After Dressing Up As a Little Fulang

An Yun stared nervously at the door, awaiting the arrival of whoever would enter next.

He had expected the man he met earlier or perhaps other relatives of that man, but to his surprise, it was a young boy who entered.

Yes, a boy.

The boy who walked in was handsome, standing at about 1.6 meters tall, dressed in a black suit. He was slightly chubby with curly hair, deep-set features, slightly dark skin, and a distinctly exotic look.

An Yun guessed the boy must be under fifteen years old.

This realization made An Yun sigh inwardly. Back in modern times, this boy would still be in junior high school, yet here he wielded power over life and death.

But in ancient times, marrying at twelve and taking on family responsibilities was common practice.

The young man strode in, pushed open the door, and upon seeing An Yun inside, he paused. His expression turned to a frown as he glanced at the housekeeper who followed him, asking sharply, “What is this?”

The housekeeper met the young master’s angry gaze calmly, bowed slightly, and replied softly, “This is a gift from the Master.”

The young man glanced at the housekeeper, then turned his attention to the person seated before him, dressed in a red robe. The complexion was fair, with black hair and eyes.

A gust of wind blew through the open door, causing An Yun to cough involuntarily. His cheeks flushed slightly, making his lips appear even redder.

The slanting rays of the setting sun casted a hazy shadow over him, giving him the appearance of something less mortal and more like a figure stepped out of a painting.

Zang Ya observed An Yun and felt his heart quicken slightly, an uncomfortable feeling creeping over him.

The housekeeper watched his young master closely, awaiting his reaction.

Noticing his own unease, Zang Ya’s frown deepened, his eyes narrowing. He stared at the frail figure before him, then back at the housekeeper beside him, and finally declared firmly, “I don’t want such a gift.”

The housekeeper maintained his gentle smile and replied, “I’m sorry, young master, but this is what the Master wishes to give you. If you do not desire it, you must speak with him.”

Zang Ya grew increasingly agitated. He shot a fierce look at the housekeeper and snapped, “Fine, I’ll speak with my father.”

The housekeeper’s smile remained unchanged as he made no reply.

Zang Ya glanced once more at the young shuanger seated there, noting the shuanger’s gaze fixed on him with moist eyes. There was an unmistakable mix of unease and discomfort in those beautiful eyes, akin to a deer caught in the hunter’s trap, unable to escape.

He didn’t know why, but seeing this little shuanger acting like this, Zang Ya became even more angry.

Zang Ya glared at the little shuanger who made him feel uncomfortable, then turned around and headed toward his father’s study.

As Zang Ya left, those who had followed him also departed with cheers. The room, which was already deserted, returned to calm after a brief period of excitement.

An Yun sat there, staring in the direction Zang Ya had left, reflecting on the boy’s reaction just now. Finally, he sighed and then smiled bitterly.

It seemed his so-called master had a bad temper and didn’t like him very much, so he would probably be kicked out soon.

However, An Yun felt he wasn’t at a loss. After all, he had eaten something today. The doctor also gave him an injection and provided two bowls of medicine that must have been quite expensive.

In this way, even if he were kicked out, he could survive for a while.

If there was an opportunity, An Yun believed he could make a living. If not, he could find a quiet place to die, which would be a dignified end.

An Yun felt calm. He glanced at the empty room outside and sensed that someone might soon come and drive him out.

Thinking ahead to leaving the house, he would need to find a place to stay. For now, he needed to gather his strength so he wouldn’t collapse when he eventually kicked out.

An Yun struggled briefly, then returned to the bed covered with a brocade quilt, preparing to take a short nap. This way, if he was summoned and evicted later, he would have enough strength to walk a few more steps.

Before long, exhaustion overtook him, and An Yun fell asleep within seconds.

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While An Yun slept, Zang Ya stormed toward his father’s study, passing many servants along the way.

The servants spotted their young master from a distance, noting his apparent anger. Initially surprised, they quickly set down their tasks and lined up on either side of the corridor, heads lowered and bodies bent in practiced deference.

As Zang Ya approached, they bowed their heads even lower, afraid that any perceived disrespect might incur his wrath.

This was the scene wherever Zang Ya passed. His gaze was relentless, his stride quickening with each step.

Upon reaching his father’s study, Zang Ya didn’t wait for the attendant to announce his arival. Instead, he shoved the attendant aside, barged in, and confronted his father aggressively.

Zang Ke looked up from the letter in his hand, a trace of helplessness crossing his old yet still handsome face. He wasn’t angry; he simply set down his pen slowly, met his son’s furious gaze, and realized the depth of his anger.

Zang Ya was like an angry young wolf, baring his sharp fangs at the person in front of him, as if he would pounce on him in the next second. However, he still cared that the person was his father, so he refrained from attacking.