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Chapter 107: Flower Thief (VII)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“All right, I hear you. Be quiet before the whole neighborhood does, too.”

Feng Jin was almost furious when Jiang Pengji hopped up, stepped on a wall, then bounced to the top of it. Her companion was clinging, embarrassed, and looking at her as his body trembled. His gaze was like knives directed at her.

It was a stain on his life that he foolishly believed that Jiang Pengji could be trusted for once!

Feng Jin regretted his decisions and wished he could travel back in time to wake the naïve him up.

“Master, we apologize for our intrusion. Huaiyu and I climbed in for a reason,” Jiang Pengji explained with a smile, saving Feng Jin as she entered.

On the side of the wall stood a couple of servants and a man in his thirties. His shape resembled a resolute pine tree; his clothing was plain; his beard was tidily cut and combed; and his dark eyes examined Jiang Pengji doubtfully.

Any student climbing his teacher’s wall in the middle of such an alarming night would certainly be suspected.

Still, Wei Yuan did not deem her the villain because of her young age. Besides, a wise man like him could tell his student was principled and would not commit that shameful crime.

“Lanting, you are pushing me down a cliff this time.” Fei Jin sighed. His friend just ruined his good name in one night.

“Hush. It’s nothing.” She treated him like a child. Feng Jin rounded his eyes as if it was the first time he had really met Jiang Pengji.

The girl bent her arms to show respect, and addressed Wei Yuan, “Good evening, Master.”

Wei Yuan made an indignant “Humph!” and turned to the side, avoiding her gesture directly. He did not surmise Liu Xi as the guy he had been waiting for, but he remained incensed by her offensive act. From her conversation with the boy, she obviously spotted them behind the wall, yet did not care to be caught.

It was unforgivable that she did it when she knew it was wrong.

Feng Jin pulled his long sleeves and bowed solemnly before he managed to tidy himself up.

“Good evening, Master Wei. I’m Feng Jin. We did not mean to be impolite. Please forgive us and allow Lanting to explain.”

Although Feng Jin’s heart was roaring for a one-on-one battle with Jiang Pengji, he knew that they must help each other compose Wei Yuan. Otherwise, both of them would suffer from his rage.

“Feng Jin... Are you from the Feng family in Shangyang? What’s your relationship to Feng Xiande, the Secretary Chief?”

Since Feng was an uncommon surname; most people instantly related it to the house in Shangyang. Wei Yuan could tell from the teenager’s luxurious garment and scarce accessories that he was from an affluent background.

Feng Jin blushed, unable to decide how to reply. At last, the ashamed boy replied in a voice merely louder than mosquitoes, “Yes, that’s my family. The Secretary Chief is my father.”

“...”

The next second, rushing bullet screens covered Wei Yuan’s stiff face on the interface.

Nao: “Oh my god! What the hell is the Secretary Chief’s son doing in my backyard?”

Pangdahai: “(Cry) How should I deal with the boy? Urgent!”

Hongjun Laozude Juhua: “I may appear calm but my heart is burning with anxiety. How can I stay cool in front of this kid? I can’t afford provoking his dad. Urgent!”

Some comments were in a different style.

Mofashaonu Afeng: “Behold him! The son of the Secretary Chief! How I wish to be him!”

Jiang Pengji felt that Wei Yuan’s current expression was the key to enjoying the jokes. She scanned through the bullet screens happily without showing her feelings on her countenance.

Suddenly, a soft laugh attracted everyone’s attention.

It was then that Jiang Pengji noticed a young man at about twenty standing next to Wei Yuan before the alerted servants.

His features were arched, and his eyes were lifelessly black, sending chills to people he stared at. While his skin was rough and a dim yellow color, one must admit that he was born a handsome man, with perfect shades on his contour. Yet, his dry, chapped lips were like river banks enduring a persisting drought.

What he was wearing was not of high quality. It was a little unfit and was turning white after repeated washing. The collar and sleeves were worn out, but his neat hair and energetic figure remedied for the flaws of his clothes.

He was beyond twenty, single after his wife deceased. He was born in the north, probably in a town adjoining the northern tribes.

His dad was a foreigner, while his mom was a gentle, caring local. Their marriage was unhappy; the dad had inflicted household violence.

The young man was sometimes uncaring, and even merciless towards his enemies. He had murdered more than one man, which included his own father.

The calluses on his palms and the minor curves of his fingers were results of the diligent practice of kungfu. The guy fought much better than Feng Jin, who was also a power-level-five.

His socks and shoes were soaked with blood; his soles were injured. Still, he maintained his determined figure as if he could not feel at all.

He was a man cruel to himself, and able to conceal whenever necessary. Jiang Pengji appreciated these merits.

Meanwhile, the man was also scrutinizing Jiang Pengji.

Some time later, he shook his head. He held his feather fan as he addressed Wei Yuan. “Master Gongcao, it’s not him.”

Wei Yuan looked at the two sternly. The servants continued to besiege them, waiting for further instructions from the master.

Master Wei agreed with the young man, but could not excuse his student’s imprudent visit.

“Master, we’re compelled to enter in this way because of exigency.”

They, however, could not convince the master. Jiang Pengji considered it a trivial problem, while Wei Yuan could, in no way, tolerate her appalling act.

Imagine what people in town would say if they heard about the night! Both the teacher and the student would be mortified to face the rumors.

No matter what vital intelligence she had, she should have pleaded for admission at the front door! That was what the stubborn scholar believed.

All that time, Feng Jin diminished his role by becoming part of the background with his head dropped. He was innocent.

“Ha! Now, tell me your reason!”

Wei Yuan must listen her apologies in the end, for what she did was improper in any sense. The best excuse he could think of was her being too playful, and therefore she offended her teacher unintendedly.