PBMM CH40 [Arc3]

Pitiful Young Master

Zheng Chenke returned to his room with a dark face. Thinking of He Qing’s increasingly arrogant and pampered behavior, he rubbed his temples with a headache. He had been taken into the He family by He Qing’s father, He Changying, after his parents passed away. Over the years, he was never short of anything, and upon graduation, he went straight into the company. Zheng Chenke had always been very grateful to He Changying, but his son, He Qing… The cold and handsome man sighed in the dark and closed his eyes.

Early the next morning, as soon as Zheng Chenke opened his door, he heard the arrogant and pampered voice unique to the youth, its ending note always trailing upwards: “The texture of today’s dish is so astringent, I’m not eating it!”

The capriciously pampered youth threw down his cutlery and stood up with an unhappy face. Just as he was about to head out, he saw the man coming downstairs. His eyes instantly lit up, and he ran over in two or three bounds, “Zheng Chenke, give me some money!”

The man walked slowly downstairs, glancing at the truffles the youth had abandoned. “White truffles flown in from France this morning. If you sell them, you could get quite a bit of money.”

The youth’s fair and tender face instantly deflated in displeasure. “That truffle tasted bad to begin with! Are you going to give me the money or not!”

“I don’t have money. Ask Uncle He for it.” Zheng Chenke didn’t intend to satisfy this little young master’s unreasonable demand.

“Hmph!” The young boy pursed his lips unhappily, his small dimples faintly visible. “If you won’t give it, then don’t! Who cares about you!”

Saying this, he turned to leave, but after two steps, he stopped. He proudly tilted his head up, refusing to show weakness, and said in an intentionally casual tone, “Your birthday is next week. Whatever you want, this young master will bestow it upon you.”

At the mention of his birthday, the man’s expression instantly turned ugly. “I don’t need anything.”

He Qing, who was rarely kind-hearted, was quite angered by his attitude. He wanted to throw a temper, but seeing his gloomy face, he chickened out. With insufficient confidence, he coldly snorted, “Hmph! I was just asking. Did you really think I was going to buy you something! Sooner or later, I’ll have my dad kick you out!”

Although he said that, Zheng Chenke clearly caught the fleeting look of hurt in the youth’s eyes. He paused, almost thinking he had seen incorrectly. But before he could get a clear look, He Qing, who had wrapped himself up as tightly as a ball, stormed off angrily.

The butler came up carrying dishes. Seeing the youth’s angry retreating figure, he helped explain to Zheng Chenke, “The little young master wanted to buy you a birthday present. He was just asking me what you might like earlier, saying he hasn’t given you a gift in all these years and wanted to make it up to you this time. Please don’t blame him. When the accident happened back then, the little young master was still small and didn’t know anything.”

“I understand.” Zheng Chenke lowered his eyes. Even though his face was expressionless, it somehow managed to convey a sense of loneliness.

His parents had died in a car accident exactly on his birthday. For so many years, let alone others, even Zheng Chenke himself had never thought about celebrating his birthday. This was the first time since his parents’ accident that someone said they wanted to give him a birthday present.

[Ding! Zheng Chenke favorability: 5]

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The teacher was not in the large classroom. He Qing swaggered in through the back door. A pretty girl sitting in the very back row hurriedly waved at him, “A-Qing! Over here!”

Seeing the youth wrapped like a ball slowly walk over but stop in front of the seat without moving, Mo Chuyu hurriedly used a tissue to wipe the seat for him. Seeing the fair and tender youth finally willing to sit down, she teased, “I’ve never seen anyone as precious as you. Your whole body screams ‘delicate’! Every time winter comes, you wear so much, you might as well just hibernate!”

“Can’t help it, who told this young master to have such a good life~” Regarding his own delicacy, He Qing didn’t feel ashamed, but rather proud. “Look, Lu Linguan and I have similar family backgrounds, and his family situation is also untraceable. So why am I happy and having fun every day, while he has to study himself to death!”

“Give it a rest, you!” Mo Chuyu rolled her eyes at him in annoyance. “Lu Linguan is going to help out in his company in the future. Your family has Chenke-ge, what use do they have for you?”

“What’s wrong with me!” He Qing expressed extreme dissatisfaction. “When Linguan goes to the company in the future, if I don’t go, he’ll be so bored. I definitely have to go help him! And as for Zheng Chenke, I have to properly squeeze and exploit him! Who told him to bully me!”

Who could even bully this little ancestor? It’s a blessing if he doesn’t bully others!

Mo Chuyu wanted to say a few more words, but the back door opened again. A handsome, refined young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked in. The young boy’s eyes instantly lit up. “Linguan! Over here!”

Sweeping away his previous nonchalance towards Mo Chuyu, he happily took the initiative to pull out a handkerchief, pinching it with two fingers to help wipe the seat for him. Lu Linguan walked over with a smile, “Thank you, A-Qing.”

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome!” The youth smiled so broadly his eyes vanished into crescents, his small dimples showing gleefully. It made Mo Chuyu’s teeth ache with sourness. She poked He Qing in annoyance. “A-Qing! What’s wrong with you? The difference in how you treat me and Linguan is way too big!”

“What do you know, we are bros!” He Qing pitched the handkerchief into his desk, and happily moved his chair closer to the young man. “Linguan, your birthday is next week. What kind of present do you want?”

The young man dotingly patted the expectant youth’s head and said gently, “As long as it’s from A-Qing, I’ll like it.”

“Then I’ll just give myself to you!” The youth blurted out without a second thought. As soon as the words left his mouth, his face instantly turned red. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he leaned back slightly and explained with rare shyness, “Um, I mean, I’ll accompany you to go out and play that day. Play for the whole day!”

Mo Chuyu, sitting beside them, had a dark face. She glared hatefully at the two looking at each other, and forcefully stabbed her pen down, leaving a dent in the wooden desk.

Lu Linguan’s gentle smile remained constant. Hearing this, he nodded with a smile and agreed, “Okay, we’ll go out and play for a day.”

Seeing him like this, Mo Chuyu secretly rolled her eyes and intimately grabbed the arm of the ecstatic youth. “A-Qing, I want to go too!”

The youth, who was currently immersed in the excitement of the person he liked agreeing to hang out, froze at her words and peeled her hand off. “You’re not going, what would you even go for!”

After speaking, he turned to Lu Linguan with a gleeful smile, “Just Linguan and I will go.”

Lu Linguan didn’t miss Mo Chuyu’s instantly darkened eyes. His smile didn’t waver as he agreed, “Okay, just the two of us.”

He Qing was even happier. He kept squishing towards the young man, almost rubbing right into his embrace. Mo Chuyu was rolling her eyes so hard in the back they were about to hit the ceiling, but he remained completely oblivious. It made her so angry her lungs were about to explode.

After thinking for a long time, she coughed. “A-Qing, didn’t you say Chenke-ge and Lu Linguan have their birthdays on the same day? Last time you even said you were going to buy him a present. If you go out playing with Lu Linguan that day, what about Chenke-ge?”

“Just talking about this makes me mad!” The youth, who was previously all smiles, puffed up his cheeks unhappily, saying with pique, “I kindly wanted to buy him a present, and he actually rejected me outright, even saying he didn’t need it! Hmph! This young master won’t buy him anything! Let him die of anger!”

Lu Linguan’s expression paused slightly. He looked at the huffing young boy. “A-Qing, Zheng Chenke…”

Before he could finish, He Qing’s phone rang. He answered it without a second thought, his voice still carrying lingering anger. “Hello! Who is it!”

“What did you say?!!” The youth stood up abruptly. His rosy complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, his eyes filled with helplessness and panic. “What happened to my dad?”

The gentle and refined young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat firmly in his seat. Looking at the youth whose face was full of fragility, his slender finger resting on his leg twitched slightly.

[Ding! Lu Linguan favorability: 21]