Chapter 45
Chapter 2
The time when Song Zhehao traveled through time happened to be when Song Zhentian wanted to pass on his skills to Song Zhehao, but Song Zhehao planned to escape and refused to accept.
Song Zhentian was preparing to pass on his skills, so he sent his servant to take Song Zhehao to the meeting hall of Yubi Villa and tell him about the transfer of skills.
When the Jade Face Kung Fu is being passed on, one must go into seclusion seven days in advance, abstaining from alcohol, meat, and other pungent foods, and keeping a clear mind and few desires.
Song Zhehao was originally studying in a private school. Song Zhentian asked him to go home quickly, firstly because he wanted to discuss the matter with him, and secondly because he wanted him to be prepared.
In the original plot, the original owner naturally refused and tried his best to shirk the matter, but Song Zhentian had made up his mind, and no matter how much Song Zhehao said, it was in vain.
After giving up, Song Zhehao might have accepted Song Zhentian's arrangement calmly if Song Zheming had not secretly let him go.
Song Zhehao was unwilling, but the one who was even more unwilling was Song Zheming.
At this time, in the meeting hall of Yubi Villa, Song Zhentian said this and asked Song Zhehao not to go out for the next few days, to prepare to go into seclusion for seven days, and then to accept the inheritance of the Jade Face Skill.
As soon as these words were spoken, Song Zheming's face was filled with panic, while Song Zheming's mother, Lai Xiujuan, stared at Song Zheming nervously.
The mother and son looked as if they wanted to rush over and stop Song Zhentian from saying this.
After Song Zhentian finished speaking, he took a sip of tea and asked calmly, "Zhe'er, what father meant, do you have any other opinions?"
As soon as these words came out, Song Zheming immediately looked at Song Zhehao nervously. The look of longing, the eager anticipation, the complex expression of envy and jealousy, all revealed what he was thinking.
Song Zhehao deliberately glanced at Song Zheming with a smug look, and said in a cheerful tone, "Since it's the father who makes the decision, of course the son agrees."
Hearing Song Zhehao agree so readily, Song Zhentian felt that his efforts were not in vain, so he nodded with satisfaction.
Song Zhentian was happy, but some people were not happy.
Originally, Song Zheming had known for a long time that Song Zhehao was unwilling to accept the inheritance. He was so resistant to learning martial arts in the past, so why did he accept it willingly now?
Seeing that the thing he had been thinking about day and night was about to be taken away by someone else, the last bit of suppression that Song Zheming had been holding on to collapsed.
Song Zheming immediately stood up and shouted hurriedly, "This won't work!"
Song Zhentian was shocked when these words came out. Listening to Song Zheming's dissenting tone, it seemed as if he was blaming himself.
Song Zhentian had never paid much attention to this illegitimate little son. He just thought that he was usually quiet and seemed to be very worried, but he never made trouble, so he didn't pay much attention to him.
This kind of important matter was originally agreed upon between me and Song Zhehao. Now that I have said it, why would he jump out to object?
Besides, how could it be his turn to make the decision on this matter?
Thinking of this, Song Zhentian suddenly became a little angry. He put the teacup in his hand down on the table, frowned and said nothing.
The harsh sound and the angry look made Song Zheming regain his sanity immediately. He realized that he had just spoken out of haste.
Song Zheming panicked, but immediately regained his composure. After bowing deeply to Song Zhentian, he said apologetically, "Father, please don't be angry. I spoke hastily just now. I wasn't trying to oppose your idea, but I felt that you, my brother, had just returned home and must be exhausted from the journey. I'm afraid you need a few days of rest and some retreat to recuperate."
Hearing this, Song Zhentian's frown relaxed a little, and he said in a neutral tone: "So, it's well-intentioned."
However, Song Zhentian's mood had eased somewhat, and his mind had loosened. He felt a little more delighted, so he continued while the iron was hot, "I think it would be better for Brother to take a bath first, burn incense and worship the ancestors, and then relax and rest for a few days before doing the retreat!"
When Song Zheming said this, it seemed that he cared about Song Zhehao, but in fact he just wanted to delay for a few days and then come up with a solution.
Originally, Song Zheming thought that if Song Zhentian said so, Song Zhehao would definitely refuse. Even if Song Zhentian disagreed, he could not force it on Song Zhehao. As long as the stalemate lasted for a few days, he would have time to come up with a solution.
Unexpectedly, Song Zhehao agreed so readily that Song Zheming had to find a way to refuse.
Seeing that Song Zhentian seemed to agree, Song Zheming finally calmed down a little.
But unexpectedly, Song Zhentian didn't say anything, but Song Zhehao actually spoke.
As soon as Song Zheming finished speaking, Song Zhehao immediately continued, "Brother, you're worrying too much! I'm having a very leisurely time at the private school, and it only takes half a day's ride from there to the villa. Why would I need to rest? Besides, passing on the skills is a matter of the utmost importance, and we can't be careless at all. So I can just go into seclusion and there's no need to rest for a few days."
As soon as these words came out, Song Zheming felt that he was almost stiff. Originally, Song Zhentian seemed to agree, but he didn't expect Song Zhehao to suddenly appear and say these words.
When Song Zheming thought that his efforts just now were about to be ruined by Song Zhehao's words, he felt extremely aggrieved. A surge of anger rushed into his mind, and he had to hold it in for a long time before venting it.
Song Zheming suppressed his anger and forced a smile. He said to Song Zhehao with difficulty, "My brother, you said this with good intentions. Can you understand my good intentions?"
"Good intentions?" Song Zhehao laughed a few times. "I didn't know that. I'm a little flattered that you care so much about me as your brother."
Song Zhehao's sarcastic tone made Song Zheming embarrassed and his cheeks turned red.
Song Zheming was so upset that he wanted to chop him with a knife if it were just him and Song Zhehao.
Song Zheming was also puzzled. Song Zhehao was usually easy to talk to, and he always couldn't make up his mind on major issues. Usually, when he heard what Song Zheming said, he would agree with Song Zheming.
What happened today?
Song Zheming calmed himself down, then put on a sincere expression and said to Song Zhehao, "Brother, you're joking. We're brothers, so it's only natural for you to care about me. Besides, you usually love me, so how could I not know?"
Song Zhehao sneered after hearing this and said slowly, "Oh? That's strange! I usually go to private school and never see you come. Even letters rarely come. But when I get home, you always hang around in front of me, pointing and talking, as if you are telling me how to do everything."
"It seems like the entire Yubi Villa has almost become your home, and I am becoming more and more of a stranger to it."
After saying this, Song Zhehao glanced sharply at Song Zheming and continued in a stern tone, "Also, remember, my mother is my father's legal wife and the mistress of the entire Yubi Villa. Even though she's gone, her status still exists. You are the son of Concubine Lai, so how can you be considered a blood brother?"
After saying this, Song Zhehao turned his back and walked away while talking, without even looking at Song Zheming.
That arrogant aura was so suffocating that it made people feel suffocated.
"Remember, I am the legitimate son, and you are a concubine's son. In our Song family, there has always been a respect for seniority and distinction between the noble and the humble. Whatever you say, you must be tactful."
As soon as these words came out, the expression on Song Zheming's face became even more complicated than words could describe.
Anger, inferiority, sadness, resentment, all these emotions surged into Song Zheming's heart.
At this moment, Song Zheming was almost fainting.
Listening to what Song Zhehao said and looking at the arrogance on his handsome face, not only Song Zheming couldn't stand it, even Song Zheming's mother Lai Juanxiu jumped up.
Lai Juanxiu jumped up and pointed at Song Zheming, cursing, "Who are you slapping in the face with these words? I can't stand it anymore. Zheming is also the master's son. Is he saying he's your brother? Is that wrong?"
"When you say this, do you mean that Zhe Ming is not the master's son, not a descendant of the Song family?"
Originally, Song Zhehao's words might have suggested to Song Zhentian that he was biased from the perspective of the head of the family, but Song Zhehao had just mentioned his biological mother, Song Zhentian's original wife whom he could never forget in his life, and the only mistress of the Song family.
When he thought of her, Song Zhentian's heart softened immediately, and the slight blame in his heart disappeared.
Now, in Song Zhentian's opinion, what Song Zhehao said made sense. His wife only gave birth to Song Zhehao, a son, so how come he had another brother?
Song Zhentian is like this. Once his original wife is involved, he becomes very protective and doesn't want to talk about reason.
When Song Zhentian heard what Lai Juanxiu said, he just said it lightly, asking Lai Juanxiu to say less.
Lai Juanxiu's personality is that she never gives in even when she is right, and her brain is not very bright. She often cannot distinguish the situation and see the truth clearly.
Lai Juanxiu thought she was right, and even Song Zhentian felt guilty, so her tone became even more aggressive.
Lai Juanxiu raised her voice and said to Song Zhehao, "Don't you even think before you say this? I may be your aunt, but at least I'm your elder. You should at least consider my dignity, right?"
After hearing this, Song Zhehao thought that Lai Juanxiu was stupid. A concubine in a wealthy family was only slightly higher in status than a maid, but in the final analysis, she was still a servant.
I respect her as an elder, which is just politeness on my part, but she must never regard herself as an elder, as that would make her seem too arrogant.
After hearing this, Song Zhehao continued, "What you said is a bit bullying, Auntie. I'm telling the truth. Which prominent family isn't like this? If you mix up the hierarchy and mix the master and the servants together, wouldn't the family be in chaos?"
Although Song Zhehao's words were ruthless, they were reasonable.
Over the years, although Song Zhentian did not have much affection for Lai Juanxiu, he was still kind to her. The servants were afraid of her power, so they did not dare to disrespect her. The original owner even called her "Auntie" all the time.
Having lived such a comfortable life, Lai Juanxiu had long forgotten her identity as a servant. Now when she heard Song Zhehao remind her of this, she felt like he was exposing her shortcomings, which made her instantly furious.
Lai Juanxiu immediately shouted, "You unfilial son! How dare you call me a servant? I'm your aunt. Your mother is gone, so I'm your mother!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Song Zhentian, who had been expressionless, immediately became furious. His eyes widened, and he shouted a loud scolding. He jumped up on the stool and slapped Lai Juanxiu in the face.
Song Zhentian was a martial artist, so he was naturally very strong. With one slap, blood immediately spurted out of Lai Juanxiu's mouth and nose, and the sound of her teeth breaking was terrifying.
The servants in the room gasped in fear when they saw what had just happened, heard the horrifying sound, and then saw Lai Juanxiu lying on the ground.
They have been slaves for so many years, and today is the first time they have seen Song Zhentian lose his temper so badly.
Song Zhentian shouted angrily, "Who do you think you are? How dare you compare yourself to my beloved wife? How dare you call Zhehao a rebellious son? I really indulged you too much, you ungrateful thing, and that's why you became so rampant."
"Someone!" Song Zhentian immediately shouted, "Drag this woman away and make her work in the laundry room. There will be no more Lai Yi Niang in the house from now on."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked!
This concubine Lai is so ungrateful that she actually offended the master to this extent.
In the past, if it were someone else, everyone would probably beg for mercy even at the risk of being kicked out of the house.
However, no one dares to speak out now.
Firstly, Aunt Lai and her son were used to being overbearing and harsh towards their servants, so everyone disliked them.
Secondly, no one had ever seen the master lose his temper so badly, and everyone knew that the master had always been stubborn, so no one dared to advise him.
Several servants stepped forward and dragged Lai Juanxiu out. With blood bubbles coming out of her mouth, Lai Juanxiu pleaded incoherently and also looked to her son Song Zheming, asking him to plead for her.
At this time, Song Zheming didn't dare to say a word at all.
Song Zheming knew that he was Song Zhentian's son and the young master of the Song family, but in the final analysis, he was a bastard born to a concubine, and with Song Zhehao blocking his way, he actually did not have much status.
And Lai Juanxiu should never, ever, compare herself with the mistress of the Song family.
This is a big taboo for Song Zhentian. If he pleads for mercy rashly, he will probably end up like his mother.
After thinking about it, Song Zheming hardened his heart, stopped looking at Lai Juanxiu who was being dragged away, and did not plead for mercy.
At this time, Song Zheming's hatred deepened. He slowly raised his head, with angry eyes, secretly glanced at Song Zhentian, and then glanced at Song Zhehao.
When he looked at Song Zhehao's face, he saw that Song Zhehao was also looking at him.
There was no anger in Song Zhehao's eyes, but rather a hint of amusement. He seemed to be able to see through Song Zhehao's thoughts, but he was not afraid at all, and even found it a bit amusing.
After just that brief eye contact, Song Zheming immediately understood that Song Zhehao looked down on him!
This thought made Song Zheming's hatred even deeper!
But at the same time, for the first time, he felt a deep fear of Song Zhehao, whom he could not see through.
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