My Scheming Little Devil

She was genuinely afraid of Third Young Master Jun’s tactics, and she knew she shouldn’t go too far or cross his line.

Jun Shi’s voice instantly turned cold: "Sijia, do you think you still have a way out? I can immediately reveal our private cooperation to him, and I believe that he’ll instantly want to kill you. I have plenty of leverage over you; even if you don’t want to be involved, you have no choice."

Bai Sijia bit her lip, and dared not disobey. But she felt like she has boarded a pirate ship, with this cunning old pirate.

...

Recently, Ye Lu had been leisurely passing her days. She didn’t dare to exhaust herself too much; adhering to the doctor’s advice, she spent more time outdoors, breathing fresh air and taking walks to improve her health.

Therefore, these two days she would take her two little treasures to the park for a walk and at the same time, think about how to handle those two women.

"Oh, that old grandpa is still here?" Ye Yiyi exclaimed in surprise.

There was an old man with white hair sitting on a bench by the park-side road. His clothes were worn, his beard was unkempt, and he held onto a crutch.

He sat there all day long, always looking up at the people passing by on the street, but it wasn’t clear what he was paying attention to.

In front of him was an old cowboy hat, inside which was some money, just a few dollars.

Whenever someone gave him a handout, he would pick up a harmonica and play a tune.

Ye Lu found it hard to see elderly people having to beg. It was a sign of an imperfect social welfare system, leaving them with nowhere to turn.

She took out some money and handed it to Ye Yuan: "Yuanyuan, go buy some steamed buns for him!"

Every time they passed by and saw this poor old man in the recent days, she would ask her two little treasures to buy some rice or noodles to feed him.

"Ha, it’s you three again. Thank you. I’m hungry and was hoping for a bun to fall from the sky."

The old man took the buns, slowly eating with a smile on his face.

"Mummy, why don’t you and Yiyi go for a walk nearby? I’ll sit here and wait for you." Ye Yuan took out a book and sat down next to the old man, looking intently studious.

Compared to walking in the park, he preferred to study at home. Still, he followed them out since he was worried about his mother and sister.

Ye Lu chuckled helplessly. It seemed her son was dead set on being a prodigy.

After strolling with Yiyi for a while and coming back, she found Ye Yuan engrossed in conversation with the old man; his eyes sparkled as if he had discovered a new land.

"What are you talking about?" Ye Lu asked curiously.

"Mummy, this grandpa is amazing, we were talking about the stock market, and he knows everything," Ye Yuan exclaimed excitedly. He was reading his book and, upon stumbling on something hard to understand, he couldn’t help but read it out loud.

The old man surprisingly began offering him advice. Ye Yuan was initially skeptical, but as the old man confidently broke things down with enlightening explanations, he found himself to be astonished.

Ye Lu was taken aback. A begging old man knew about the stock market trends? It seemed inconceivable.

"Grandpa, would you take me as your disciple? I want to learn from you," Ye Yuan said, his eyes filled with sincerity and eagerness.

The old man laughed heartily: "Are you sure? You don’t mind that I am a beggar? Ha, you’re a funny kid, wanting a beggar to be your teacher."

"Identity doesn’t matter, as long as you can impart knowledge, I’ll respect you."

"Well, aren’t you understanding and without prejudice, kid. You really have a rare talent in the field of stocks, the second-best I’ve ever seen."

"Then who’s first?" Ye Yuan asked, surprised.

The old man wore a proud expression: "That would be my only student. He was already in his teens when he became my apprentice."