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

"Knock knock knock—"

Jiang Ci and Xu Zhiyuan exchanged a glance... then both sat down tacitly, without any intention of opening the door.

"Knock knock knock—"

The second knock was slightly more urgent.

Jiang Ci and Xu Zhiyuan remained still, waiting for the other to get up.

"Knock knock knock!!!"

You can hear the extreme anger in his voice on the third listen.

"Are you two waiting for me to open the door?" Zhu Yan, annoyed by the knocking, opened her eyes, looked up, and her unfriendly, even angry gaze fell on the two of them.

Startled, the two of them stood up at the same time, as if by telepathy, and ran to open the door.

Just a moment ago they were acting like it was none of their business, but now they're pushing and shoving each other, trying to stop one another.

The two were such bitter rivals that if Zhu Yan hadn't known them well, they almost would have come to blows.

In the end, it was Xu Zhiyuan who opened the door.

Before him stood Song Shihuan, soaked to the bone, Zheng Bo, and his bodyguard.

"Isn't this our noble little prince? How did he fall to such a state?" Jiang Ci saw Song Shihuan's disheveled appearance through the crack in the door behind Xu Zhiyuan, and her words were full of mockery.

"It's pouring rain outside, and we can't go out. Could you please let the young prince stay here for the night?" Zheng Bo asked hesitantly, his face full of shame.

"Excuse me, our lousy inn is not worthy of your esteemed young prince. Go find your five-star hotel." Xu Zhiyuan had no sympathy for Song Shihuan; on the contrary, he thought he deserved it.

Xu Zhiyuan reached out and grabbed the doorknob, trying to close the door, but Zheng Bo reacted quickly and blocked the door with his hand.

"Please...please, the temperature is low on the mountaintop, and it drops sharply at night. The little prince...he's been rained on and is soaked. He'll get sick if he's out in the cold wind. Please, I beg you."

Actually, Zheng Bo himself was in a worse state. He took off his coat to shield Song Shihuan from the rain, while also holding him in his arms to keep him warm.

He seemed to have forgotten the cold; he was shivering with cold without even realizing it.

Xu Zhiyuan glanced at Song Shihuan, who was nestled in Zheng Bo's arms.

He has completely lost the arrogance he displayed this afternoon; now he looks more like a refugee fleeing a disaster.

But Song Shihuan just wouldn't behave himself. Even though he had already fallen to the point of being dependent on others, he still showed a pair of eyes full of resentment.

"You dare glare at me? Do you really think we're afraid of your status?" Xu Zhiyuan was enraged by that glare and made up his mind to close and lock the door. "Get out, get out, it's none of our business if you freeze to death."

"Let him in." Shen Yan finished drying Zhu Yan's hair and put away the hairdryer.

Zhu Yan was also kept awake by the noise, so she simply sat up in bed and said to Xu Zhiyuan.

"Thank you, thank you." Zheng Bo quickly expressed his gratitude and immediately stuffed Song Shihuan into Xu Zhiyuan's arms, as if afraid that Zhu Yan would change his mind.

Zhu Yan spoke, and Xu Zhiyuan had no choice but to accept it, but he avoided Song Shihuan, not giving him a chance to throw himself into her arms.

Song Shihuan was exhausted, hungry, sleepy, and cold, and could not stand up at all. Xu Zhiyuan did not take him, so he collapsed to the ground.

"Hey, don't try to scam me." Xu Zhiyuan immediately stepped back, afraid that he would get involved.

Song Qian and Qin Ci also came out after washing up, and immediately went to greet Song Shihuan who was sitting on the ground.

It wasn't to help him up, but rather—to see him make a fool of himself.

"Get away!"

"Oh, you've got quite a temper. You should know that it's only because Brother Zhu is kind-hearted that you were allowed in. If you keep acting like this, Brother Zhu might throw you out."

Before he changed his mind, he would always avoid the royal family of the United States.

But now, with Brother Zhu around, he's not afraid even if the sky falls.

"Little Prince, do you have any fun things to share in your M country?" Qin Ci looked at Song Shihuan and had no desire to bully him at all, only a thirst for gossip.

Shen Yan walked over and tapped him on the head, annoyed. "If you keep thinking about gossip, I'll make you the laughingstock of the capital."

"Song Shihuan, how long are you going to sit there and wait? Are you going to wait for someone to serve you a bath?" Zhu Yan urged, seeing Song Shihuan sitting on the ground motionless with his clothes in his arms.

Song Shihuan also realized the situation: he was alone, while they had a group of people.

Unable to win, he could only run to the toilet, feeling both angry and humiliated.

The only brave thing he did was to glare fiercely at Zhu Yan.

Oh.

Zhu Yan did not mind Song Shi's childish behavior.

If it weren't for Song Qigui, who would care whether he lived or died?

When Song Shihuan came out of the toilet, he found that someone had thoughtfully prepared a makeshift bed for him on the floor.

?

Song Shihuan opened her big, bright eyes and ran up to Zhu Yan, staring at him without saying a word, her face full of disbelief.

Zhu Yan didn't say anything, just stared at him.

Finally, Song Shihuan couldn't hold back any longer and questioned, "You're just going to let me sleep here?"

"You can also choose to go out." Zhu Yan raised his chin, indicating that he should turn left after leaving the house and not see him off.

"Can't you have any sense of being a guest in someone else's house? I'm already being kind by giving you a place to sleep, and I even made the bed for you. Instead of being grateful, you dare to complain."

Lu Ze sat on the bed, cursing and blaming Song Shihuan.

Song Shihuan couldn't accept it; he had never suffered such injustice in his life.

Then he pointed to the sofa and questioned Zhu Yan, "Isn't there a sofa? I'm not sleeping on the floor."

The bodyguard, who was originally assigned to sleep on the sofa, remembered that he was a prince after all, so he simply tidied up and let him sleep there, since it didn't matter where he slept anyway.

"Don't move, just sleep there," Zhu Yan said, stopping the bodyguards who were trying to get up.

"You make the bodyguards sleep on the sofa while I sleep on the floor? Do they deserve it?!"

Zhu Yan frowned, her expression somewhat displeased.

This Song Shihuan is even more irritable than Xu Zhiyuan.

"To me, they are more worthy than you." Zhu Yan ignored Song Shihuan's tantrum and lay down on the bed. "If I hear you make a sound again, I'll have you thrown out."

These words touched the two bodyguards.

I never expected that they would be so important in the young master's eyes.

Moving.

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Zhu Yan's attitude was firm, so Song Shihuan could only angrily run to the floor to lie down, take out his phone, and send a message to Song Qigui.

"Brother! Come quick, someone is bullying me."

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Song Qigui replied to the message quickly.

"Wait for me at the foot of the mountain tomorrow morning."

Song Shihuan was secretly delighted, thinking that Song Qi had returned to support him. "That's great, brother. I knew you wouldn't want me to get hurt."

"Wait until I take your head."

Song Shihuan: ...

Pshaw, all talk and no action.

In his heart, Song Qigui was all bark and no bite; he was just saying it, but he would definitely help him tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Song Shihuan felt a surge of joy.

He stole a glance at Zhu Yan on the bed and sneered inwardly.

Hmph, just you wait. Tomorrow, my prince brother will come to my rescue, and your good days will be over.

Exhausted and unable to keep his eyes open, Song Shihuan quickly fell asleep.

At this moment, he has no idea that tomorrow will bring him not a bright and sunny morning, but a nightmare of raging winds and torrential rain.