Chapter 8: The Young Master's Protection, The System's Death Warrant
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That phrase, "Long time no see, hope you have been well?" gently scraped at Ye Qingyan’s heart.
The voice was deep and magnetic, tinged with a smile.
She forced down the strange feeling in her chest, determined to uphold her “mischievous devil” persona to the end.
“Who said long time no see? Do I even know you?” Ye Qingyan lifted her chin, her disdain glaring openly from her eyes. “You reek of poverty—don’t block my way, you’re bad luck!”
Having spoken, she tried to squeeze past him, deliberately aiming to embarrass him.
But before her body touched him, Chen Huai’an subtly stepped aside, effortlessly letting her pass, the entire motion fluid and graceful, without a hint of awkwardness.
Ye Qingyan misstepped and nearly lost her balance.
“Yan’er! Don’t cause trouble!” the elderly Madam Ye finally spoke, her tone reproachful. “Huai’an is your aunt’s son, your cousin by rank. It’s been years—how can you be so rude?”
Wang Feifei immediately seized the opportunity, coaxing gently, “Yes, Yan’er, Huai’an just returned home. You’re spoiled by Father too much.”
The two voices in harmony.
Ye Qingyan sneered inwardly, but outwardly became more arrogant. “Cousin? When did the Ye family acquire such a poor relative? Mother, don’t bring every stray dog or cat into the house and lower our family’s dignity.”
She deliberately emphasized “Mother,” her eyes challenging Wang Feifei.
Sure enough, Wang Feifei’s expression stiffened instantly.
That word “Mother” was one Ye Qingyan had never used before.
Chen Huai’an, however, remained calm. He simply stood there quietly, his gaze resting on Ye Qingyan without anger or inferiority—only curiosity.
This feeling irritated Ye Qingyan greatly, like punching cotton—completely ineffective.
In the following days, Ye Qingyan adhered to two principles: “better safe than sorry” and “maintain the persona,” making it her daily task to torment Chen Huai’an.
At breakfast, she “accidentally” slipped, sending a cup of scalding tea flying onto Chen Huai’an’s blue cotton robe.
Chen Huai’an merely picked up a cloth and wiped the tea stain off his sleeve without even raising an eyelid, calmly continuing his meal.
[Traitor, today’s weather is excellent, the gentle breeze favorable—time to take the traitor’s head!]
The tyrant system began its usual daily check-in.
“Your Majesty, killing someone in broad daylight will cause trouble! An undercover agent must stay in the shadows, so he won’t suspect our intentions. This is called playing the long game!” Ye Qingyan replied weakly in her mind.
In the afternoon, in the garden, she met Chen Huai’an reading a book and sneered sarcastically, “Oh, isn’t this the young master cousin? Why aren’t you busy serving in the front yard? You have the leisure to read here? Even our servants work harder than you.”
Chen Huai’an looked up from his book and smiled faintly.
He said nothing, but his eyes seemed to say: Carry on with your performance.
[Traitor, lunch is bland and tasteless, surely because of this rogue nearby, affecting my appetite! Kill him!]
“Your Majesty! Look at him eating scraps without flinching—that proves he’s healthy! Only a strong body can contribute to our revenge! We must feed him well, nurture his strength, so he can serve you faithfully in the future!”
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That evening, Ye Qingyan went further, secretly placing a small stool on his usual path to his room, hoping he would trip and fall flat on his face.
But when Chen Huai’an approached, he walked straight ahead with no glance aside, deftly stepping over it.
Instead, Ye Qingyan, hiding behind a pillar to watch the show, got overly excited, failed to watch her step, and tripped on the stool herself, pitching forward uncontrollably.
This time, she thought, she would embarrass herself beyond repair.
Just as she braced to meet the ground, a hand swiftly and firmly caught her elbow, pulling her back to balance.
The hand was warm and dry, calloused but with the perfect strength.
Stunned, Ye Qingyan looked up and met Chen Huai’an’s eyes.
After steadying her, he immediately released her.
[Traitor, dark and windy night—best to sneak into the room and finish this rogue!]
“Your Majesty! I... I have my monthly visitor today, so fighting isn’t advisable. Another day, definitely another day!” Ye Qingyan covered her burning face, searching for the most absurd excuse.
The system went silent, seemingly choked by the excuse, then sent a string of garbled characters.
[...beep beep beep...Women’s matters, troublesome!]
Ye Qingyan’s repeated provocations all ended in failure, instead providing amusement for Wang Feifei and Madam Ye Lian.
Seeing Chen Huai’an’s uncomplaining demeanor, Wang Feifei hatched a new plan.
She intended to use this unremarkable “young master cousin” to severely humiliate Ye Qingyan while showcasing her own virtue before Ye Chengzong.
That evening at dinner, Ye Chengzong was home for a rare family meal.
Once everyone gathered, Wang Feifei began her performance. She affectionately handed Ye Qinglian the biggest chicken leg, then instructed the servants to serve soup to Ye Chengzong, exuding the air of a virtuous wife and good mother.
Then, she shifted her gaze to Chen Huai’an.
“Huai’an, you’ve studied abroad for years and must have endured hardships. Now that you’re home, don’t be polite.”
No sooner had she spoken than a maid placed a small plate before Chen Huai’an.
The plate held a few withered vegetables and some scraps of minced meat—clearly leftovers from the kitchen.
The contrast between the sumptuous feast on the table and this tiny plate of scraps was glaringly obvious.
Ye Qinglian couldn’t help but snicker.
Wang Feifei scolded her, “Qinglian, don’t laugh! Your cousin is used to frugality—that’s a good thing.”
She then looked pointedly at Ye Qingyan, “Unlike some people, born into luxury but ungrateful, causing trouble every day.”
Ye Chengzong’s expression darkened; he had obviously heard of Ye Qingyan’s recent “mischievous devil” antics.
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