After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

Finally, the banquet party departed amidst the gratitude expressed by the two individuals.

"If I hadn't been born in Beijing, my life would probably be like this."

Lu Ze was deeply moved by what he had just witnessed, and a feeling of compassion welled up within him.

It wasn't just Lu Ze; everyone present was a young nobleman born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Born at the peak, living in an area where land is incredibly valuable, they've never seen anything like this before.

Especially when I saw the calluses on the hands of those two sedan chair carriers, and their backs bent over from the burdens of life...

Despite being about the same age as her father, she could only kneel on the ground and beg others for help in order to get her son medical treatment.

The key point is that even when life is so impoverished, one must still adhere to one's moral principles.

"Don't let your life be confined by the capital. Have you forgotten that slum in the north of the city?" Xu Zhiyuan had already seen it before, along with Zhu Yan and Lu Ze.

Lu Ze knew, of course, that he simply couldn't understand why the world was the way it was.

"Brother Yan, tell me, why is it that in such a prosperous and developed world, there are still so many people living in poverty due to the hardships of life?"

Zhu Yan walked alone at the front, her steps never faltering, though her tone was tinged with sadness.

"The tragedy of our times."

……

After dawdling for a while, we found a place to stay on the mountaintop, ready to enjoy the sunrise the next morning.

But as soon as I entered the hotel, I heard a familiar voice.

"Your hotel is so small and so dirty, how can anyone stay here!" Song Shihuan was carried up the mountain by his bodyguards and was now throwing a tantrum in the hotel.

"Sir, this is already the best hotel on Fog Mountain. It has private rooms, which is much more luxurious than the one next door, which is only the size of a tent with a transparent roof." The receptionist could only answer patiently despite encountering such an unreasonable guest.

"I want to stay in a five-star hotel! I won't stay in this lousy place." Song Shihuan complained while looking around the hotel with disdain.

Receptionist: If you're not staying, get the hell out of here!!!

凸(艹皿艹 )

Of course, on the surface, one still has to wear a smile and say, "Excuse me, sir, we don't have what you need. Goodbye."

Jiang Ci was originally the crown prince of G country, spending his days indulging in pleasure and playing the field. This was the first time he had ever seen such a scene.

Already feeling guilty and compassionate, he was now seeing Song Shihuan acting unreasonably and arrogantly in the inn, and his emotions suddenly erupted, causing him to rush over.

"Take it or leave it. If you don't like it, get out. A small place like Wushan can't accommodate a big shot like you." Jiang Ci didn't hold back and rammed right into him.

"Hello, could you please give us a few rooms?" he then said to the receptionist.

He already had a face that could seduce people, making it impossible for her to look away, not to mention that Jiang Ci had now stood up for him and angrily confronted the young master.

He looks absolutely stunning!

The receptionist was stunned, staring intently at Jiang Ci.

"Little Yanyan, look, look! I told you Jiang Ci wasn't honest. Now he's gone to play the hero and save the damsel in distress, completely bewitching that little girl." Xu Zhiyuan seized every opportunity to tarnish Jiang Ci's image.

"See? He's a killer, both men and women. He's dangerous. You should stay away from him."

(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Jiang Ci: !!!

Slander, all of it is slander!

But Jiang Ci couldn't hear it.

"Sir, I'm sorry, we only have one room left today, but it has a large dormitory-style room that can accommodate 8 to 9 people."

Despite Jiang Ci's beauty and charming demeanor, the receptionist remained dedicated and answered Jiang Ci's questions earnestly.

It was just... a serious look at Jiang Ci's face.

(๑♡⌓♡๑)

"This one will do."

If there's no other choice, it's better than sleeping on the mountaintop.

"Fine, I won't stay here. I don't want a place like this! In a few days, I'll have my brother raze your entire mountain to the ground." Song Shihuan genuinely despised this dilapidated inn.

Song Shihuan, relying on his noble status, boasted without fear of making a fool of himself, but Zheng Bo felt that he was about to die.

Who recommended him for this job?

He promised he would never kill him.

¯_ʘ‿ʘ_/¯

"Oh, little eunuch, your master seems to be a bit feverish. Give him some loofah soup." Lu Ze's mouth was always sharp; even after following Zhu Yan, he didn't forget to make a sarcastic remark.

Song Shihuan was still somewhat angry upon hearing this, but Zheng Bo...

Haha, I think so too.

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After the rooms were arranged, the exhausted group could no longer hold on. They rushed into the rooms and collapsed onto the communal beds.

"Get up, aren't you disgusted?" Zhu Yan walked over and kicked the people who were sprawled on the bed.

"We don't mind if it's dirty." Lu Ze couldn't get up. "No, no, I'm stuck to the bed."

"I mean you're dirty." Zhu Yan remained silent.

The room was clean and cozy, and the blankets on the bed were spotless and odorless.

But they had been climbing the mountain for so long and had sweated a lot.

The reason for the banquet was to prevent them from getting the other people's bedding dirty.

Lu Ze: (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Zhu Yan ignored them and went to take a shower first.

When they came out, they found that the children still wouldn't move, so they just threw them all into the toilet.

There were two toilets in the room. Jiang Ci had just finished washing up and came out, but this young master had never experienced hardship. After walking for several hours, his legs started to go weak, and he staggered to the bedside and sat down.

Zhu Yan found a corner against the wall, intending to go straight to sleep.

But seeing Jiang Ci's weak appearance, he suddenly felt like teasing her.

"Jiang Ci." Zhu Yan called his name from the bedside.

Jiang Ci hadn't even settled into his seat when he heard Zhu Yan call him, and he dragged his leg step by step toward him.

"Young Master?" Jiang Ci's face showed exhaustion.

"Oh, it's nothing, my legs are a little sore, I asked you to come and massage them for me." Zhu Yan paused for a moment, "but seeing that you're about to collapse, I'll pass."

Jiang Ci, who was looking listless, saw the smile in Zhu Yan's eyes.

(つ﹏＜.)

The young master did it on purpose.

Zhu Yan usually doesn't let Jiang Ci touch him, which makes Jiang Ci feel itchy inside.

Today, Jiang Ci was exhausted, so she deliberately came to seduce him.

"I'm not tired, I'll give you a massage."

Jiang Ci would never let such a good opportunity slip by.

The fatigue on his face vanished completely, replaced by excitement.

This surprised Zhu Yan. She had only teased him because she was sure he wouldn't come over, seeing how tired he was.

Go to sleep.

After all, he was someone who had been waited on since childhood, and Zhu Yan couldn't bear to see him like that, so she let him go to rest.

"No." Jiang Ci was quite stubborn. "You can't take back what you said."

He walked over to the banquet in his slippers and sat down on the large communal bed.

Zhu Yan had just finished showering and changed out of her trousers, wearing a pair of black shorts, her shapely legs draped conspicuously on the bed.

Jiang Ci swallowed hard, barely making it out.

She used to always seduce me

Now, the opportunity has finally arrived.

(✷‿✷)