âRelax brother,â patting his friend in reassurance, Wang Xiaopeng went ahead by himself like a prepared inmate heading off for the death road.
But as soon as the kid stepped through his homeâs doorway, a powerful hand had stretched over to grab him by the ears: âStinking brat, tell me, what sort trouble did you make outside today?â
âFather, gentler, gentler!â With a dead manâs face, the chubby kid pleads for mercy: âI didnât make any trouble, I really didnât!â
âNo trouble? If you didnât make trouble then why did you beat up the crown princeâs son?â Wang Deqiu (father) snapped back at his sonâs lie.
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Talk about fast. Seriously, Wang Xiaopeng didnât expect his father to catch wind of the news so quickly.
âFather, itâs that bastardâs fault. Heâs the one doing the bullying, I only stepped in because I couldnât watch anymore.â At that, the chubby kid puts on a grievance face, âAnd, my friend Bai Xiachen also had a hand in this. If you donât believe me, ask him.â
Loosening his hand from the brat, Wang Deqiu suspiciously eyed his son: âXiachen also had a hand?â
âItâs true, that bastard bullied Xiachenâs friend, thatâs why I couldnât hold back.â
âOh? If even Xiachen is involved then it canât be wrong,â giving a warning glare to his son, âin the future, you must follow his words. If he tells you to beat someone then go beat them, if he tells you not to then you mustnât no matter what, understand?â
Wang Xiaopeng was flabbergasted at his old manâs order: âFather, why is that I can only make a move when Xiachen tells me to? Can you promise that you wonât hit me if I do?â
Not answering right away, Wang Deqiu first gave his son a giant smack before continuing: âXiachen is such a good child. If heâs willing to beat another child then it must be the other partyâs fault. As for you, you think everyone is like you that will attack others indiscriminately?â
ThisâŚ. is my own father?â
The chubby here really had no tears left to cry, Why do I feel like I am adopted?
âFather, then the matter with me hitting the crown princeâs sonâŚ.â Wang Xiaopeng cautiously asked, afraid he might take another beating from his father.
âNothing but a son of a crown prince? So long as you didnât hit him wrong then its fine.â Scoffing it off like its nothing, Wang Deqiu then turned the topic back to his son: âIf you were half as good as Xiachen then we wouldnât have had to leave the clan, nor be forced to move to this place.â
Afraid his father wouldnât let him off once the ranting starts, Wang Xiaopeng was smart enough to sneak away while the old man wasnât paying attention.
By the time Wang Deqiu had come to his senses, that small chubby figure was already long gone: âThis brat, he really likes to be wacked!â
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Back over at the old manor, Bai Yan was still busy reading her book in a leisurely manner, totally ignoring the unfriendly gaze shooting her way by the old elder.
âMother!â A soft mellowing voice drifted over from the rear.
By the time Bai Yan looked up to search for her son, Bai Xiachen had already pounced into her arms to give the woman a heartwarming smooch on the cheek.
âIâm back Mother. And guess who I brought with me, Nangong Zhun!â
Pricking her brow, only then did Bai Yan notice the frail looking kid quickly running over.
Apparently Nangong Zhun was still somewhat uncomfortable. A bit stiff, his eyes revealed a spec of envy at his friendâs fortune.