Chapter 7: The Chosen Green Tea

Chapter 7: Destined to Be a Green Tea

The netizens’ answers were wildly varied, with opinions ranging all over the place, and the discussion quickly spiraled into nonsense.

Assistant Xu was baffled—how had the CEO suddenly become interested in stray dogs just in the time it took to get out of the car?

And besides…

Where would there even be stray dogs around here?

Xu glanced around but spotted none. He then cautiously asked the commanding man beside him, "Third Young Master, are you… thinking about getting a pet?"

Yi Siyu didn’t answer. He shut off his tablet and looked again at the boy sitting on a small stool, completely engrossed in devouring his rice noodle rolls.

A second ago, he’d looked like a drowned rat after getting caught in the rain, but now someone had handed him food and he was cheerful again.

So quick to cheer up.

The boy’s face was a riot of expressions as he ate—hesitant and shy at first, then after a tentative bite, suddenly wolfing it down like he was starving.

It made the man in the car unconsciously clench his jaw.

As an Yi family heir, he’d never stoop to eating street food, but the boy’s gusto was so infectious that Yi Siyu found himself curious about those rice noodle rolls.

Could they really be that delicious?

Or was it because his family treated him poorly, leaving him hungry?

Once again, that odd, nagging feeling resurfaced.

...

*Ding—Green Tea behavior detected! Green Tea Points +10.*

Jian Ye, who had been happily digging into his meal, froze mid-bite at the sudden notification.

The random alert threw him off.

*"Jian Ye: Wait... I'm just eating, not talking to anyone. How did I randomly get Green Tea Points?"*

*"System 748: Beats me~ The system automatically senses Green Tea elements."*

Jian Ye put down his chopsticks and checked his surroundings.

Points don’t just pop up for no reason—someone must be watching him right now.

Otherwise, how could he have “baited” them?

He scanned the area but still couldn't find the source.

The food alley was packed with people—anyone might’ve been eyeing him.

*"Jian Ye: Is my eating style too 'green tea'?"*

*"System 748: Maybe it's not how you're sitting. Look beside you."*

Jian Ye turned his head and saw a ragged beggar with a bowl, pleading for spare change.

A kind-hearted person dropped a freshly bought piece of bread into the bowl, and immediately the boy grabbed it and stuffed his mouth full.

The sight looked just like Jian Ye at that moment, his cheeks bulging with food, still not having fully swallowed.

"..."

"Jian Ye: The hell?! That guy thinks I'm a beggar?"

"System 748: I didn't say anything."

"Jian Ye: Tch! Tch! If this is what Green Tea Points get me, I'd rather not have them! I want a refund!"

"System 748: The system doesn’t support refunds for Green Tea Points. That person might still be watching you."

Hearing this, Jian Ye quickly stood up, turned his back, and gulped down hard on the last bite.

Who the heck is that? Do I look like some starving beggar?

No way. Gotta return the plate to the proprietress and get out of this awkward situation!

...

The traffic jam finally cleared.

The black car joined the moving traffic.

Yi Siyu watched as the boy finished all the food on his plate, lingering over it with reluctance. Those wide, puppy-dog eyes stared at the empty dish for quite a while before he finally turned away—maybe even licking it clean.

The streets were full of stray dogs, and Yi Siyu wasn’t the type to feel sympathy for every single one.

But this one... caught his attention.

—

After returning home, Auntie Liu noticed the water stains on her young master and hurried to dry him off with a clean towel.

Although Jian Ye had later bought an umbrella, the parts of his clothes soaked earlier hadn’t dried yet, and the cold wind made him sneeze.

"Young Master, why didn’t you call me to pick you up?" Butler Zhang asked with concern, taking the wet coat from Jian Ye.

"It’s fine, Uncle Zhang. Just a little rain—I didn’t want to bother you."

Butler Zhang glanced at the umbrella in the boy’s hand, which was still dripping.

Not very convincing… This wasn’t just a drizzle today.

Worried sick, Auntie Liu had already rushed to the kitchen to make brown sugar ginger tea.

Jian Ye’s thoughtfulness toward the servants made Butler Zhang and Auntie Liu truly believe their young master had a saint’s kindness.

Afraid he might catch a cold, Auntie Liu insisted he take a hot bath right away.

As soon as he came out, he was handed a piping-hot mug of ginger tea.

Jian Ye took a sip and let out a satisfied "ahh."

"Jian Ye: System, this young master life rocks! The original owner had no idea how lucky he was."

"System 748: But he's just an expendable character."

"Jian Ye—Even a minor antagonist has their own way of surviving. Can't I just keep my head down? I won't get in the protagonists' way."

Besides, the original novel is still being written, and it hasn’t even described what happens to 'Paohui Jian Ye.' Jian Ye believed everything was possible—he didn’t want to defy fate, only to live quietly and uneventfully.

"Young Master, the family estate has asked you to come back tomorrow," Butler Zhang reminded him.

Jian Ye gave a slight nod. "I know—I've already received their message."

"Then will you be going or—"

"Of course I'm going!" Jian Ye frowned. "Why wouldn't I?"

After searching through the original host’s memories, Jian Ye learned that the Jian Family had a rule: younger generations must return to the family estate once a week, with exceptions requiring formal notice.

Old Mr. Jian placed great emphasis on this sense of ritual—hierarchy between elders and juniors, respect and propriety were the hallmarks of a distinguished family.

But Jian Ye thought it was less about ritual and more about...

The old man not wanting to be an empty-nester.

After all, who wouldn’t want to enjoy filial piety and family warmth in their later years?

Except Old Mr. Jian probably never imagined that the so-called "filial" children he envisioned were actually a den of greedy wolves.

Butler Zhang looked awkward and continued, "After your... tantrum last time at the estate, you swore that... you’d never step foot there again, and if you did, you'd be..."

Jian Ye unexpectedly finished the sentence with practiced ease: "A dog?"

Butler Zhang coughed but neither confirmed nor denied.

Jian Ye facepalmed in dismay.

"Jian Ye—System! Tell me, is this kind of childish threat something a green tea bitch would say?"

"System 748: When God created the original host, He added green tea powder with His left hand and attention-seeking powder with His right… then His right hand slipped and added too much."

[Jian Ye: Alright, no need to elaborate—you can just say 'Paohui Jian Ye' is more drama than tea.]

"System 748: Well, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. The author’s original plan called for more tea than drama, but when the original host escaped this world, a dimensional bug occurred. That’s why the main system sent me to bring a host here to fix it."

"Jian Ye: None of you even asked for my opinion! Fated to be a green tea bitch—I refuse!"

But now, he had no right to refuse.

Jian Ye rubbed his face and asked sheepishly, "Who exactly did I say this in front of?"

Butler Zhang: "Everyone at the Jian family estate."

Jian Ye: "..."

Butler Zhang: "Including the Mo family guests visiting that day."

Jian Ye: "!!!"

The prestigious Mo Family of Yunjing was also one of the Jian Family’s old friends, with ongoing business partnerships and social ties.

On the very day Old Mr. Jian brought up the marriage alliance, the patriarch of the Mo Family happened to be visiting with some younger relatives.

That visit had nothing to do with business—it was purely about getting the younger generations of both families to become friends. That way, when the Jian and Mo family businesses got handed down to the next generation, the relationship between these two powerful clans would be even more solid.

It was all about long-term gains.

Actually, Old Master Jian hadn’t planned to bring up the marriage alliance between the Jians and the Yis in front of the Mos that day.

He was pushed into it by those scheming members from the first and second branches of the Jian family, who kept pushing his buttons.

After all, bringing this up in front of the Mos would make anyone with half a brain think the Jians were showing off—like they’d hitched their wagon to the Yi family’s star and now they could ride their coattails to easy street.

We’re talking about the Yi family—the biggest power players in Yunjing, a club most people couldn’t even get into.

If the Jians really managed to hook up with the Yis, it would give the whole Jian clan a huge boost. It was only a matter of time before they surged ahead and left other families in their social league in the dust.

Luckily, the Mo patriarch was big-hearted. The older generations already had a long history with the Jians, so he didn’t take offense at the marriage plan between the Jians and the Yis.

In fact, after hearing the news, he genuinely offered his congratulations.

But what did “Paohui Jiaye” do?

The boy quickly ran through the memory in his head, and a few horrifying scenes flashed by.

The original Jiaye had been crushed after a breakup, and when he heard his grandfather announce he was supposed to marry the Yi family’s third son, he totally snapped.

This was the last damn straw, and the already attention-seeking “Paohui Jiaye” turned into a total psycho.

Right in front of everyone, he smashed an antique vase sitting in the living room, then made like he was going to use the pieces to slit his wrist.

Only by tackling him did the staff manage to stop what could’ve been a bloody scene that day.

When his stunt failed, “Paohui Jiaye” screamed out that middle-school-level tantrum in rage and grief, then stormed out crying.

Jiaye: Holy. Shit.

After recalling everything, Jiaye could only mutter those three words in shock.

System 748: So, are you still going back to the Jian house tomorrow?

The system sounded like a popcorn-munching bystander, watching the drama unfold.

Jiaye: Is this seriously part of the plot? The author didn’t write any of this, did they?

System 748: These are behind-the-scenes dramas for minor characters. The author focuses on the main story, remember? Why would they waste time on the nitty-gritty of someone as expendable as you?

[Jiaye: The author should’ve just written me out. I actually agree with those commenters who said, “Why hasn’t Jiaye died yet?”]

System 748: But you just said having rich kid privileges was sweet—even if you’re an expendable character, there’s always a way to survive.

Jiaye: …

He wanted to take back those careless words.

Yeah right. Like he deserved to play this role. Deserved being a rich kid who constantly threw himself into cringe-worthy meltdowns?

The original guy got stupid over some crush.

Like wrist-cutting in private would even work—he pulls this shit in front of people?

Unless everyone around him actually wanted him dead, this kind of act was just a bad joke.

No wonder the Jian family disliked the original owner.

He did all this in front of their longtime friends, the Mo family. Old Mr. Jian must’ve been fuming.

A useless grandson causing such a humiliating scene in front of outsiders was nothing short of a disgrace to the old man and the entire Jian family.

It seemed like he’d need to stock up on quick-acting heart pills for future family visits. Jian Ye was afraid that before he could even open his mouth, the old man would instantly cough up blood.

"Author's Note"

Third Young Master Yi: He looks so pathetic. (Spamming Green Tea Points jpg)

Jian Xiaogou: Where did these Green Tea Points come from? (Dog tilting its head jpg)