Chapter 25 The Fake Young Master's Dog Taming Guide (1) He dumped it like trash...
The sky was gloomy and overcast, with the gathering dark clouds resembling a giant ark, giving people an almost suffocating sense of awe.
A gentle breeze, carrying the moisture of summer, blew into the large courtyard. In the courtyard, a thin boy with his head down was walking slowly towards a small house on the other side. His hands and feet were slightly longer than those of a child his age, but he was not very fleshy. His high collarbones pushed up his clothes, creating two obvious bulges on his back, a clear sign of malnutrition.
He was wearing a faded school uniform covered in patches, and his slightly long hair covered his ears, obscuring his face. Not far away, several clean-cut boys in brand-name clothes were playing ball and laughing, their cheerful laughter making him seem even more gloomy and out of place.
Soon, one of the boys playing noticed him and said something to his companion. The next second, a soccer ball was thrown, hitting the boy squarely on the back. A dark stain was once again imprinted on the slightly yellowed white school uniform.
"Hey! Who are you from? Why don't you stop?"
Unexpectedly, the other party only stopped and glanced in their direction before quickening their pace and continuing to walk forward.
These young men were all from prominent families and had never been ignored before. Seeing this, they all gathered around.
One of them picked up the ball from the ground and walked over to the boy.
"I'm asking you a question! Are you a member of the Yan family or not? Judging from your appearance, are you some kind of illegitimate child who ran away from home?"
This was a joke that only happened within their circle, and as they spoke, they all laughed knowingly.
The boy slightly raised his head, revealing sinister eyes and brows that were previously hidden by his bangs. His appearance alone gave off an unsettling feeling.
The leader frowned impatiently and shoved him, "Hey, we've asked you so many questions, why aren't you answering a single one? Are you mute?!"
The boy did not resist when he was pushed, but stood stiffly in place.
Seeing his reaction, the young men from the surrounding aristocratic families also became intrigued and began to shove and push him.
"Are you a servant in the Yan residence? I've never seen you before."
"You haven't been speaking at all; is there something wrong with your vocal cords?"
"Dressed like that, could he be a beggar who came in here to beg? Hahaha!"
As the pushing and shoving continued, the situation quickly became difficult to control. Children of this age don't understand boundaries, let alone these people who are used to bullying others; they wouldn't be careful when they acted.
Soon, the boy's thin body collapsed onto the muddy ground, splashed with dirty water.
"Hey! Look at this!" The leader picked up a soccer ball covered in sewage and slammed it hard into the face of the man on the ground.
With a loud "thud," the soccer ball rolled to the ground, and the person who was hit was instantly covered in filth, with bright red blood flowing from his nose and the corner of his mouth, clearly visible on his face covered in black mud.
He seemed a little stunned by the blow, and reached out to touch his nose, only to find his hand covered in bright red blood.
The boys, who were laughing heartily, didn't see the other's suppressed gaze suddenly turn sinister and ruthless. They scrambled to their feet, raised their fists, and swung them at the leader's face.
"ah!!!"
"That beggar's gone mad!"
The scene was chaotic for a while, but soon, the young men from noble families, taking advantage of their numbers, regained control of the boy.
However, that was not enough. The boy struggled frantically, unable to defend himself even with two people supporting him from behind. His eyes, bloodshot from the impact, were filled with fierce hatred as he shouted and tried to pounce on the person who threw the ball at him.
The other person was also enraged; no one had ever dared to treat him like this before. Covering his cheek, which was now black and blue, he snorted coldly and raised his other hand to slap the boy.
Before he could strike, the boy had already broken free of his restraints, opened his mouth and bit down hard on the boy's tiger's mouth, tearing off a piece of flesh.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" A piercing scream immediately echoed through the courtyard. He commanded the surrounding noblemen and the servants who had come to watch the commotion, "This beggar dared to bite me! Beat him! Beat him to death!"
The thugs immediately surrounded the boy and started punching him.
"You dare to bite Brother Pei? You're asking for death!"
"A beggar dares to resist! I'll beat you to death!"
At first, the boy tried to fight back, but when they saw him resist, the pampered and self-centered young masters became even more furious and soon began to punch and kick him more violently.
The thin boy fell to the ground again, the sounds of fists and boots hitting flesh echoing incessantly.
The servants of the Yan family stood on the periphery, looking at each other with a sense of helplessness and worry in each other's eyes. However, they were not worried about the boy on the ground, but rather about whether they would be implicated if someone really died.
Meanwhile, atop the high wall, behind a window with curtains drawn, a handsome boy with delicate features and a rosy complexion gazed into the distance, his clear, bright eyes conveying a thoughtful expression as he leisurely observed the scene.
Seeing his unmoved expression, some people couldn't sit still any longer.
[Host! If you don't go and tell them to stop, the male lead is really going to be beaten to death!!!]
The system's urgent, life-or-death voice rang in my mind.
The boy had no choice but to look away and slowly walk downstairs. Judging from the increasingly intense cursing, kicking, and fainter groans coming from the courtyard, someone would die before he even reached the bottom of the stairs.
The system then issued another "electric shock warning," and Fu Li clicked his tongue before quickening his pace.
The violence in the yard continued, and the blood-stained soil could be seen from afar.
A clear, melodious voice rang out---
"stop!"
"What are you all doing here?!"
After recognizing the voice, the young men from noble families hesitated and stopped, turning their heads to look at the source of the sound.
A neatly dressed young man stood beneath a European-style marble building. His beautiful face was adorned with exquisite features, and his skin was fair and delicate. Every gesture he made exuded a lively and elegant beauty, like an angel descended from heaven, pure and untouched.
Everyone recognized the newcomer—it was Yan Fuli, the young master of the Yan family, the master of this place.
Ultimately, they were just guests, and the Yan family's wealth far surpassed that of any other family present. So the boys all stopped what they were doing and stood there waiting for him to speak.
Fu Li glanced at the boy on the ground, who was barely breathing, then swept her gaze over the others present and casually asked, "What's going on?"
A servant who witnessed the whole incident stepped forward and said, "Young master, there was a conflict here just now. These young masters beat up a servant."
They were the ones who started the fight, but they called it a "conflict".
That's how it is working in a wealthy family's mansion; you can't mess with anyone with a powerful family background, and you can only step on the people you can mess with.
"Oh?" Upon hearing that the one who was beaten was a servant of the Yan family, Yan Fuli seemed to take an interest in intervening. His gaze fell on the boy who was still curled up on the ground with his head in his hands. "Is he someone hired by the Yan family?"
The servant nodded: "Yes."
Upon hearing that they had attacked someone from the Yan family, the men visibly panicked and hurriedly explained, "This... he didn't say that. Besides, he just bit Brother Pei's hand."
The boy called Brother Pei raised his right hand as if displaying evidence of a crime. Blood was indeed dripping from the tiger's mouth, and the piece of flesh that had been bitten off was still in the boy's mouth.
He looked at Fu Li with a wronged expression, tears welling up in his eyes. "Young Master Yan, look at my hand, this huge wound was caused by him biting me!"
Fu Li's eyes flickered slightly. She thought that at the very least, she couldn't let her guest get hurt at the Yan family's house, so she instructed the servant, "Take Young Master Pei to have his wound treated."
The man surnamed Pei grinned and followed the servant, while the others, fearing they would be held responsible if they stayed behind, also went with him.
Finally, after the commotion faded away, only a thin boy, huddled in the mud, covered in dirt and blood, remained. He was still breathing shallowly, like a tenacious little wildflower that refused to give up.
Yan Fuli glanced at him briefly before looking away with a hint of disdain, and casually instructed, "Clean up the mud and remove his wounds, then bring him to the side hall."
The servants responded with a "yes" and hurriedly carried the person off the ground.
Half an hour later, the boy was changed into servant's clothes, his blood and mud washed off, and led into a side hall.
In fact, his legs were still trembling weakly, and the wounds under his clothes were throbbing faintly, but no one cared.
He was like a gift, simply wrapped and presented to the young master in clean packaging, so that the young master could ask questions and examine him.
Yan Fuli sat upright in a rattan triangular chair, his wrists elegantly resting on an exquisite round glass table beside him. One leg was crossed, and his black trousers outlined his beautiful leg shape. His soft black hair curled slightly on his forehead, and his demeanor was just like that of an aristocrat.
The young man entered and saw this scene, but his lifeless eyes showed no surprise whatsoever. He seemed completely oblivious to the young master's handsome elegance, his expression unmoved.
He walked in and stood there stiffly, like a mast. His face was expressionless, allowing others to scrutinize him.
After sizing her up, Yan Fuli cleared her throat and asked in a relatively gentle tone, "What's your name?"
The other person remained silent, like a stone. It wasn't until a servant kicked him that he endured the pain and said, "Jing Qibai."
Upon hearing the boy's name, a dark glint flashed in Yan Fuli's eyes.
Almost simultaneously, the boy, who was exceptionally sensitive to malice from the outside world due to his upbringing, suddenly raised his head—he clearly felt a strong killing intent emanating from the young master, aimed directly at him.
“Jing Qibai…” The young master’s eyes were deep and cold, as if he were savoring the name with amusement. His expression was unreadable as he continued, “Why haven’t I seen you in the manor before?”
The other man's broken lips twitched slightly. Before he could speak, the butler, Wang, who was standing to the side, introduced him: "This is Aunt Liu's son. After the couple died in a car accident some time ago, the master took it upon himself to take in Qi Bai. He will be living in the Yan residence from now on."
Upon hearing this, a ruthless killing intent resurfaced in Fu Li's eyes.
Jing Qibai keenly grasped this point. Having suffered abuse from her parents in the Jing family since childhood, Jing Qibai was extremely sensitive to everyone's emotions.
But this time, a hint of doubt flashed in his gloomy and indifferent eyes. It was their first meeting, so why was Young Master Yan acting so hostile towards him, as if there was some deep-seated hatred between them?
But he soon had an idea—probably like the group of scions of noble families he had just met, that people like him were an eyesore.
But this time he was wrong.
Author's Note: The second world, the "True and False Young Masters" chapter, has begun. There will be slices of the male lead appearing (and he actually gets to eat them!). Since it's a slice-and-sewn seme, please proceed with caution. However, there will be no group sex. In this world, Fu Li is still very vicious, and will treat the male lead like a dog in the middle; please do not read if you mind. Of course, in the end, the male lead will make up for everything on him, and the later part is still the fragrant little dark room.
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