Losing a game isn't scary; what's infuriating is being tricked. This person was clearly a pro, yet they acted like an innocent little rabbit. It felt like her intelligence had been severely insulted.
then……
As Zhao Xiaoyue, who resembled a bully, approached Situ Ming step by step, Situ Ming retreated while feeling his way along the wall.
I accidentally went a little too far.
"I really don't know how. I just watched someone else play and learned it on the spot. I swear to God, it's true."
"Hehe, keep making this up."
"No, it's true. I just started learning. It's only about ten yuan, it's really not that big of a deal."
"Hehe, did I say it was about money?"
Seeing no way out, Zhao Xiaoyue cracked her knuckles and stretched her muscles. Situ Ming promptly begged for mercy, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, okay?"
Next, the fat boss heard...
"No, no, no..."
"Ahh! Meat, meat, meat, ah!"
"My leg is broken! Broken! It hurts so much!"
"I don't want the money anymore, I really don't want it anymore! Ah! My ear is off!"
"I'll give you an extra ten thousand, thirty thousand, thirty thousand!"
Zhao Xiaoyue blew a breath into Situ Ming's red ear and flicked it.
She grinned instantly, "Little brother, you're so good. Well then, I want to see my charming little darling within three months, or else, hmph!"
Situ Ming rubbed his arm and then his ear, and his voice trembled slightly as he listened to the sound.
He quickly replied, "No problem, no problem, but..."
"Smack!"
Zhao Xiaoyue received another slap on the arm and said angrily, "If you have something to say, just say it. Stop stammering, are you stuck in your throat?"
"I told you you can't get angry."
Zhao Xiaoyue hooked a stool with her foot, plopped down, and crossed her legs. "That depends on the situation."
Situ Ming reverted to his aloof young master self, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, gazing at Zhao Xiaoyue. "Would you be willing to grant me one request? Just one, but I don't know what it is yet."
Zhao Xiaoyue was speechless. "If you're willing, it's just a promise. As long as it's legal and moral, I have no objection."
The air suddenly became quiet, and there was a slight awkwardness.
Zhao Xiaoyue coughed twice and said, "Let's go, it's getting late."
Just then, the chubby boss walked by and said it was time to close.
The two walked out of the arcade. Zhao Xiaoyue walked ahead, kicking a small pebble as she went, and suddenly said, "Big brother, let me treat you to dinner!"
Situ Ming smiled and nodded, responding with a soft "Mm".
They walked into a rice noodle shop on the street, where the old tables, chairs and benches all spoke of a long-established brand.
There were both peddlers and laborers, and people dressed in suits and ties.
The two found an empty seat and ordered two bowls of slightly spicy rice noodles, with Zhao Xiaoyue paying the bill.
Situ Ming simply gazed at Zhao Xiaoyue, feeling as if the sun were shining on her, making her feel comfortable all over.
"Hey, why are you spacing out? What are you thinking about?"
Situ Ming blinked. "No. Where do you live? I'll go back with you before I go home."
"It's alright, you can go back now. My uncle and I are staying at a small inn, which is very close to here."
The two of them tacitly agreed that neither of them asked where the uncle was from, nor did they offer any explanation.
Judging from the intelligence and vision of this little girl, her uncle must be no ordinary person either.
He believed in the results of Yang Zhuo's investigation.
After finishing their meal, they agreed on a time to meet, and one headed east while the other headed west home.
When Liang Cheng returned from the exhibition, he saw Zhao Xiaoyue sitting in a rosewood armchair, writing something under her hand.
I took off my coat and hung it in the entryway, walked into the living room, and took a closer look. Goodness, it was fifth-grade math homework. I guess I'm still a student.
Look at that serious attitude, look at that handwriting, perfect regular script. It's hard to imagine that this is the same little kid who has been number one on the boxing list for half a year, the one who is intimidating people without the slightest fear.
Tsk tsk, Sixth Brother truly lives up to his name.
that is……
"What's wrong, Uncle Liang? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Zhao Xiaoyue continued writing her homework. She knew that a hundred-day holiday wouldn't be easy to approve. Less than half an hour after she got home, her homeroom teacher had a student from the same village bring her the homework.
The cunning teacher!
Liang Cheng sighed and replied lifelessly, "Nothing much, young master. Sixth Master said you would spend two months getting to know us, and you've done a pretty good job in less than four out of five days. I'm thinking about how to arrange the rest of the time."
Zhao Xiaoyue put down her pen, looked up with a half-smile, and said, "What, do you want me to stay at your posts for a whole month?"
"Uh, no, it's just..."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. The accounts from the uncles are very detailed, so I have nothing to add. Besides, how can you bear to let a child like me worry about this and that every day?"
"I can't bear it."
It wasn't that Liang Cheng and the others looked down on Zhao Xiaoyue; they were just used to listening to Master Pu. No matter what Master Pu said, the nine of them would obey unconditionally, as if it were an imperial edict!
Zhao Xiaoyue kept her head down and did her homework, saying, "What your sixth brother said is that I should do things appropriate for my age, otherwise I won't grow tall!"
A look of doubt appeared on Liang Chengjun's handsome face. Really? How come they didn't know?
Zhao Xiaoyue glanced at them, wondering how these people had managed to get to where they are today.
He shook his head, ignoring Liang Cheng, and continued doing his homework.
As the clock struck ten, the night sky was dotted with stars; without streetlights, it would be pitch black.
Situ Ming walked home through the darkness and under the cold night sky.
To be precise, it was the place where he and Steward Zhu were temporarily staying.
In Shanghai, everyone knows about the "Sangjing" villa area owned by the Wens Group, a place that even the wealthiest people might not be able to afford.
The scale and design of the villas are also among the best in the country.
Most of the residents are children of high-ranking officials and political figures, and the accommodations are provided free of charge by the Wens Group.
Wen Zhengtian, the founder of the Wen Group, is said to have participated in the war and was a division commander. He later "resigned from his official post and went into seclusion." He was among the first to go into business and, in just a few years, he controlled the economy of half the country.
The current chairman, Duan Peng, is said to be the youngest of Wen Zhengtian's bodyguards. He has followed Wen Zhengtian since childhood and has been with him ever since after retiring from the military.
Therefore, Wens is a force to be reckoned with in the business world, and is the leading company in maritime trade exports!
Situ Ming walked to the villa area. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Butler Zhu pacing anxiously back and forth. When he saw Situ Ming enter, Butler Zhu rushed towards him and said, "Master Wen is here. He has been waiting for you for two hours."
Situ Ming put on his slippers unhurriedly. "I know, don't be nervous."
Butler Zhu was visibly flustered. "Young Master, Master Wen looks really angry, you..."
Situ Ming gave a lukewarm "hmm".
Once he reached the third-floor study, he could go no further and could only watch anxiously.
Ever since he was brought back at the age of seven, he has been incredibly strict. If only the madam and the eldest son were still here, the young master wouldn't have to suffer so much.
Every time, the young master is covered in injuries. What kind of grandfather would be so heartless?
He was still an eleven or twelve-year-old child.
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