Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 1692: Chapter 9: Yun Boss and Little Cousin Extra (9)

At this moment in the Peach Garden, aside from the person on duty, there was another individual present. He had brought his wife and daughter to listen to a performance during the day, but their little girl left something behind here.

It’s quite unfortunate. It’s not really something valuable, but it was gifted by that kid from the Fu Family, and their little girl treasured it greatly.

The little girl insisted on having it, so since he was passing by tonight, he came to retrieve it.

He heard the sound of screeching brakes outside and frowned slightly.

This place in the Peach Garden is open and spacious, with no nearby intersections; it’s rare to hear such sharp and piercing brake noises.

"What’s going on?"

"I’ll go check it out."

"No need, I’m about to leave." Holding his daughter’s item, he listened and realized the sound was coming from the back door, so he turned and headed towards the back.

**

Yun Hezhi originally thought it might be the staff from the Peach Garden; there’s always someone on duty here at night. But before he could see clearly, that person directly charged towards them.

"Let go, let go of her!"

The man’s voice was sharp and piercing, with a hysterical scream.

Fan Zhengyu was startled sober by the scream.

She had been drinking, and her actions were sluggish.

Yun Hezhi frowned and, just as the man lunged towards them, grabbed Fan Zhengyu. Her body wobbled and fell into his embrace.

Her breathing was heavy, and her balance was unstable; instinctively, her hands sought something to cling onto, grabbing his waistcoat...

But Yun Hezhi wasn’t thinking of anything romantic at the moment, as he had already recognized the person in front of him.

The man who presented flowers to Fan Zhengyu on stage today.

"Let go, damn it! I told you to let go of him. Who do you think you are? You’re not allowed to touch her." The man’s voice was high-pitched.

"Who do you think you are? Don’t touch her!"

The man screamed madly, hysterical, nearly insane, especially seeing the two of them closely pressed together, seemingly on the brink of losing control, absolutely furious.

His eyes seemed to burn like a frantic beast.

"You creature, neither man nor woman, why are you touching her!"

"You’re just a low-grade actor."

Fan Zhengyu turned to look at him, but the man had already charged over. Her pupils trembled, and the next second, the back of her head was held—

Directly!

Pressed into his embrace.

"Don’t look at him."

The man completely lost control, dashing forward. However, Yun Hezhi tightened his hold on her, turning and spotting an opportunity, he raised his foot—

Kicking directly!

Without hesitation!

The man had charged too fiercely. Countered by inertia, his body crashed to the ground, his gaze met Yun’s, causing his heart to tremble.

This man, so agile on stage, singing as Yang Guifei, seemed to have burning fire in his eyes.

Momentarily releasing a chilling aura that shocked him, causing his breath to catch.

Once he scrambled up, preparing to counterattack, the door at the back opened.

The man in front wore extremely simple clothes, yet his posture was elegant, rebellious yet noble, with a sharp demeanor.

"What’s happening here?" The man observed the current scene.

However, the crazed fan had already lost his sanity, unable to rationalize who the person before him was; he crawled up and lunged at Yun Hezhi again.

A shadow swiftly leaped out, kicking him over. His body collided with his car with a dull sound.

Fan Zhengyu, still held in Yun Hezhi’s embrace, instinctively wanted to see what happened when she heard the noise. As she just slightly moved, he pressed her firmly.

"Don’t move—" His voice was gentle, yet carried an irresistible deterrent force.

After being kicked over, two people went forward, holding the man down. He was still struggling desperately, "Who the hell are you all? Let me go, let go—"

"Causing trouble in my place, don’t you know who I am?" The man’s voice was full of charisma, with a strong Beijing accent. He turned to look at Yun Hezhi, seeing a girl still in his embrace, a hint of astonishment flickered in his eyes. He was about to speak but was interrupted.

"I’m looking for that low-grade actor. It’s none of your business. You’re meddling."

The man shifted his gaze, smiling at him:

"What did you say? Low-grade actor? Well, it’s quite the coincidence; my mother also performed on stage..."

Suddenly focused on his gaze.

The man laughed, but his eyes revealed killing intent.

"Sixth master, how should we deal with this person?"

"What do you think? As usual."

From start to finish, Fan Zhengyu was held in Yun Hezhi’s embrace. It wasn’t until she heard the title "Sixth Master" that she realized who had arrived—

The Sixth Master of the Chuanbei Family, Jing Hanchuan!

This person was notoriously infamous for being merciless.

This Peach Garden was indeed owned by their family; this was definitely their territory.

The man’s mouth was gagged and dragged away. Fan Zhengyu later never heard anything about him again, nor did he ever disturb them again.

She once suspected that this person was taken care of by the Jing Family...

Drowned to silence them.

**

After dealing with the troublemaker, Jing Hanchuan finally looked at the man still embracing the young lady, "Boss Yun, what are you doing at the Peach Garden so late?"

Moreover...

Isn’t it time for you to let go?

Holding so tightly that her face can’t be seen.

He had known Yun Hezhi for many years, but it was the first time he had seen him so nervously protective of someone.

Fan Zhengyu was not so drunk as to be unconscious, and the shock from earlier events had sobered her up considerably. Lying in Yun Hezhi’s arms, she naturally felt it inappropriate and wanted to break free, but her head was pressed down, and her waist was held by a pair of hands.

The earlier tension had passed, and the sudden closeness made her heart race.

Yun Hezhi loosened his grip on her waist slightly and looked down at her, "Are you okay?"

His voice was especially gentle.

It actually startled Jing Hanchuan.

"No, there’s nothing wrong," Fan Zhengyu said as she was finally able to breathe fresh air after being tightly held in his arms. It was then she realized her hands were still clutching his clothes, the hem creased under her grip.

"As long as you’re okay."

Yun Hezhi’s fingers slid off the back of her head and, before leaving, brushed her hair.

An indescribable emotion surged between them—

Ambiguous, flowing.

Fan Zhengyu felt like she was about to suffocate.

Until she heard someone behind her clear their throat, finally bringing her back to her senses. She turned to greet him, "Sixth Master."

Jing Hanchuan was rarely ignored...

Yun Hezhi had a very good relationship with his mother. She was the one who made him famous, and normally, Yun Hezhi didn’t have the usual fawning attitude towards him, sometimes even argued with him; but now...

Focusing on the young lady in front, he outright ignored him.

Since when did he have to rely on coughing to draw others’ attention?

...

After such an incident, it was certain Fan Zhengyu was a bit frightened. Everyone went into the Peach Garden, and the Jing Family served Fan Zhengyu tea to calm her nerves.

"Thank you," Fan Zhengyu said with a smile, but since Yun Hezhi and Jing Hanchuan had gone out, facing several members of the Jing Family alone, she felt somewhat afraid.

After all, the Chuanbei Family...

Was notorious!

The scariest part was, why were these people smiling at her?

That made it even more bizarre.

Meanwhile, Yun Hezhi and Jing Hanchuan were standing outside, discussing the crazed fan incident from earlier.

"...So it was a fan," Jing Hanchuan chuckled lightly, "I thought you might have offended some enemy, given how easy it is to offend people with your mouth."

"I am very measured when speaking and won’t easily offend others," Yun Hezhi replied bluntly.

"But you’ve offended me before," Jing Hanchuan chuckled.

"Will you retaliate against me?"

Jing Hanchuan gritted his teeth. He had no courage to retaliate because of Yun Hezhi’s good relationship with his mother, so he was often helpless in front of Yun Hezhi.

"Sixth Master, I have a favor to ask of you."

"For you to ask me, rare indeed, let’s hear it."

"Let’s keep this matter here; I don’t want too many people to know." It wasn’t something glorious, and Yun Hezhi preferred to handle it privately, while Jing Hanchuan had the capability to do so.

"Plead with me," Jing Hanchuan, considering himself no saint, was rather amused at the idea of deliberately making it difficult for him.

Yun Hezhi glanced at him:

"Is it appropriate for you to be so childish?"

"..."

Jing Hanchuan had no means against him. If he didn’t agree, Yun Hezhi would definitely approach his mother, and there was no need to bother her, so he had to nod in agreement.

"Why did you bring the young lady to the Peach Garden so late?" Jing Hanchuan was still curious.

"Had some business to attend to."

"What kind of business?"

"Why are you here so late?"

"To pick up something for Xingyao. The girl left something here during the day; it was a gift from that boy from the Fu Family, and she cherishes it immensely." Jing Hanchuan felt suffocated at the thought, that boy from the Fu Family frequently visited them to fish, always managing to make his daughter extremely happy.

"Instead of concerning yourself with my matters, you should put more thought into guarding against that young master from the Fu Family. Be careful not to let him fish away your family’s fish and steal your daughter’s heart too."

This made Jing Hanchuan furious.

He knew this man had a sharp tongue. What do kids know about stealing hearts?

However, later on, his daughter’s heart was indeed stolen... and that’s another story entirely.