Shang Jingwu was indeed not in good health. He was exhausted after the wedding and planned to rest for a while before having lunch. However, He Yi followed him back to his room like a little tail and wouldn’t leave no matter how hard he tried to get rid of him.
“There are too many people outside, I’m scared,” He Yi said, hugging the pillar with a pitiful expression.
Shang Jingwu has never liked noise when he is resting. This room was specially renovated for him and the soundproofing is very good. However, with He Yi there, even the best soundproofing is useless. Shang Jingwu had no choice but to instruct the caregiver: “Have someone arrange another room for him.”
He Yi was still unwilling, and looked at Shang Jingwu pitifully, saying, “I’m scared to be alone, honey, please don’t send me away, okay?”
Shang Jingwu grew impatient, deliberately turning cold and staring intently at He Yi: “Aren’t you afraid of me?”
When he makes this expression, even seasoned business rivals are terrified.
However, He Yi was completely unaware of the cold aura emanating from Shang Jingwu. He shook his head and said matter-of-factly, “Not afraid. You’re not fierce. You even gave me a little cake just now. You’re a good person.”
He couldn’t catch the subtle changes in Shang Jingwu’s expression. He felt that Shang Jingwu had no expression at all. During his time at the He family, no expression meant no fierceness in He Yi’s eyes.
Shang Jingwu was both amused and exasperated at being suddenly given the “good guy” card. He hadn’t encountered someone so clueless about social niceties in a long time, who actually dared to call him a good person.
Shang Jingwu sneered, no longer being as careful with his words as he was with normal people. He immediately put on a stern face and angrily cursed, “Idiot.”
“I’m not stupid,” He Yi retorted immediately.
He felt that he was much smarter than before. In the past, he could never understand why his mother would suddenly hit him, nor could he sense other people’s emotions. Recently, when Song Ling wanted to hit him, he could tell from her expression that she was angry. In order to avoid being hit, he would immediately apologize and beg for mercy, which always worked.
But everyone says he’s become stupid. Is it compared to “He Yi” in the book?
“Even a madman doesn’t realize he’s mad.”
Shang Jingwu’s voice interrupted He Yi’s train of thought.
In the past, He Yi might not have understood why Shang Jingwu would suddenly bring up madness, but now he knows that Shang Jingwu still meant he was calling him stupid.
He Yi pouted defiantly and said angrily, “I know you’re saying I’m stupid, so I’m really not stupid.”
Shang Jingwu chuckled, glancing at He Yi who stubbornly clung to the pillar and refused to leave. He parted his thin lips slightly and said, “Get out of here now, and I might spare you this time.”
“What if I don’t leave?” He Yi asked with his innocent-looking big eyes.
He thought Shang Jingwu was joking with him, but in reality, Shang Jingwu had run out of patience.
Shang Jingwu raised his hand and pressed a button on the wheelchair, then impatiently ordered his bodyguard, “Throw him far away.”
When He Yi was carried away by two burly men in black suits, he didn’t realize what was going on. But he quickly figured they were playing a game with him, so he happily clung to the bodyguards’ strong arms and swung back and forth, even curling his legs up to swing on the swing, giggling and saying, “Higher! I’m going to fly!”
Seeing him so happy, like a child being taken to an amusement park by his parents, Shang Jingwu rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, wondering why he was arguing with an idiot.
A moment later, he pressed the communication button on his wheelchair and wearily instructed, “Take him to eat, and then take him back to the old house.”
He didn’t want to waste any more time dealing with this energetic little fool; he’d leave the childcare to the bodyguards.
Ah Hu and Ah Hui responded, and then Shang Jingwu added, “Keep an eye on him, make sure nothing happens to him.”
The two exchanged a curious glance, saw the surprise in each other’s eyes, exchanged a few words with their eyes, and then resignedly helped He Yi to the restaurant, only putting him down when they reached a crowded area.
He Yi wasn’t done playing yet, and tugged at Ahui’s sleeve, saying, “Let’s play again, I want to fly again.”
“Young Master wants you to go eat first,” Ahui said.
He Yi’s attention was instantly diverted, and he excitedly shouted, “Let’s eat! Let’s go eat! My stomach is growling.”
As he spoke, he happily ran towards the restaurant, jumping up and down like a carefree little pony. When he reached the restaurant entrance, he hopped like a rabbit, drawing surprised glances from the guests.
“He’s really an idiot.”
“So stupid, I wonder how many days Young Master Shang can tolerate him.”
“He might get kicked out of the house tomorrow.”
“Probably not. This is a marriage to bring good luck. Even if Young Master Shang doesn’t want him, the old master won’t let them divorce so soon.”
“That’s not necessarily true. You’ve all heard about Young Master Shang’s temper.”
“That’s true. People who anger him never have a good ending. I wonder what will become of this fool.”
“Let’s just wait and see.”
Several young men and women gathered together and discussed it with laughter.
He Yi still didn’t hear the other people’s discussion about him. As soon as he entered, he saw Song Ling and He Yuan in the crowd. He was so startled that he immediately stopped hopping around and subconsciously wanted to run away. But when he realized that Song Ling had already seen him, he had no choice but to walk over obediently.
He Yuan glared at him with resentment, snorted coldly, and turned away.
Seeing that he had come alone, Song Ling asked in a low voice, “Where is your husband?”
“Husband, where’s my husband?” He Yi turned his head and looked around, but didn’t see Shang Jingwu. He honestly replied, “I don’t know either.”
Ah Hu, who was following behind He Yi, recognized Song Ling and explained to her, “Young Master is resting and asked us to bring Young Madam over for dinner first.”
Song Ling had originally planned to teach the unruly He Yi a lesson, but seeing that there were Shang Jingwu’s people present, she gave up the idea. She put on a smile, took He Yi’s arm affectionately, and said, “Then Xiao Yi, come and eat with us.”
He Yi subconsciously shrank back, clearly afraid of Song Ling.
The two bodyguards exchanged a silent glance and decided to help their young mistress out of the predicament.
They had followed Shang Jingwu for so long, and this was the first time they had ever seen him be so kind to someone. If it were anyone else who was making a ruckus and disturbing the young master’s rest, he would probably have ordered them to beat them up and throw them far away. Now, not only was the young mistress not beaten up, but he was also able to come over for lunch in peace, which showed that the young mistress still held some weight in the young master’s eyes.
“Young Master wants the young mistress to go and greet the Second Master first,” Ah Hu said, earnestly relaying a false imperial decree.
The Second Master refers to Shang Jingwu’s second uncle, Shang Xingzhi. Since the old master was in poor health and did not attend the wedding, and Shang Jingwu’s parents had already passed away, the wedding was entrusted to Shang Xingzhi to handle.
He was an elder, so He Yi should have gone over to greet him, which is why Song Ling didn’t suspect anything.
As a woman, Song Ling felt it was inappropriate to actively interact with males of Shang family, so she reminded He Yi to be mindful of his image before letting them leave.
Ah Hui gave Ah Hu an approving look, then put some distance between himself and Song Ling before asking in a low voice, “Are you really going to take the young mistress to see the second master?”
“Anyway, there’s a family dinner tonight, so it shouldn’t be a problem to go say hello now, right?” Ah Hu said uncertainly.
“A family dinner? What kind of family dinner? Is there something good to eat?” He Yi asked, his eyes shining.
Ah Hu: “…”
Ah Hui couldn’t help but laugh, “Young Madam is so cute.”
He Yi didn’t know who the “young mistress” Ah Hui was talking about was. He glanced at the steak next to him, which looked delicious, and asked, drooling, “Can I eat that meat?”
Ah Hu was still hesitating whether to take him to see Second Master when He Yi, rubbing his empty stomach, said, “I’m really hungry. I’ll just have a small bite.”
He looked so pitiful. Ah Hu sighed helplessly and resignedly went to get food for their young mistress.
I never expected that lunch would turn into such a chaotic mess.
He Yi was so hungry that as soon as he saw the meat that Ah Hu brought over, he threw all the dining etiquette that Song Ling had taught him to the winds and grabbed it with his hands as soon as his eyes lit up.
Seeing this, Ahui quickly reached out to stop He Yi, but He Yi thought he was going to take it from him. In a panic, he grabbed the steak and ran away, stuffing it into his mouth as he ran, eating like a little wild dog that had never seen meat before.
He was so engrossed in eating that he didn’t watch where he was going and accidentally knocked over a flower basket standing by the roadside, and then bumped into several guests who were having a meal.
A female guest wearing a floor-length gown had her hem stepped on, causing her to lose her balance. Reflexively, she shoved her male companion, who was pushed so hard that he knocked over the dining table behind him. Wine glasses filled with red wine shattered on the floor, spilling dark red liquid everywhere. What should have been a wedding banquet turned into a chaotic scene, like a comedy movie.
Ah Hu and Ah Hui hurriedly apologized to the guests who were affected, and didn’t bother to continue chasing He Yi, who had run away with the meat in his mouth.
He Yi didn’t realize he had caused trouble. All he knew was that he had shaken off the pursuers who were trying to steal his food. Then, he smugly hid under the dining table, using the tablecloth that reached the ground to hide his figure, and began to gnaw on his steak. After finishing, he even reached out his greasy paws to grab a few pieces of pastry from the table and continued eating.
The pastry was too hard, and he ate it too quickly, accidentally choking on it. In desperation, he gulped down the cocktail on the table, mistaking it for juice.
As it turned out, the alcohol content was too high, and his body had a particularly low alcohol tolerance. Soon he felt hot all over, so hot that he couldn’t help but pull at his clothes. His head was also a little dizzy, and he felt nauseous. He felt so uncomfortable that he rolled around on the ground. As he rolled, he rolled from under the dining table to behind the more secluded curtains.
The bodyguards were busy dealing with the chaos caused by He Yi, and no one noticed where the culprit was hiding.
He Yuan, who had been keeping an eye on He Yi, saw that the fool was obviously drunk, so she took advantage of the chaos to lead a half-drunk young man to where He Yi was hiding.
This young master was a notorious playboy, bisexual, and extremely lecherous. He had a lot of fun in private. Now, after drinking some alcohol, he was overcome with lust. When he saw He Yi, who was hiding in a corner with disheveled clothes and a flushed face, he immediately got excited and pounced on him to hug and kiss him.