Pangdahai: "(Cry) How should I deal with the boy? Urgent!"
Hongjun Laozude Juhua: "I may appear calm but my heart is burning with anxiety. How can I stay cool in front of this kid? I can't afford provoking his dad. Urgent!"
Some comments were in a different style.
Mofashaonu Afeng: "Behold him! The son of the Secretary Chief! How I wish to be him!"
Jiang Pengji felt that Wei Yuan's current expression was the key to enjoying the jokes. She scanned through the bullet screens happily without showing her feelings on her countenance.
Suddenly, a soft laugh attracted everyone's attention.
It was then that Jiang Pengji noticed a young man at about twenty standing next to Wei Yuan before the alerted servants.
His features were arched, and his eyes were lifelessly black, sending chills to people he stared at. While his skin was rough and a dim yellow color, one must admit that he was born a handsome man, with perfect shades on his contour. Yet, his dry, chapped lips were like river banks enduring a persisting drought.
What he was wearing was not of high quality. It was a little unfit and was turning white after repeated washing. The collar and sleeves were worn out, but his neat hair and energetic figure remedied for the flaws of his clothes.
He was beyond twenty, single after his wife deceased. He was born in the north, probably in a town adjoining the northern tribes.
His dad was a foreigner, while his mom was a gentle, caring local. Their marriage was unhappy; the dad had inflicted household violence.
The young man was sometimes uncaring, and even merciless towards his enemies. He had murdered more than one man, which included his own father.
The calluses on his palms and the minor curves of his fingers were results of the diligent practice of kungfu. The guy fought much better than Feng Jin, who was also a power-level-five.
His socks and shoes were soaked with blood; his soles were injured. Still, he maintained his determined figure as if he could not feel at all.
He was a man cruel to himself, and able to conceal whenever necessary. Jiang Pengji appreciated these merits.
Meanwhile, the man was also scrutinizing Jiang Pengji.
Some time later, he shook his head. He held his feather fan as he addressed Wei Yuan. "Master Gongcao, it's not him."
Wei Yuan looked at the two sternly. The servants continued to besiege them, waiting for further instructions from the master.
Master Wei agreed with the young man, but could not excuse his student's imprudent visit.
"Master, we're compelled to enter in this way because of exigency."
They, however, could not convince the master. Jiang Pengji considered it a trivial problem, while Wei Yuan could, in no way, tolerate her appalling act.
Imagine what people in town would say if they heard about the night! Both the teacher and the student would be mortified to face the rumors.
No matter what vital intelligence she had, she should have pleaded for admission at the front door! That was what the stubborn scholar believed.
All that time, Feng Jin diminished his role by becoming part of the background with his head dropped. He was innocent.
"Ha! Now, tell me your reason!"
Wei Yuan must listen her apologies in the end, for what she did was improper in any sense. The best excuse he could think of was her being too playful, and therefore she offended her teacher unintendedly.
Chapter end
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