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

"Father, is there anything else?" Zhu Yan stood up and asked as he saw Zhu Mo walking towards him.

"It's nothing, it's just that your dark circles are a bit heavy. Do you often have insomnia?"

"No, not at all." Zhu Yan glanced at the person behind Zhu Mo, feeling that Zhu Mo was planning something big again.

"Right? I knew it. You definitely didn't get enough rest. Perfect timing. This is the Zhu family's dedicated team of technicians. You should get some rest, and they'll give you massages every day to help you sleep."

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Zhu Yan didn't have insomnia at all. She was just often staying up late because she was busy with the Wen family's affairs, and she was really tired, so she could fall asleep as soon as she lay down. There was no sleep aid involved.

Before Zhu Yan could refuse, Zhu Mo straightened his expression and instructed the person behind him, "Go and serve them well, understand?"

"Then Ayan, you should get some rest. Dad won't bother you anymore."

Before Zhu Yan could answer, Zhu Mo left the room.

Looking at Zhu Mo's back and considering his recent interactions with him, he felt that his positive perception of his biological father had shattered. At first glance, Zhu Mo seemed like a refined and dignified person, but now he felt that his father was like a child.

"Young Master? Why don't you go lie down on the bed?" One of the technicians interrupted Zhu Yan's thoughts.

"No need, I'll stay right here." Zhu Yan remained seated on the chaise lounge, not moving.

He suddenly remembered that he still had some things to finish, so he asked someone to bring him his computer. He then lay half-reclined on the chaise lounge, working while enjoying the servants' service.

To be honest, they truly live up to their reputation as the number one family; even when they're sleeping, four people kneel down to serve them.

Two people knelt at his feet to massage Zhu Yan's feet, while two others knelt beside him to massage the muscles of his thighs and calves.

Suddenly, Zhu Yan's phone rang; it was a WeChat message from Lu Ze.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan, what's going on in your family? Tell me!" Lu Ze finally asked after holding back for a long time.

"It's a bit complicated, and I can't explain it in a few words," Zhu Yan replied.

"Let's video chat! And let me take a look at your place while I'm at it."

Before Zhu Yan could react, a video call popped up.

Zhu Yan hesitated for a few seconds before answering the call.

Forget it, you brought this on yourself. I don't care if your self-esteem is hurt.

So I connected the video call and pressed the rear camera button.

"Wow, Yan-ge, didn't you go home with your brother? Why did you go out for a massage? Which club is this? It's so luxurious, I've never seen it before." Lu Ze asked a series of questions.

"I'm at home." These three simple words shattered Lu Ze's worldview.

"What?! This, your house? They, your servants?! How can you say such infuriating things in such a calm tone?!"

Zhu Yan was wearing headphones and felt like her eardrums were about to explode.

Zhu Yan briefly described the current situation without hiding anything, after all, Lu Ze was his childhood friend, and the two had an extremely close relationship.

"So, you suffered for over ten years in the Wen family?" Lu Ze came to this conclusion after listening to Zhu Yan's account.

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With such profound understanding, Zhu Yan had nothing to say about it.

But on second thought, Lu Ze seemed to be right; compared to the Zhu family, the Wen family's life was practically hell.

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The next morning, Zhu Yan got up at 6 o'clock. The southern suburbs were much farther than the city, so in order not to be late, Zhu Yan had to go to school with sleepy eyes.

"Young Master, you're up so early? I'll go tell the kitchen to prepare breakfast for you."

There are always people who get up earlier than the celebration banquet, and Lin Xiang, the manor's butler, is one of the biggest culprits.

"No need to trouble yourself. Let's make it after Father, Mother, and Brother get up. I'll eat at school."

Ultimately, Zhu Yan was still not used to this kind of life. In the Wen family, there were many rules, one of which was that family members had to wait for the elders to join them for meals.

How could Wen Lin and Lan Li possibly get up so early for a banquet? The key is that if they don't get up, the nanny won't prepare breakfast.

Therefore, Zhu Yan was already used to it and always held the banquet at school.

He really liked the breakfast shops near the school; the Wen family's nanny's breakfasts were really just so-so.

"It's no trouble at all. The kitchen is on standby 24 hours a day."

He ultimately declined the banquet. It would be too awkward for him to eat alone while a group of people stood around him; he couldn't bear to imagine it.

Unable to persuade Zhu Yan to leave, Lin Xiang had no choice but to arrange for a car to take Zhu Yan to the school.