Chapter 15: Cold Violence
Chapter 15 Cold Violence
Zheng Fa couldn’t help but feel a shred of sympathy for Wang Gui.
The Seventh Young Master, who had seemed like an enthusiastic youth earlier, was truly insufferable when he decided to make things difficult.
He threw Gao Yuan’s book chest onto the ground, the corners of his mouth curving up in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. It was obvious that his earlier command for them to “get lost” wasn’t a joke.
“What, nothing to say?” The Seventh Young Master, seeing Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan remain silent, smirked knowingly. “Did someone tell you that following me would lead to a life of luxury and wealth?”
“Bullsh*t! Do I look like an easy person to serve?”
Well, at least he had a pretty accurate understanding of himself.
He gave the two a once-over, then collapsed into a chair, propping one leg over the other with a careless attitude. “Were you hoping I’d become the Family Head so you could act like big shots under me? Heh, let me make it clear: even if I were old enough, this whole ‘Family Head of the Zhao Estate’ nonsense—anyone else can have it! Keep dreaming!”
Gao Yuan’s face turned pale. He’d heard about the Seventh Young Master’s erratic reputation in the estate but hadn’t expected it to be this extreme.