Changfei’s plan to exchange information with Lezheng Chu hit a snag, and he felt a bit conflicted about how to answer Lezheng Chu’s questions.
Just then, the Class Bell rang, and Changfei’s face lit up instantly as he looked up in delight.
Before he could see what was happening clearly, a group of people suddenly blocked his way.
“Changfei, Little Brother, right?” someone asked excitedly.
“Uh…” Changfei blinked.
Another voice chimed in, “You’re only fourteen? You skipped a grade?”
Changfei couldn’t help but glance toward Lezheng Chu’s direction, but there were too many people in the way.
Unable to see what was going on, he replied, “Well… Lezheng Chu is also fourteen, I think…”
“He didn’t go to kindergarten, went straight to elementary school. I was his elementary school classmate!” someone boasted excitedly.
Changfei’s forehead darkened, and another sneered, “We know that! Daxiang, aren’t you just Lezheng Chu’s little tag-along? What’s there to brag about? Who cares if he went to kindergarten or not!”
“How is that not my business? Xiao Chu is my good Brother! Right, Xiao Chu?” This person turned to look at Lezheng Chu.
The others’ gazes naturally followed—Lezheng Chu was previewing the next lesson when he heard the voice.
He raised his head, caught a glimpse of Changfei out of the corner of his eye, and answered, “Yes.”
The people around couldn’t help but laugh.
The boy who had teased Daxiang before laughed again, “Lezheng Chu, so you’re friends with Daxiang! Does Daxiang even deserve to be friends with the Lezheng family’s Young Master?”
Changfei frowned slightly.
The teasing boy was unreserved, completely exposing his dislike for others without any attempt to hide it.
Especially the way he spoke—with a sharp edge, eyes narrowed like a fox stalking its prey.
His gaunt, thin face looked like a sly wolf, exuding a bitter, sarcastic vibe.
Yet, despite this, the boy was dressed quite formally.
Although his frame was small, he wore a neatly pressed suit, even the creases carefully maintained.
From his appearance and demeanor, he seemed to be some kind of Young Master.
But Changfei couldn’t understand why, even though both were Young Masters, their auras were so different.
At this moment, Lezheng Chu looked just like an ordinary Good Student, no longer carrying that natural commanding presence from their first meeting.
Meanwhile, this boy seemed almost skeletal.
For some reason, he appeared too thin, and even his aura seemed more like bluster than true strength.
Although the others laughed, they weren’t really mocking or targeting anyone.
This only made Changfei more certain: this boy—although probably a Young Master—due to his personality or some other reason, wasn’t well-liked.
From the looks of it, his attempt to pressure Lezheng Chu was already at its breaking point.
Scratching his cheek, Changfei stood up and smiled, “Sorry, I’m new here and don’t know much. If I cause any trouble, I hope no one minds.”
He wasn’t being pretentious; his tone was polite but not overly humble.
Though only fourteen, and the youngest among these youths, he didn’t really care about others’ impressions.
His main concern was completing his love goal within the time limit.
“No problem! You’re young and just arrived. Of course, we won’t mind!” The wolf-like boy patted his shoulder, forcing a smile, “I’m Shu De! I’ll look out for you from now on!”
Changfei immediately beamed and was about to respond when suddenly, a loud clatter rang out.
Lezheng Chu abruptly stood up and separated Shu De’s hand from Changfei’s shoulder.
Changfei raised an eyebrow, sensing something strange about the expressions around him.
Shu De’s face had already turned a dark liver color the moment Lezheng Chu stepped forward.
His normally pale complexion grew even paler.
Changfei shifted his body to peer at Shu De past Lezheng Chu.
Shu De pressed his thin frame hard against a nearby desk, looking even more fragile.
Still, he forced a smile, “Lezheng Chu, what are you trying to do? I haven’t offended you this time, right? Don’t you think you’re going too far?”
“You can touch anyone you want, but don’t touch my Brother.” Lezheng Chu replied without hesitation.
The surrounding crowd instantly erupted, “Brother? Lezheng Chu has a brother?” “Cousin maybe? Doesn’t seem to share the Lezheng surname.” “Hey! They do look somewhat alike!” “Brother? A secret child?” “No way! Lezheng Chu’s Brother?!” “Oh my… Young Master of the Lezheng family? No wonder he’s so handsome!” “Hey, stop drooling. No matter how handsome, he’s not our type!”
Changfei scratched his cheek, no longer wanting to say anything.
He had figured it out—Lezheng Chu was definitely not someone to confide secrets to.
He even began to suspect that the “I do as I please” attitude was a universal affliction of every Young Master and Miss in this world.
Why hadn’t Lezheng Chu caught it?
He really was unique.
Changfei silently gave himself a mental thumbs-up.
Faced with the two opposing individuals and the surrounding gossiping students, he had no intention of explaining anything.
There’s a saying: “Explanation equals covering up, covering up equals storytelling.” The more you explain, the more confused things become.
Originally, Lezheng Tingyu had said he wanted to use Changfei to temporarily pretend he was his son—maybe to lure someone out, or to have a Scapegoat if anything happened.
Since he’d eaten that meal, it was only right he accepted it; that was as generous as he could be…
Few Fathers who hadn’t raised their own children would invite others to dinner, and few sons would pay for such a meal.
Just thinking about having to buy a meal for his own biological Father made Changfei feel indescribably wronged.
He wished he had never asked his mother about his Father’s identity in the first place…
Wait? Was it really his mother who told him who his Father was?
It seemed not… It seemed a random young man on the street had appeared suddenly, tricking him with a lollipop to meet his Father, then told him that this man was his Father…
It seemed that from that moment, he had subconsciously accepted Lezheng Tingyu as his Father…
He apparently had never heard his mother mention it herself… He didn’t even know if the reason she left was truly to go find Lezheng Tingyu and die together with him…
When exactly had he started taking this for granted?
Changfei suddenly felt uneasy at this unexpected thought.
Questions he had never considered before now surfaced out of nowhere.
A thought echoed in Changfei’s mind, turning his previously firm resentment and hatred toward Lezheng Tingyu into confusion and anxiety—Am I really Lezheng Tingyu’s son?
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