FVN Chapter 15: Cold Violence
Chapter 15: Cold Violence
Chapter 15 Cold Violence
Zheng Fa couldn’t help but feel a shred of sympathy for Wang Gui.
The Seventh Young Master, who had seemed like an enthusiastic youth earlier, was truly insufferable when he decided to make things difficult.
He threw Gao Yuan’s book chest onto the ground, the corners of his mouth curving up in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. It was obvious that his earlier command for them to “get lost” wasn’t a joke.
“What, nothing to say?” The Seventh Young Master, seeing Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan remain silent, smirked knowingly. “Did someone tell you that following me would lead to a life of luxury and wealth?”
“Bullsh*t! Do I look like an easy person to serve?”
Well, at least he had a pretty accurate understanding of himself.
He gave the two a once-over, then collapsed into a chair, propping one leg over the other with a careless attitude. “Were you hoping I’d become the Family Head so you could act like big shots under me? Heh, let me make it clear: even if I were old enough, this whole ‘Family Head of the Zhao Estate’ nonsense—anyone else can have it! Keep dreaming!”
Gao Yuan’s face turned pale. He’d heard about the Seventh Young Master’s erratic reputation in the estate but hadn’t expected it to be this extreme.
Zheng Fa, however, wasn’t disappointed. His goals were clear—to explore martial arts in this world and improve his family’s circumstances. Who the Seventh Young Master was didn’t really matter that much.
Walking away just because of a few harsh words? Zheng Fa wasn’t that naïve. The Zhao Estate had called him here to be evaluated—he had no choice in the matter. Whether he became a study attendant wasn’t up to him either.
The Seventh Young Master seemed slightly put off by their lack of reaction. His mocking tirade felt less directed at them and more like he was venting about something else.
Seeing they still didn’t respond, he waved a hand dismissively. “Not leaving? Fine, then stand outside where you won’t be an eyesore.”
Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan moved to stand at the doorway. Through the translucent glass on the window, they watched the Seventh Young Master pacing inside, visibly frustrated, before sitting down again to read.
He read with a seriousness and frustration that struck Zheng Fa as oddly familiar—it was the look of someone on an exam, trying hard but completely lost.
A classic underachiever. @@@@
This sparked Zheng Fa’s curiosity. Whatever the Seventh Young Master’s faults, his dogged determination to study seemed out of place for someone so chaotic. What kind of book was he reading?
Flopping onto the bed, Gao Yuan asked, “Don’t you have any thoughts about this?”
“What’s there to think?” Zheng Fa shrugged. “The Seventh Young Master isn’t all that bad.”
“Huh?”
“He doesn’t like us, right?”
“Obviously.”
“Has he actually done anything to us?”
Gao Yuan frowned, thinking it over. For all his antics, the Seventh Young Master hadn’t harmed them.
“See? He doesn’t like us, and we don’t like him. But whether we’re his study attendants isn’t up to him. We’ll just have to make do.”
“But if he doesn’t like us, we won’t last here long.”
Zheng Fa nodded. The Seventh Young Master was, after all, the master.
“I can’t afford to get sent back—my dad would kill me!”
Zheng Fa said nothing. If he got sent back, the consequences might be even worse—Steward Wang at the estate was probably waiting for just such an opportunity.
Their thoughts were interrupted by a man who appeared at the door, saying, “Chief Instructor Xu wants to see you.”
Gao Yuan leaped to his feet, excitement replacing his earlier gloom. “He’s going to teach us martial arts!”
Zheng Fa raised a brow. “Didn’t you already practice martial arts?”
“You don’t get it. What I learned was just farming techniques. My dad never dared teach me the estate’s martial arts!”