Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Under Xu Xun's fiery gaze, Shen Tingzhou steeled himself and answered the phone.

A somewhat affected voice came from the other end, "Tingzhou, it's been a while since we last talked. How have you been?"

Shen Tingzhou felt Xu Xun move closer to him, making his voice tighten unconsciously, "I've been good. How about you?"

Fu Huaifei spoke in his usual manner, "I'm doing well too, no need to worry."

Shen Tingzhou felt as if he had been transported back to the 1950s and '60s, imagining himself dressed in Zhongshan suits.

Fu Huaifei coughed a few times, slightly raising his head, revealing his graceful neck once more, casting a melancholic atmosphere.

"The last time we met was too rushed; we didn't even get a chance to say a proper goodbye. There were things I wanted to tell you but couldn't, and gifts I wanted to give you but didn't manage to."

Xu Xun leaned close to the phone, "Uncle, speak plainly, don't recite those flowery prose pieces."

Shen Tingzhou: ...

Fu Huaifei recoiled, surprised and uncertain, "Xiao Xun?"

Xu Xun naturally took Shen Tingzhou's phone, "I'm with Dr. Shen."

Shen Tingzhou's eyebrows twitched, feeling that this statement sounded a bit odd.

Xu Xun said calmly, "Uncle, please continue. Both Dr. Shen and I are listening."

Fu Huaifei stretched his neck again, but the melancholic mood was gone. He could only say dryly, "The last time I went to the cat café with Tingzhou, I had someone make a video of it, planning to give it to him."

Shen Tingzhou's eyes lit up; it was the video of him petting the million-dollar cat and the dancer cat.

But remembering that he already had a cat at home and had sworn his love to it, Shen Tingzhou suppressed his joy.

Xu Xun glanced at Shen Tingzhou and then said, "Then send it over."

Fu Huaifei replied with restraint, "It's already on its way."

Although he would be returning in a couple of days, he still retained his old-fashioned ways and preferred sending letters.

Xu Xun: "We understand. Is there anything else, Uncle?"

Fu Huaifei: "...No."

Actually, there was something.

When they parted last time, Fu Huaifei wasn't in great shape. As Xiao Sang put it, he had lost weight and looked gaunt, so he didn't go out to see Shen Tingzhou off.

As a man of dignity, Fu Huaifei wanted to elegantly make up for the regret of their last parting.

"Actually, I..." Fu Huaifei seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end, it all turned into a sigh, "Tell Tingzhou to take care of himself."

They were ultimately not meant to be together; why force it?

"Understood," Xu Xun smiled, "Uncle, I also wish you and Steward Sang happiness."

After hanging up, Fu Huaifei gracefully lay down on the bed. A few seconds later, he suddenly lifted his head—what did he mean by wishing him and Steward Sang happiness?

Sang Yan entered carrying a tray.

Seeing Fu Huaifei frowning as if deep in thought, Sang Yan set down the tray and asked gently, "What's wrong, sir?"

Fu Huaifei took the water Sang Yan handed him, "I'm thinking about what Xiao Xun said."

Hearing Xu Xun wish them happiness, Sang Yan's handsome face twisted slightly, then he indignantly exclaimed, "How could he slander our innocence in front of Dr. Shen?"

Even though the master had stepped back so gracefully and gentlemanly, how could he still face such defamation?

Sang Yan's words made Fu Huaifei tilt his head at a forty-nine-degree angle, smiling sadly.

"Being misunderstood is my fate. I'm used to it." He coughed lightly afterward.

Sang Yan quickly pulled over a velvet blanket to cover him, saying sympathetically, "You're still sick."

Fu Huaifei was helped back onto the bed, with Sang Yan tucking him in, drawing the curtains, and then leaving with the tray.

Just outside, Sang Yan received a call from Sang Qing.

"Father, ah, you and Old Master Fu are returning tomorrow? We might be a few days late. The master is ill, with a skin condition."

Sang Qing frowned, "A skin condition? Is it contagious?"

Sang Yan hurriedly explained, "No, it might be due to the wind or an allergy. The master's face is peeling, so he can't go out these two days."

Sang Qing: "..."

-

The elderly couple from the Fu family returned two days earlier than planned.

On a weekend morning, Shen Tingzhou went to the Fu family's residence in Kyoto with Xu Xun and the Steward.

Upon arrival, Shen Tingzhou saw a middle-aged man standing at the door, wearing a suit and white gloves, even more composed and meticulous than Sang Yan.

Xu Xun spent a long time living with the Fu family when he was young, so he was very familiar with and close to Sang Qing.

He walked over to greet him, "Uncle Sang."

Sang Qing greeted him warmly, "Young Master Xun, Madam is waiting for you inside."

Glancing at the Steward beside Xu Xun, Sang Qing nodded politely, "Long time no see."

The Steward said with the same smile and the same tone, "Long time no see."

I don’t know if it was due to preconceived notions, but Shen Tingzhou always felt that these two ordinary greetings were laced with hidden threats, as if in the next moment they would tear off their suits, draw their swords, and fight to the death.

Sang Qing is a very English-style Steward, meticulous, serious, and highly capable.

In front of him, Shen Tingzhou involuntarily straightened his back and entered the villa with Xu Xun.

Shen Tingzhou had assumed that Xu Xun's grandmother would be an image of an aristocratic old lady, elegant and noble, kind, and very fond of the younger generation.

Unexpectedly, apart from a simple wedding ring, Grandma Fu wore no other jewelry.

She wore a striped wide-collar shirt with wide-leg pants, her silver-white long hair neatly styled, making her look young and fashionable—nothing like someone in their seventies.

Shen Tingzhou rarely commented on people’s appearances, but seeing Grandma Xu Xun, he couldn’t help but say, "You look so young and healthy."

Grandma Fu laughed heartily, "Thanks to technology, us rich and idle old babies can become ageless beauties."

Shen Tingzhou: ...

Grandma Fu looked at Shen Tingzhou kindly, "No amount of cosmetic surgery can match real youth. Doctor Shen is indeed a feast for the eyes. I heard my youngest son fell in love with you at first sight."

Shen Tingzhou was sweating profusely.

Xu Xun interjected, "Grandma..."

Grandma Fu waved him off, "I know, I know. I knew about you earlier than your uncle."

Xu Xun glanced at Shen Tingzhou, who just happened to look back, his eyes vacant and bewildered, clearly not expecting Grandma Fu to have such a personality, leaving him momentarily at a loss.

Grandma Fu suddenly called Shen Tingzhou by name, and Shen Tingzhou quickly turned to look at her.

Grandma Fu asked, "What do Doctor Shen's parents do?"

Shen Tingzhou replied, "They do scientific research in Antarctica."

Grandma Fu seemed quite pleased, "A family of scholars, Doctor Shen must have been a good student, right?"

Shen Tingzhou modestly said, "Not bad."

Grandma Fu continued, "Xiao Xun used to be a great student and had a good personality, but that was before. Ever since adding that 'evil' character, he became so introverted and sullen, not as cute as when he was little."

The Steward chimed in, "I can vouch for that."

Xu Xun remained silent with a deadpan expression.

Grandma Fu sighed, "Even his taste has gone. Calling him Xu Xun might as well be calling him Xu Evil."

The Steward agreed, "Indeed."

Seeing them ganging up on Xu Xun, Shen Tingzhou quietly said, "Actually... his personality is pretty good now."

Grandma Fu exclaimed, "As the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

Shen Tingzhou was startled, "It's not..."

Before he could finish, the Steward chimed in, "Indeed, Doctor Shen sees through the patient filter."

What is this "Young Master Evil" nonsense!

Xu Xun couldn't take it anymore and pulled Shen Tingzhou up, "Come, I'll show you my old room."

Grandma Fu exclaimed, "Oh oh."

The Steward added, "Tsk tsk."

Shen Tingzhou was dragged from the sofa by Xu Xun and forced to follow him upstairs, frequently looking back at the sofa.

Grandma Fu and the Steward watched them with inscrutable expressions, causing Shen Tingzhou's heart to skip a beat.

Shen Tingzhou whispered, "Is this okay?"

Xu Xun snorted, "Staying here to listen to their sarcastic remarks is even worse."

As Shen Tingzhou hesitated, the villa door opened, and Fu Huaifei, dressed in elaborate attire with waist-length hair, walked in, followed by his Steward Sangyan.

Grandma Fu exclaimed, "My drama queen son is back?"

Fu Huaifei paused slightly in his stride, then circled back out the door.

Sangyan chased after him worriedly, "Sir."

Shen Tingzhou: ...

Does the old lady’s mouth drip with poison?

Grandma Fu said to the Steward, "Sorry about that."

The Steward smiled and replied, "I'm used to it."

Both of them picked up the tea prepared by Sang Qing and took an elegant sip.

After drinking, the Steward slowly looked at Sang Qing, "Today's tea seems a bit bitter."

Sang Qing showed no change in expression, taking the Steward's cup, "I'll brew a new one."

The Steward reminded, "I prefer domestic green tea."

Sang Qing remained unperturbed, "Understood."

Steward: "It's troublesome."

Sang Qing: "Not at all."

Looking at the fake smiles on their faces, Shen Tingzhou felt that they could start fighting at any moment.

Xu Xun, however, said, "They won't fight."

Shen Tingzhou suddenly looked over and then realized that Xu Xun had guessed his thoughts. The temperature on his face rose, and he honestly followed Xu Xun back to the room.

-

Xu Xun's room was just as it had been in the past, unchanged.

Upon entering, Shen Tingzhou first noticed the height markings on the wall, marked with a red marker.

The lowest one only reached Shen Tingzhou's thigh, and he couldn't help but imagine little Xu Xun. His heart softened.

Shen Tingzhou pointed at the red marker mark. "How old were you when this was done?"

Xu Xun walked over. "Two years old, I guess."

Shen Tingzhou was shocked. "You were this tall at two?"

Shen Tingzhou bent down to look at the specific measurement on the height chart: 110 centimeters.

Just as he was wondering how a two-year-old could be so tall, Xu Xun said, "My mom probably drew the line while I was standing on my tiptoes. It's been too long; I don't remember clearly."

Xu Xun's face showed no emotion when he spoke about his deceased mother.

Shen Tingzhou felt uneasy and was about to offer some comforting words when a familiar voice came from outside the window.

Xu Xun glanced downstairs and said to Shen Tingzhou, "There's something interesting happening. Come take a look."

Don't say it like that...

He didn't really love watching such things, just occasionally indulging himself.

Shen Tingzhou silently walked over, and Xu Xun opened the window for him. The voices downstairs became clearer.

It was Sang Qing scolding Sang Yan.

"I've told you before, Young Master is different from others. You need to be cautious, cautious, and even more cautious in daily life."

Sang Qing's tone wasn't harsh, but Sang Yan, feeling he had disappointed his father, kept his head bowed low.

"How spoiled has Young Master become because of you? He can't even be spoken to. Look at Young Master Xiao Shun; Mrs. Xu had to say so much before he left."

That actually counts as praise?

Shen Tingzhou looked at Xu Xun in shock, who clearly didn't think it was praise either.

He raised his hand and covered Shen Tingzhou's ears, signaling, "This is my bad review; don't listen."

Xu Xun was very close, and Shen Tingzhou's shoulder brushed against his chest, giving him the illusion of hearing his heartbeat. His body stiffened slightly.

But Sang Yan thought it was praise and wanted to speak up for his master but dared not contradict his father.

"Not only can he not be spoken to, but he's also weak and often sick." Sang Qing frowned slightly. "Since you graduated and stayed by his side, how many new ailments has he developed? Now he can't even stand the sun. Is this your good care?"

Sang Yan was extremely ashamed.

Sang Qing's tone softened. "Think carefully about what I said today. If you can't handle this job, I can arrange something else for you."

"I understand, Father."

Sang Yan hung his head, feeling extremely downcast.

Sang Qing said nothing more and turned to return to the villa, leaving Sang Yan alone to wallow in his feelings.

Shen Tingzhou was a bit worried about Steward Xiao Sang, feeling he was quite affected. After all, he loved this job and had invested all his time and energy into it, only to receive a poor evaluation.

Xu Xun let go of Shen Tingzhou. "Uncle Sang is right."

Shen Tingzhou looked at Xu Xun. "Huh?"

Xu Xun: "My uncle used to be different. Although he was dramatic, attention-seeking, petty, and loved to portray himself as a tragic figure, and..."

Shen Tingzhou waited for Xu Xun's "but," not expecting the "although" to be so long.

He waited and finally heard Xu Xun's "but."

Shen Tingzhou listened attentively, only to hear Xu Xun say, "But he wasn't this exaggerated before."

Shen Tingzhou: ...

You know how to use 'although' and 'but.'

Sang Yan really spoiled Fu Huaifei too much. Fu Huaifei was already dramatic, and Sang Yan only intensified it, raising Fu Huaifei's threshold higher and higher until he became like a princess on a pea.

Xu Xun: "In the past, when my grandmother scolded him, he would hide in a corner and act out various tragic scenes. But if he found no one paying attention, he would obediently come back, pretending nothing happened."

Why does Shen Tingzhou feel sorry for the past Fu Huaifei?

Thinking of him performing an entire tragic opera in his mind, only to find no one caring, he had to wipe away his tears and return pitifully, hiding the fact that he had cried.

Thinking of that scene, Shen Tingzhou found it somewhat cute.

Xu Xun looked at him resentfully. "What are you thinking?"

Shen Tingzhou quickly composed himself and said straight-faced, "Nothing."

Xu Xun stared intently at Shen Tingzhou. "I know what you're thinking."

Shen Tingzhou feigned innocence, feeling guilty. "Huh? I, I wasn't thinking anything."

Xu Xun said in a deep voice, "You think he's pitiful and cute!"

Shen Tingzhou's eyes darted around, his voice soft. "Actually, sometimes you're like that too."

Very delicate, prone to lying down at the slightest disagreement, sometimes childish and a bit of a drama queen, but also very cute...

Xu Xun understood the underlying meaning of Shen Tingzhou's words, his voice becoming sticky again. "Don't you think I'm much better than him?"

When it comes to being dramatic, Xu Xun is definitely better.

So Shen Tingzhou nodded slightly.

Xu Xun leaned his head over and said loudly, "But I still want to tire you out because you said I'm not good enough."

Shen Tingzhou felt a weight on his shoulder, but his heart felt light. He pushed Xu Xun away once but didn't push again when it didn't work.

-

At lunchtime, Xu Xun's grandfather, Old Man Fu, returned from outside.

Unlike the shockingly outspoken Old Lady Fu, Old Man Fu was calm and quiet, as Old Lady Fu described him, a gourd with its mouth sawn off.

Old Lady Fu shook her head. "He talked even less when he was young. Back then, I was naive and only looked at his face."

Old Man Fu sighed, "That was so many years ago."

Old Lady Fu ignored him and said to Shen Tingzhou, "Doctor Shen, you should choose someone considerate and with a good personality. Don't go for those vicious, toxic, or ominous names; they're not lucky."

Shen Tingzhou didn't know how to respond.

The word "vicious" clearly referred to Xu Xun. It seemed the whole family disliked his changed name.

Xu Xun, used to being criticized, put a piece of food on Shen Tingzhou's plate. "Eat."

Old Lady Fu clicked her tongue. "Not listening to elders will lead to trouble, but—"

She glanced around the dining table. "Why isn't my drama queen son coming down to eat? Is he crying upstairs with Xiao Sang again?"

Sang Qing said, "I'll go check on him."

Old Lady Fu waved her hand. "No need. Let him cry. He's made of water anyway."

Shen Tingzhou: Pfft—

Upstairs, Fu Huaifei wasn't crying. He was lounging in a wicker chair by the window, having Sang Yan braid his hair.

To manage Fu Huaifei's long hair, Sang Yan could braid more than a dozen styles.

Sang Yan created a fairy-like hairstyle using colorful ribbons and then inserted flower-shaped hairpins into Fu Huaifei's braids.

Fu Huaifei loved looking pretty, but since it was just at home, he was a bit worried about his mother's comments. Yet, Sang Yan's work was truly beautiful.

Looking in the mirror, Fu Huaifei couldn't help admiring himself, but he asked Sang Yan—

"Isn't this style a bit too much?"

Fu Huaifei was already planning to find a new traditional Chinese outfit to wear.

Distracted, Sang Yan was startled. "Sir, do you dislike this braid? Should I take it down?"

Fu Huaifei paused for a few seconds, put down the mirror, and turned to look at Sang Yan. "What's wrong with you today?"

Sang Yan shook his head and silently began taking down Fu Huaifei's braid.

Fu Huaifei pulled his beautifully adorned hair away from Sang Yan's hands.

Sang Yan, preoccupied with his father's earlier words, didn't notice Fu Huaifei's resistance. He reached out to touch Fu Huaifei's hair, but Fu Huaifei turned away each time.

After several attempts, Sang Yan finally realized, "Sir, do you like it?"

Fu Huaifei lowered his eyelashes. "Even if I like it, I'll definitely be criticized downstairs."

Usually, Sang Yan would stand firmly by Fu Huaifei's side, defending him against any attacks, even from his own mother. But the shaken Sang Yan opened his mouth but said nothing.

Fu Huaifei, not getting the answer he wanted, looked a bit awkward. "Speak up, why aren't you saying anything?"

Sang Yan pursed his lips for a long time before saying, "I'll take down your braid."

Fu Huaifei's eyes widened, and he quickly climbed into bed, covering himself with the blanket. "I'm not going down, not eating."

Sang Yan: ...

While Sang Yan was sighing in the backyard, a shadow fell over him. Looking up, his lips moved slightly.

-

"Doctor Shen?"

Shen Tingzhou handed him a cup of hot tea. "Are you okay?"

"Thank you." Sang Yan accepted it gloomily, took a sip, and his expression stiffened slightly.

Who made this tea? It's terrible. Sang Yan forced it down.

"Is your father about the same height as the steward?"

"Do you think I'm an unqualified steward?"

Shen Tingzhou and Sangyan spoke at the same time.

Both were surprised by the questions the other asked.

Shen Tingzhou thought that given Sangyan's personality, he wouldn't seek to share his inner confusion with others.

Sangyan also didn't expect Shen Tingzhou to be concerned about the heights of his father and the Steward. He felt that Dr. Shen wasn't someone who would pay attention to such matters.

But Shen Tingzhou was indeed that bored, staring at the Steward and Sang Qing for a long time.

After lunch, when the food had mostly digested, Old Lady Fu proposed playing tennis.

Shen Tingzhou had just finished a match against her, losing 4-1. Now Xu Xun stepped up.

Watching the Steward and Sang Qing on either side of the net, the rather lowbrow Shen Tingzhou began focusing on their heights.

Sangyan glanced at the tennis court and said decisively, "Of course my father is taller."

Since they weren't standing side by side, the viewing angles made their heights appear different.

"I feel..." Shen Tingzhou compared them repeatedly, "they're about the same."

Sangyan still insisted, "My father is taller."

Unable to reach a conclusion, Shen Tingzhou simply sat down next to Sangyan.

On the court, Xu Xun leaped to return the ball, his limbs stretching gracefully and powerfully, his clothes swaying with his movements.

Watching Xu Xun swing and hit the ball, Shen Tingzhou spoke gently, "I think you are a very responsible Steward."

Sangyan was moved and stared at Shen Tingzhou in a daze.

Shen Tingzhou turned his head and said sincerely, "The first time I met you, I felt you were very capable."

Sangyan lowered his head, "But... I'm not a qualified Steward."

He was a third-rate Steward who had made his master's health and resilience worse.

But he couldn't refuse his master's requests; he wanted his master to be happy, for everything to go according to his wishes, and for him to always be surrounded by happiness and joy.

Feeling disheartened, Sangyan asked, "Dr. Shen, why do I fail more the harder I try?"

Shen Tingzhou said, "I don't know what a qualified Steward should be like, but I think you've already been making changes. Haven't you noticed that Mr. Fu's complexion has improved a lot recently?"

Deeply self-doubting, Sangyan shook his head blankly.

"Sometimes, I can understand you," Shen Tingzhou said, his expression distant as he followed the most genuine feeling in his heart. "It's hard to refuse, and it doesn't seem like a big deal to go along with him, and it makes him happy."

Pausing, Shen Tingzhou added, "I'm talking about cats. You know how much I love cats. Sometimes, I really can't refuse their begging."

Sangyan nodded in agreement, looking at him with eager eyes, "So what do you do?"

Shen Tingzhou: "On principle, there can be no compromise, but small things can be negotiated."

Sangyan: "What do you mean by principle?"

Shen Tingzhou gave an example, "Matters concerning health, morality, and law."

Sangyan was confused, "Do cats have moral and legal issues too?"

Shen Tingzhou: "...Yes, you wouldn't know if you don't raise them."

Sangyan: "Oh."

Having gained some confidence from Shen Tingzhou, Sangyan prepared to go upstairs to find Fu Huaifei.

But before going up, he earnestly asked Shen Tingzhou, "Mr. Fu has braided his hair. Could you please talk to Old Lady Fu so she won't pressure him anymore?"

Sangyan could tell that Old Lady Fu liked Shen Tingzhou, and if he asked, she might listen.

Shen Tingzhou wasn't so optimistic, and besides...

"This is what I think: you don't need to protect Mr. Fu so much because with you around, he won't stay angry for long."

Shen Tingzhou almost directly said that Sangyan was good at comforting Fu Huaifei.

Seeing Sangyan's puzzled look, Shen Tingzhou spoke more plainly, "Old Lady Fu can help build Mr. Fu's resilience. When he can't handle it, you can comfort him privately."

Sangyan suddenly understood.

Although Mr. Fu still had to face rumors and harm, at least he could be himself openly.

Sangyan deeply regretted his previous actions; undoing Mr. Fu's braid was preventing him from being himself.

Tears welled up in Sangyan's eyes, "Dr. Shen, you're right. No matter what happens, I should stand firmly with Mr. Fu, be his shield, his spear, his most loyal supporter!"

Shen Tingzhou: ...

Saying this might be unfair to Sangyan—his goosebumps were rising again.

Shen Tingzhou suppressed his embarrassment and smiled, waving, "Go ahead."

Sangyan nodded vigorously at Shen Tingzhou and then ran to his master.

Shen Tingzhou watched Sangyan's back: If this isn't love...

-

On the tennis court, the outcome of the match between Xu Xun and Old Lady Fu was decided. Xu Xun lost the final game by just one point.

Shen Tingzhou was filled with admiration for Old Lady Fu, "Impressive. Compared to her, we young people are truly lacking."

Xu Xun finished listening and, with his tennis racket in hand, returned to the court.

Shen Tingzhou: Eh?

Xu Xun restarted a game with Grandma Fu and defeated her 3-0.

After being cooped up in his room all morning, Fu Huaifei came out at Sangyan's urging.

He was dressed in a new-style sky-blue outfit, his long hair braided back, adorned with simple flowers, exuding a classical beauty that was as warm as jade, completely different from the pale, vampire-like charm he had when they first met.

Grandma Fu smiled and said, "All dolled up?"

Fu Huaifei tried to go back inside, but Sangyan blocked him, whispering something. Reluctantly, he walked over.

This time, Grandma Fu didn't tease him again. She twisted open her water bottle and took a couple of sips.

Grandma Fu stepped off the court for a rest. Shen Tingzhou played a game against Xu Xun and surprisingly managed to narrowly win.

Shen Tingzhou felt his game was on fire. As he flexed his wrists, ready for another round, Sang Qing arrived with some tea and snacks.

As he passed by the Steward, he was clearly at least three centimeters taller than the Steward.

Shen Tingzhou's eyes followed Sang Qing's back, feeling something was off. They were about the same height before; how could he suddenly be taller? Could it be—

Old Steward Sang had added insoles!

Did Old Steward Sang overhear his conversation with Sangyan? But he didn't seem like someone who would compete for superiority.

Looking at his upright and serious face, Shen Tingzhou couldn't imagine him padding his shoes back in his room.

But the height difference was so obvious.

Instinctively, Shen Tingzhou glanced at Sangyan beside Fu Huaifei. The other had noticed the issue too, barely able to control his expression, with his lips twitching slightly.

The moment their eyes met, Sangyan hastily looked away.

Oh my god, oh my god, his father...

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The Steward seemed to notice the problem too, glancing at Sang Qing's shoes before leaving the court. When he returned, he was also taller.

Seeing the Steward now slightly taller than Sang Qing, Shen Tingzhou's eyes gleamed.

It's getting competitive, it's getting competitive!

They're competing with insoles!

While Grandma Fu was drinking her tea, she accidentally spilled some onto Sang Qing's sleeve. "Are you alright?"

The scalding tea didn't faze Sang Qing at all. "I'm fine, Madam. I'll just go change into another shirt."

Sang Qing walked back, unbuttoning his shirt cuff, revealing a glimpse of a tattoo.

Though only a corner was visible, it was clear that the tattoo covered a large area. Shen Tingzhou was greatly shocked upon seeing it.

Is it a full arm tattoo?

The composed and stern Old Steward Sang actually has a full arm tattoo!