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

Zhu Yan arrived at school early, so he went to the classroom to put down his schoolbag and then prepared to grab a bite to eat. But he suddenly found all sorts of breakfasts on his desk.

It's Li Ji's dessert; the young masters and ladies at their school love Li Ji's breakfast the most.

I've tried the banquet before, and it wasn't particularly delicious; it was purely a brand effect. A breakfast there is outrageously expensive, and only those young masters and ladies think that eating something like that makes them look good.

Before he left the Wen family, other classmates would bring him breakfast in an attempt to curry favor with him, but he never accepted it.

Now, the table is full of desserts... Zhu Yan seems to have guessed who these are for. After all, he loves spicy food, but in his memory, there is only one person who likes desserts.

Despite having the thought of throwing them all in the trash, Zhu Yan still left to have breakfast. After all, it's better to avoid trouble than to cause it.

But shortly after he finished breakfast and returned to the classroom, he was met with a host of troubles.

"Wen Rang, oh no, Zhu Yan, where did you put the breakfast on your table? You didn't eat it, did you? Don't you know you're worthy? Do you even know that I brought it for Young Master Chen!" As soon as Zhu Yan returned to his seat, Wen Chen's lackeys swarmed over.

Zhu Yan frowned and glanced at them a few times. "How should I know? Nobody took it if it was left here. I thought it was for the dogs."

"You...!" Tang Chi, the lackey leader, was furious.

"You mean those breakfasts? That kind of cheap stuff has been sitting on my and Yan's table for so long without anyone touching it, so I threw it away," Lu Ze said nonchalantly from the side.

"What? You threw it away? And you actually said those breakfasts were low-class? Do you know that those were Li Ji's breakfasts? Have people from small families like yours ever eaten them?!" Tang Chi was furious and shouted at the top of his lungs, wanting the whole building to hear him.

"Do you know that Young Master Shen has a bad stomach? If something happens to him because he didn't eat breakfast, you're all doomed."

"Oh, you're so eager to help. Go pick it up, there it is. Hurry up, or your young master will starve." Lu Ze kindly pointed it out for them.

"Seriously, you're always following him around like that, but has he ever even given you a second glance? Do you think bringing him breakfast is some kind of great honor? You simp." Lu Ze's words were like knapsacks.

Tang Chi gritted his teeth, his heart pounding in his throat with anger. "Say that again if you dare!"

Tang Chi rushed up to Lu Ze and raised his huge fist to swing at Lu Ze's face.

But the punch never landed.

Zhu Yan stood up, grabbed Tang Chi's wrist, and shoved him hard. Before Tang Chi could react, he staggered back a few steps and bumped into a nearby desk.

"What, you want to make a move?"

Zhu Yan sat half-reclined on the desk, arms crossed, her cold eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

At this moment, their actions had already attracted the attention of everyone in the classroom.

Some cast curious glances, while others craned their necks, swaying left and right. Many people watched the spectacle, but no one offered to help.

It's not surprising. In the class, or rather, in the whole school, Zhu Yan was only somewhat familiar with Lu Ze; he was basically just nodding acquaintances with everyone else.

If Zhu Yan hadn't been kicked out of the Wen family, there would probably have been many people eager to help him. But now he's just a fake young master. Whoever helps him is just making enemies of the Wen family.

"What happened?" Wen Chen noticed that everyone was curiously gathered around the banquet seats, so he walked over to ask.

"Young Master Chen, the breakfast you asked me to bring you was all thrown into the trash by Zhu Yan and Lu Ze!" In an instant, Tang Chi rushed to Wen Chen's side as if he had found a savior and began to complain, "I queued for a long time at Li Ji this morning to buy it."

Zhu Yan got up nonchalantly and sat back down in her chair, not even glancing at the two actors.

"Zhu Yan, even if you hold a grudge against me for leaving the Wen family, you shouldn't waste food." Without the Wen family as an important audience, Wen Chen simply stopped pretending and immediately stood on the moral high ground to criticize Zhu Yan.

"Waste?" Zhu Yan sneered. "Young Master is condemning himself. That was all your breakfast."

"Knowing it's Young Master Shen, you still dared to make a move? How dare you!" Tang Chi became anxious upon hearing this and angrily accused Zhu Yan.

"Are you blind? Don't you have a seat? Did you get permission to put your food here? Do you really think the school is your home? You make so many fuss every day. You even have the nerve to criticize others for wasting food. Do you know how many days an average family could eat with the amount of food you waste in a day? What brand of garbage bag is that? It can hold so much." Lu Ze, who was standing next to him, almost immediately joined in, his little mouth firing off like a machine gun.

"You..." Tang Chi's combat power is too weak. Lu Ze hasn't even used his ultimate skill yet, and his health bar has already dropped to almost zero.

"You, you, you, what are you saying? You're so dramatic. If you can't afford breakfast, just tell me. Call me 'Dad,' and I'll give you a meal. Stop making trouble for no reason and being so noisy."

Lu Ze was also out of control. He pointed at the two of them and started cursing. It was so early in the morning, and they were ruining his mood. What bad luck!

"Lu Ze, I'm warning you to watch your mouth. Our company was deceived by scoundrels in the past, and we gave your Lu family so many resources. Let me tell you, all cooperation is now canceled."

Lu Ze stared intently at Wen Chen. Although he knew Wen Chen would bring up his father's company, seeing Wen Chen's arrogant demeanor made him want to rush up and beat him up.

"And you, Zhu Yan, aren't you jealous because you had no money to eat after being kicked out, and someone brings me breakfast from Liji every day? If you bow your head and apologize to me, and obediently follow me from now on, I'll give you what I left over."

Zhu Yan sat in the chair, leaning against the backrest, legs crossed, head slightly raised, his eyes full of impatience.

But before Zhu Yan could speak, he was interrupted by a voice coming from behind the crowd.

"Alright, Wen Chen, stop being so aggressive. I saw with my own eyes your underling deliberately throw breakfast on the banquet table and leave. You are, after all, a young master of the Wen family. Are you going to use such petty tricks to make things difficult for others? If word gets out, aren't you afraid people will laugh at your Wen family?"

The speaker was Shen Yan, the heir of the Shen family, one of the five great families in the capital.

If anyone else dared to speak to him like that, he would definitely teach them a lesson, but this person just happened to be Shen Yan.

He didn't understand why, but Wen Lin instructed him to cultivate good relationships with the heirs of the other four families at school and infiltrate their circles. He just couldn't understand why he, as the young master of the head of the five major families, should have to deliberately curry favor with others? Shouldn't they be the ones fawning over him?

Besides, Zhu Yan used to ignore the heirs of those families and always acted independently, so why is he now trying to curry favor with them when he's enjoying his good fortune?

The problem was that he didn't dare to argue with Wen Lin. What could he do but stay silent? He swallowed his anger silently.

"I'll let you off this time for Young Master Shen's sake, but you won't be so lucky next time."

Before leaving, Wen Chen glared at Zhu Yan.

"Histrionic personality disorder." That was the only way Zhu Yan could describe this young master.

You always seem to want to get noticed, you're really trying to make yourself famous.

In reality, nobody cares.