with you?"
Su Ting pointed his eyes at the three servants behind him, his face as hard as stone: "The 'people' are right behind you. Remember, never disrupt other people's plans."
Ye Xiuming lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
It turns out that if you want to gain a foothold in this family, there are many rules to follow.
This luxurious yet lifeless residence was oppressive, with silent servants and strict rules. Things got even worse after the private tutor arrived in the afternoon.
The teacher was only in his early twenties, but he dressed like an elite. His clothes, hair, and even skin were all well-managed, with no flaws visible.
"My name is Shi Fangyi, what's your name?"
"Ye Xiuming." he said.
"Xiao Ye, I'll be teaching you basic social etiquette and family manners for the next few months. Oh, and also the etiquette for special occasions like weddings and funerals." Shi Fangyi smiled as he connected his laptop to the home projector. "To make learning less boring for you, Brother Fangyi has also prepared a lot of popular animations for you. You're sure to like them."
Ye Xiuming looked at the colorful projection and asked, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid?"
"I treated you like a ten-year-old kid," Shi Fangyi said, twisting the laser remote control pen with his long fingers. He opened it and flipped through dozens of pages of the courseware. After accurately finding the section on "family etiquette," he said, "it's also impolite to talk back."
Ye Xiuming was just about to say that he had been forced by his parents to learn these things, but he was frightened by the thought - he was a little afraid that Su Ting would follow the clues and find his parents who had abandoned him.
He couldn't let Su Ting know his background.
"Xiaoye, when someone talks to you, remember to respond. That's what a well-educated child should do." Shi Fangyi smiled generously. "Or else, if every flower of our motherland is like you, then is there any hope for our country?"
Ye Xiuming almost went up and bit his hand.
"Love is over!"
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