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Zhou Yue Ze put down his bag and changed his clothes before heading down for dinner. While walking past the living room, he was stopped.

“I heard you beat up someone in school today?” Xiang Han asked while flipping the newspaper, without lifting his head up to look at him.

Living in the other person's house, he had no choice but to lower his head. Zhou Yue Ze turned around, looked at him and answered, “En.”

“You beat him until his face was swollen, and even threatened him?”

Zhou Yue Ze: “...” Do you have memory loss, weren't you the one who got people to beat him up?

“Why are you not speaking?” Xiang Han stared at the newspaper and casually asked. In reality, his heart was blooming with happiness. Being a parent was such a good feeling.

Zhou Yue Ze was speechless, “... I didn't, I only kicked him once.”

Housekeeper Zhang promptly backed him up, “That's right, Mr. Chen personally admitted that he was the one who hit his son.”

The corners of Xiang Han's mouth twitched. Folding his newspapers, he threw it onto the coffee table and tried to recall how his father had punished him in the past. Afterwards, he lifted his head and his gaze landed on Zhou Yue Ze. He coldly said, “A few days ago, you said you wanted to go to school. What did you promise me? Fighting and threatening another student, my hard-earned money used to

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send you to school…”

[You're overreacting, your character setting is going to collapse!] System quickly reminded him fearfully.

[Cough, cough, apologies, I was too immersed in my role.] Xiang Han quickly coughed lightly and picked up a teacup to hide his embarra.s.sment.

Zhou Yue Ze was dumbfounded. Earlier on, who was the person speaking such righteous words? Also, since when did he spend any of his money on school?

Thankfully, the housekeeper once again helped him prove his innocence, and carefully reminded, “Sir, Young Master Zhou has only been here for four days, and only bought a few s.h.i.+rts. He hasn't spent much money.”

Xiang Han glared at him and put down his cup before saying to Zhou Yue Ze, “I want you to write a reflection and hand it to me tonight. Also, copy down your school rules ten times.”

Zhou Yue Ze, “...” Did he forget to eat his medicine today?

The housekeeper was worried, “Sir, there is less than a hundred days until the college entrance examination, the pressure on the students is very great. Today, the princ.i.p.al even told me that Young Master Zhou's grades have been slipping, probably because of the numerous things that have been going on…”

Xiang Han was speechless. It had only been a week and he could actually tell that his grades were slipping?

However, in the first place, he was only doing it for fun. He never intended to torment Zhou Yue Ze. Therefore, he picked up his newspaper once more and continued his pretence, saying, “Then just write an 800-word reflection, hand it in to me by tonight.”

That shouldn't be too much, the “Husky” could even write tens of thousands of words in a day.

“Understood,” Zhou Yue Ze answered blandly.

Housekeeper Zhang was relieved. He then reminded, “Sir, dinner is ready.”

“...” Xiang Han's expression froze and he silently complained: ‘Why didn't you say it earlier? I just picked up my newspaper, how can I put it down now? How?'

“Let him eat first,” he could only act calm and let them think that he wanted to continue reading for awhile.

But Zhou Yue Ze could obviously see his hesitation and couldn't help feeling surprised. This Mr. Jiang seemed to be slightly different from what he had imagined.

Before he could contemplate further, the housekeeper had already brought him to the dining room while telling him, “The Master really cares for you after all…”

Zhou Yue Ze, “...” This pair of Master and housekeeper was quite interesting.

At night, when Zhou Yue Ze delivered the reflection paper, Xiang Han was already getting ready for bed. When he opened the door, he was frowning, clearly unhappy, “What took you so long?”

Zhou Yue Ze was momentarily stunned, then his face abruptly flushed.

Xiang Han had just taken a bath. Traces of water droplets still lingered on his body and the collar of his nightgown was a little low, revealing the pale and smooth skin under his collarbone. It made one can't help but want to reach a hand inside to caress it. Due to the lack of gla.s.ses, Xiang Han's gaze was also less icy than usual. A pair of long and enchanting phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, with a touch of bewitching charm. Perhaps it was due to his short-sightedness, his gaze constantly lingered, as if in a daze.

Zhou Yue Ze's throat suddenly felt extremely dry and his heartbeat also quickened. He hurriedly pa.s.sed the reflection paper to the other person and left in a rush.

Xiang Han spread it out and was nearly angered to death. His hands were still wet. Thus, when he touched the paper, some words were smudged, causing his fingers to be stained with ink and he had to wash his hands again.

That night, Zhou Yue Ze had a fascinating dream. Although he couldn't see the appearance of the other person, the smooth and flat chest that made him unable to take his hands off clearly belonged to a man.

When he woke up, his lower body was sticky and he instantly felt irritated. In his dreams, he had not realized it. But once he woke up, he was extremely clear that the person was Jiang Han.

At breakfast, he dared not look at the other person, simply eating a little before he left.

Xiang Han suddenly stopped him and handed a card over, “The pa.s.sword is your birthday.”

Zhou Yue Ze lowered his gaze and silently thought, ‘Those pale and slender fingers look really good holding the card.'

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