Chapter 129
To get an heir, Eunuch Rui married three times, and thrice he divorced, enduring twists and turns, until he finally accepted his fate. Engaged in too much wrongdoing, God finally delivered retribution.
Despite being childless throughout his life, having married three wives, each one considered top-notch in Beiping City, both inside and out, their brilliance was unrivaled. Yet, none of these good women bore him a useful child; instead, three daughters each more trouble-causing than the last. Chen Xing, his second daughter, gave him the biggest headaches—stubborn and temperamental to the extreme, she wouldn’t listen to anyone, except for Bai Shaoqiu.
The Bai Family belonged to the official class, particularly the judicial branch. Setting aside past grudges, just in these last three years alone, he, Chen Pingrui, had been sued three times by that bastard Bai Shaoqiu. Although he got away due to lack of evidence, any person would not remain untouched after being sued three times in a row. Consequently, Chen Pingrui had established a rule within the Chen family: no one was to have any dealings with the Bai Family’s members. Yet his second daughter was still entangled with the eldest son of the Bai Family. It must be noted, Bai Shaoqiu was already a married man.
Zhang Xiayang didn’t concern himself with these affairs; his task was merely to take care of those that Chen Pingrui found unsavory or any creatures blocking his way. He already saw himself as nothing but a tool, following this man surnamed Chen simply to repay a debt of gratitude, for his life was saved by him, and naturally, it also should be returned to him.
The quarreling continued for over ten minutes, finally ending with Chen Xing beaten down, her sobbing and wailing drawing closer, then becoming clearer—though it was actually Little Bun who made the noise, judging by the broad, distinct slap mark on his face which seemed the work of Chen Pingrui.
As she came downstairs, Chen Xing, accompanied by another person, passed by Zhang Xiayang, seemingly venting her anger over Chen Pingrui’s slap, she cursed without looking, "Lackey."
Zhang Xiayang’s expression remained unchanged as he went upstairs; to such an indifferent comment, he truly had no interest to argue.
A man indifferent to his own life, where would he care about words said by others?