Chapter 63: Packing Up the Eldest Young Master and Taking Him Away

Chapter 63: Packing Up the Eldest Young Master and Taking Him Away

"Ah, so this is the truth." The richest man, Liang Jing, spoke with a slightly heavy tone, but his gaze towards Li Wenzhao now carried a hint of pity. "I only knew you were arrogant and domineering before, but I never expected you to be so bold and meticulous, excelling in all kinds of skills."

Li Wenzhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "..."

Jing Yi quietly added, "Yes, our eldest young master is so good, but unfortunately, even with his skills, he can't always outmaneuver those who scheme against him."

"What's there to fear?" Liang Jing patted the table. "From now on, if you encounter any trouble, just give me a shout. I can't stand those who bully others with their power."

"Young man from the Li family, if you ever face such a situation again, don't climb tall buildings barehanded. It's dangerous. If something happens, come to Uncle Liang, and I'll help you."

Li Wenzhao: "..."

In the span of a meal, they had gone from strangers to uncle and nephew, just like that.

Li Wenzhao couldn't help but admire Jing Yi's social skills, which had rapidly built a bond as if he were a bandit.

"Thank you, Uncle Liang." Jing Yi took it in stride, raising his cup. "I'll use tea... um, water... juice as a substitute for wine. Let's have a toast together."

Liang Jing: "Hahaha, let's go!"

Li Wenzhao, still in a daze, followed along and drank two cups. Under Liang Jing's insistence, they even exchanged contact information and agreed to visit during the New Year.

After the meal, Liang Jing was picked up by his assistant.

Jing Yi was also stuffed. The richest man could really drink, having finished two pots of juice. Fortunately, they hadn't ordered any alcohol.

After seeing Liang Jing off, Li Wenzhao returned and gently touched Jing Yi's warm cheek. "Can you still move?"

What kind of question was that? Jing Yi stood up abruptly. "Of course I can. I didn't drink any alcohol."

He was just a bit sleepy from eating too much. He let out a subtle yawn, his eyes glistening with moisture. He quickly blinked, his gaze clear and bright.

Li Wenzhao's heart softened, and he couldn't bring himself to hold Jing Yi accountable for tarnishing his reputation. "You didn't drink? You were spouting nonsense all night."

Like how he single-handedly took down 88 bodyguards barehanded.

Piloted a helicopter abroad to rescue trapped Li Corporation employees.

After losing an important project, he wandered alone on a stormy, thunderous night, lost in thought...

And so on.

The more outlandish, the better.

These absurd statements could make anyone laugh, yet the old and young at the table had been thoroughly entertained—the young butler spinning tales, the richest man enjoying the stories, and the atmosphere at the table strangely harmonious.

"It wasn't nonsense," Jing Yi said. "It was mainly to block Shen Shubai's escape routes. Let's just say the eldest young master was sacrificing himself for the sake of the family business."

After saying this, he giggled twice. "Come to think of it, we just stirred up some trouble together, right?"

The two of them really had chemistry.

"..." This was a sacrifice he had no desire to make.

Li Wenzhao could already imagine the bizarre rumors that would soon spread from the richest man's household.

The meal lasted until nine in the evening, and as soon as they stepped out, Jing Yi was greeted by a face full of cold wind.

"It's snowing."

The dark night sky was continuously dropping light, white snowflakes, already quietly covering the ground with a thin layer.

"Do you like snow?" Li Wenzhao asked.

Jing Yi honestly replied, "Yeah, it's alright. If I could eat it, I'd like it more."

"..."

Li Wenzhao glanced at his watch, his gaze falling to the side: "I heard there's a New Year's Eve light show at Central Park tonight. Do you want to go see it?"

Jing Yi wasn't very interested in anything that wasn't edible, keeping his head down as he walked forward: "No, I think..."

After a couple of steps, he stopped.

What kind of person was Li Wenzhao, to be interested in such things, and to bring it up now...

Oh. Jing Yi shyly pressed his lips together.

The eldest young master wants to go on a date.

He smoothly slipped back: "I think... it might be nice to see."

"..."

The light show was in the most bustling part of the city center, gentle and romantic on New Year's Eve, with crowds of people out celebrating.

The wide square of Central Park was filled with silhouettes, various lights interweaving, and a small New Year's Eve concert was being held, the excitement making it hard to take your eyes off it.

"Eldest young master, that seems quite delicious too," Jing Yi said, his eyes wandering over the night market stalls.

Li Wenzhao calmly replied, "Can you finish it?"

Jing Yi looked down at the half-eaten hand-held pancake in his hand, lost in thought: "..."

Li Wenzhao looked at him with a gentle temper: "Wasting is shameful, Jing Butler."

Jing Yi swallowed his saliva looking at the distant stalls: "Space is like water in a sponge; you can always squeeze out more."

"I want to eat."

Li Wenzhao raised an eyebrow, taking out his phone.

Jing Yi leaned over: "Are you going to buy it for me?"

"No," Li Wenzhao said indifferently: "I'm worried that the hospital beds will be very tight during New Year's, so I'll have Doctor Yin reserve a spot for you in advance."

Jing Yi: "..."

Time slowly slid towards midnight, the square becoming more crowded, the stage surrounded by piles of fireworks, many people waiting to see the New Year's Eve fireworks.

The lights changed unpredictably, Li Wenzhao's face hidden in the shadows, his features well-defined.

Jing Yi tilted his head, his blinking speed quickening.

He was so lucky to have snagged an NPC like Li Wenzhao, whose looks and figure were like something out of a golden legend.

He looks so handsome from every angle.

Jing Yi was secretly watching when someone suddenly bumped into him, causing him to lurch forward into the arms of the person in front.

He instinctively turned his head and saw a girl behind him wink at him, whispering, "No problem, I've seen you eyeing this hottie for a while now."

Li Wenzhao looked up, puzzled: "...?"

Jing Yi: "..."

Can't you whisper more quietly? Do you want everyone to hear?

The girl grinned and sauntered off with her friends. Jing Yi turned his head and realized they had been pushed to a corner of the square without noticing.

As soon as he shifted, Li Wenzhao's fingers tightened slightly around his waist: "I had no idea you were so into me?"

Jing Yi blushed, his boldness growing: "So what? Is that not allowed..."

Li Wenzhao's eyes darkened, and he sighed softly: "You only dare to tease me in public."

Jing Yi blinked, not yet reacting, when Li Wenzhao pinched his cheek, "I'll keep this in mind and settle it with you later."

Jing Yi panicked: "Why are you holding a grudge?"

Li Wenzhao chuckled lightly, his eyebrows raised: "Why not?"

Jing Yi glanced up, his eyes trailing from Li Wenzhao's chin to his lips.

A few seconds later, heart pounding, Jing Yi stepped forward, stood on his tiptoes, and lightly kissed Li Wenzhao's lips—a fleeting touch like a dragonfly skimming water—then quickly retreated like a snail.

"..."

Li Wenzhao was momentarily stunned.

Jing Yi's face was completely red.

Li Wenzhao: "You..."

"There seems to be something fun over there, let's go take a look..."

The young butler said, then turned and hurried away in a fluster.

Li Wenzhao stood still, watching Jing Yi's retreating figure, as if a magical door had been opened.

...

It was late at night when the two finally left the park.

Jing Yi calmed down: "Where are we going back to?"

Li Wenzhao looked down at him: "The old house."

"Okay."

Talking about going home, Jing Yi remembered his newly acquired small apartment, exquisite and beautiful, wondering when he could move in.

Li Wenzhao walked closer, clearly hearing the young butler's inner thoughts, his eyes darkening.

By the time they got home, it was already ten at night. Jing Yi bid farewell to Li Wenzhao and returned to his butler's room. Today, he had maxed out Shen Shubai's favor and trust in front of the richest man, and his sense of achievement was immense.

After a quick shower, Jing Yi took out his phone to idly scroll through it, not expecting anyone to chat with him in the middle of the night.

[Secretary Fan]: Jing Yi, there's a slight issue with the renovation. Your apartment might not be delivered as soon as expected.

[Your Jing Grandpa]: How long will it take o.O?

He hoped it wouldn't delay his important matters.

[Secretary Fan]: It’ll probably take a year.

[Your Jing Grandpa]: A year! Secretary Fan, did you hire the Empress Dowager's construction crew?

[Secretary Fan]: ...

[Secretary Fan]: This renovation company is of high quality, so they have many clients and limited schedules. This is the best I could secure.

Jing Yi rolled around on the bed and decided to trust Secretary Fan. As the right-hand man of Li Wenzhao, handling such trivial matters was surely more experienced than him.

[Your Jing Grandpa]: Are you satisfied with the package?

[Secretary Fan]: Yes, of course.

Alright then.

Considering the quality, he wouldn't fuss over the construction period. He could just trick Li Wenzhao into going there a year later.

It's fine if it's a bit late; slow and steady wins the race.

Jing Yi put down his phone contentedly, patted the soft and clean pillow, buried himself in it, and comfortably closed his eyes.

Little phone, cozy bed, as long as the three of us are happy, that’s all that matters.

·

·

The next day was New Year's Day.

Jing Yi originally had no plans, but early in the morning, he was woken up by a call from Old Jing, who told him to come home for the holiday.

"...You've been working for a few months, and if I didn't make this call, you really wouldn't know to come home, would you?" The voice on the phone was scolding.

Jing Yi was woken up by the scolding and gently retorted, "...I didn't."

Although it wasn't the first time they met, he still couldn't get close to Old Jing. The old man was quite elderly, compared to Liang Jing, he was really old, and his temper was fiery. Jing Yi had no experience dealing with elders and didn't know how to act like a proper son without giving himself away.

"On New Year's Day, the butler of the Li family has a day off," Old Jing said. "When are you planning to come back?"

Jing Yi reluctantly propped himself up in bed, "I’ll check with the eldest young master first."

Only then did Old Jing seem satisfied, urging him to decide early, as he would prepare something delicious at home and wait for him.

Jing Yi hummed in agreement and hung up the phone, completely awake now.

Well, that’s that.

Lately, things have been too chaotic, and he almost forgot what the original "Jing Butler" was like—was he as detail-oriented as Secretary Fan, or as sharp and focused as Secretary Zou?

Definitely not like me.

Jing Yi jumped out of bed, quickly got ready, and ran to the main house to find Li Wenzhao.

On this rare holiday, Li Wenzhao stood by the window, doing nothing but listening to the soft sound of falling snow outside.

There was a gentle knock on the door behind him.

Li Wenzhao: "Come in."

"Eldest young master," a familiar voice said.

Li Wenzhao turned around. It was Jing Yi's first time stepping into Li Wenzhao's private quarters, and he was a bit nervous. "Um, I wanted to ask you, what kind of person do you think Jing Butler is?"

Li Wenzhao: "?"

On the first day of the new year, the young butler comes over to write his autobiography?

"Lively, impulsive, a bit of a glutton, and highly skilled in writing," Li Wenzhao said.

Jing Yi: "..."

"Are you giving an honest opinion?"

Li Wenzhao chuckled softly: "Why do you ask?"

"It's Old Jing..." Jing Yi said with a troubled expression. "He wants me to go home for a meal, and I'm afraid I'll give myself away."

After all, he's an outsider. No matter how much he acts, it won't be convincing.

He's afraid that the old man won't be able to handle knowing that his son has been swapped out.

Li Wenzhao thought for a moment: "Actually, you could find a way to distract Jing Uncle, so he won't notice the changes in you."

Jing Yi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up. That could work.

But what method could he use to completely distract Old Jing and make him ignore his son...

A few seconds later, Jing Yi suddenly looked up, his eyes shining as he gazed at Li Wenzhao.

Li Wenzhao: "...?"

Jing Yi flashed a standard eight-tooth smile: "Then I'll just bring back some local delicacies."

Li Wenzhao: "...?"

What kind of local delicacy would make the young butler show such a strange smile.

·

The Jing family lived in an old neighborhood in the suburbs of the capital city, with flowers, trees, and a yard, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

"Jing Uncle," a young man's voice called out from the kitchen. "The soup is almost ready. Should we get ready to eat?"

Old Jing sat on the sofa, glancing at the wall clock. "Wait a bit longer, my son will be home soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

Old Jing looked at the video phone, and his temper flared up immediately. "Why are you ringing the doorbell at your own home? Did you lose your keys again, you troublemaker..."

As the door opened, what greeted him was Li Wenzhao in a formal suit.

"..."

Jing Yi stepped out from behind his employer. "Old Jing, I brought the eldest young master to see you. Are you happy?"

Old Jing: "..."

Li Wenzhao: "..."