Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World-Chapter 31 - Complaining
Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Complaining
Chapter 31 -31 Complaining
Zheng Shan seemed to realize she had misspoken and covered her mouth, looking towards Zheng Fa.
Zheng Fa glanced at the Seventh Young Master, who had an amused expression, then smiled and patted her little head.
Zheng Shan got the hint and started to complain:
“Wang Gui is the worst!
In the whole village, he loves to bully people the most!”
“How did he bully you?
Tell me, I’ll take care of it.”
The Seventh Young Master put down his bowl, smiling at Zheng Shan, who looked determined to seek justice.
“He stole my pig grass leaves!
It took me two hours to pick them, and he took them all!”
“Pig grass leaves?” The Seventh Young Master looked at Zheng Fa.
“They’re used for feeding pigs in the village.” Zheng Fa lowered his eyes and said, “We eat them too.”
“…” The Seventh Young Master held his bowl of white rice and seemed momentarily at a loss for words.
“He didn’t even eat them; he just threw them on the ground and trampled on them!”
Zheng Shan was initially just trying to complain, but as she spoke, she couldn’t help getting angry, with tears swirling in her big eyes.
From her expression, it was clear that she was more heartbroken about the pig grass leaves being trampled than being stolen by Wang Gui.
“Really?”
The smile slowly faded from the Seventh Young Master’s face.
“It’s not just that.
The new fabric given to my brother, the beautiful new dress Mother made for me, I had just worn it outside when Wang Gui led people to tear it apart!”
Zheng Fa looked at Zheng Shan’s old clothes and his gaze deepened.
When he was home, although Wang Gui was unfriendly to his family, it was mostly just isolating him and his sister.
Now that he was staying in the Zhao Mansion, Wang Gui probably felt that Zheng Fa had taken his position as Attendant Student, harboring resentment in his heart and acting more recklessly.
“Is there anything else?” Before the Seventh Young Master could ask, Zheng Fa inquired.
“There’s more.
He also spoke ill of the Seventh Young Master and my brother!” Zheng Shan pouted and said, “He said the Seventh Young Master has a weird personality and is hard to serve, having just lucked out with a good life, and said my brother would surely be killed by the Seventh Young Master!”
Zheng Fa glanced at the Seventh Young Master, whose expression worsened, then looked at Zheng Shan, whose face was filled with righteous indignation.
This little one has learned to stir up trouble!
What’s more important is that even Zheng Fa believed that at her age, she couldn’t have made this up— it had to have been said by Wang Gui.
In this world, people rarely mean their compliments, but insults are often filled with sincerity.
This harangue about the Seventh Young Master was absolutely heartfelt…
Strangely, the Seventh Young Master also knew his own flaws, and deep down, he might even agree with Wang Gui!
Isn’t that even more infuriating?
At the doorway, Wang Gui held a freshly cooked pot of chicken, staring blankly at Zheng Shan, his face paler than the skinned chicken legs in the pot.
Manager Wang, standing behind Wang Gui, immediately pulled him to kneel on the ground, not even daring to beg for mercy.
…
The Seventh Young Master watched the kneeling father and son, pursing his lips.
He looked down and squeezed out a smile at Zheng Shan, saying: “Since Wang Gui is so bad, how do you think I should punish him?”
Zheng Shan’s eyes lit up and asked, “You’ll listen to my suggestion?”
“I’ll listen!”
“I…” The little one bit her finger, struggling to decide, “I can’t think of anything!”
“Should I give you a suggestion?”
“Yes!
My brother said, Seventh Young Master, you are the smartest!”
Zheng Fa: …I never said that!
The Seventh Young Master looked at Zheng Fa in surprise, his expression much brighter.
After all, children wouldn’t lie, right?
“Last time my mother beat him with a plank, but it seems he hasn’t changed,” the Seventh Young Master glanced at Wang Gui trembling on the ground.
“Maybe another beating?”
“Sure, sure!” Zheng Shan clapped her hands yet seemed slightly unsatisfied: “But he became even worse after the last beating.”
“Don’t worry, this time, let’s beat him to death.”
When he said this, the expression on the Seventh Young Master’s face did not change at all.
But Wang Gui at the door could no longer hold himself up and collapsed on the ground with a face filled with despair, only his lips unconsciously muttering, “Young Master, spare my life.”
“Die?” The little sister Zheng Shan was also startled: “Like my dad?”
Her concept of death almost entirely came from her father, Mr.
Zheng, who had died early.
Remembering this, a conflicted look appeared on her face as she cautiously tugged at the sleeve of the Seventh Young Master, saying, “Don’t beat him to death.”
“Oh?” The Seventh Young Master looked at Zheng Shan, who pleaded for Wang Gui, his eyes concealing a smile: “Weren’t you the one who hated him the most?”
“I do hate him, but…I can forgive him!” Zheng Shan patted her small chest, signifying her magnanimity, then her voice lowered: “Father died, and mother said I was too young then to remember him.”
The Seventh Young Master stroked her lowered head and did not speak for a long while before he finally nodded: “Since you have forgiven him, then I will spare his life.”
“Thank you, Young Master!”
Tears hung on the face of Wang Gui, it was unclear if it was from extreme joy.
Behind him, Manager Wang’s face also carried a look of having survived a disaster.
“Thank her,” the Seventh Young Master pointed at Zheng Shan.
Wang Gui and his son incessantly kowtowed to Zheng Shan.
Little sister Zheng Shan instead seemed a bit scared, hiding behind Zheng Fa.
The Seventh Young Master suddenly addressed Manager Wang: “You are Wang Gui’s father, the fault of untaught rests on the father, you should no longer hold your position as manager.”
Manager Wang shuddered but dared not speak.
“Get out.”
A relieved Wang Gui followed Manager Wang, but he did not notice the slight despair on Manager Wang’s face.
However, Zheng Fa guessed Manager Wang’s worries: Having managed such a large household business over five years, certainly not by the most righteous means, losing his managerial position might just bring a backlash against him.
As for Wang Gui…
Having experienced similar social upheavals himself, Zheng Fa could only wish him luck in bearing this disparity.
He looked at the Seventh Young Master, feeling that this young master probably knew what he was doing with his decision, it might even leave Manager Wang more despairing than killing Wang Gui outright.
It might even be deliberate.
After finishing their meal, the Seventh Young Master and Gao Yuan had to stay at Manager Wang’s house—because the Zheng Family had no place for them.
Zheng Fa saw the two off, when they reached the crossroads, the Seventh Young Master suddenly spoke:
“Zheng Fa, I envy you.”
“Hmm?”
“I am a Young Master, and you are from a farming family, but I really envy you,” the Seventh Young Master looked at the night sky: “Your mother worries about you, even if you return home in high spirits, she cares whether your life is good and complete.
Your little sister, so young, also knows to speak well of you in front of me.”
Zheng Fa nodded, unable to see the expression on the Seventh Young Master’s face.
“This is something I long for but can’t have,” the Seventh Young Master waved his hand: “Today I did it for them, let’s go back!”
Zheng Fa watched the two leave and turned around, heading toward the room where his mother’s light was still on. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Approaching the door, he heard Mrs.
Zheng scolding little sister Zheng Shan.
“Why didn’t you listen again?”
“Mom, where did I not listen!” Zheng Shan’s tone was a bit aggrieved.
“Didn’t I tell you not to let your brother go and complain?”
“I didn’t let brother say anything!
I said it myself!”
“What if you offended the Young Master?
Don’t you drag your brother into this?” Mrs.
Zheng seemed to still think her daughter was too bold.
“I’m only six years old!
Would the Young Master really mind?”
Zheng Fa pushed open the door, lifted his wide-eyed, confidently arguing little sister, and smiled: “Mother, don’t scold little sister, the Seventh Young Master even praised her.”
“That’s right!” The little sister raised her head proudly, also proud of her acting skills.
