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

"Did that young master from the Song family upset you?"

Zhu Mo answered very quickly; for him, it was just a matter of a single sentence. He was simply curious to know if anyone at school was bullying his precious son.

"Ugh, this is so annoying," Zhu Yan complained without any hesitation.

"Okay, Dad understands, don't worry."

After Zhu Mo agreed, Zhu Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Now, Song Qian wouldn't be able to pester him anymore.

But he was too happy too soon.

Not long after Zhu Yan finished complaining on the phone, as expected, Song Chen received a call from his father. The person on the other end of the line practically wanted to teleport over and slap Song Chen across the face.

"Song Qian! I told you to take good care of Mr. Zhu, and what have you done?! Are you trying to destroy this family?!"

Song Lian's voice boomed like thunder in Song Chen's ears. Song Chen was startled by the shout, rubbed his ears, frowned, and looked aggrieved.

"Didn't you tell me to make him laugh? I didn't do anything."

Song Qian: (ಥ﹏ಥ)

"I told you to take care of him, to serve him, what did you hear me? If you really don't understand, I'll put it simply: from now on, when he eats, you drag out his chair! When he sleeps, you take off his shoes! When he rests, you give him a massage! If you can't do that, I'll smash all your cars!!!!"

After Song Lian finished speaking, he took a deep breath, clearly very angry.

"No, Dad, please don't hurt your grandson!"

Song Lian: !!! !!! !!! !!!

Upon hearing that Song Lian was going to touch his beloved car, Song Qian panicked. Those were his lifeblood!

"You call yourself a grandson? If you can't do that, believe me, I'll beat you into a grandson!!!"

Song Lian angrily hung up the phone. All Song Qian could think of was the scene of his car lying dead and blood flowing endlessly when he got home.

Song Qian: Son, hold on, Dad will definitely save you!!!

-

Inside the cafeteria, Zhu Yan and Lu Ze were caught up with by Song Qian as soon as they entered.

"Brother Zhu, I was wrong. Please calm down. Please sit over there, I'll go get you some food."

With his Mona Lisa-like smile, carrying the mission of his father and the lives of all his beloved cars, Song Xie ran to the banquet and began to fawn over them.

"Hey, what do you mean? Trying to steal my job? Huh?"

As soon as Song Zhen said this, Lu Ze was the first to express his dissatisfaction.

What do you mean? You're getting food for my brother Yan, so what am I supposed to get? Mess with you?

Banquet:…

He suddenly realized that the Zhu family patriarch's influence was just so-so.

So Lu Ze took the lead and got the banquet card, then deliberately went up to Song Zhen to show it off:

"Young Master Song, do you even know what Brother Yan likes and dislikes to eat? Save your breath, just be a good young master."

Pshaw, you think you can compete with me? Do you think you can beat me? I'm sticking with Brother Yan's coattails.

There was nothing he could do; Zhu Yan had such a loyal follower, and Song Zhen, being new to the area, couldn't compete. But... it's alright, he's gone now, isn't he?

So Song Zhen followed Zhu Yan to the dining table. As soon as Zhu Yan sat down, Song Zhen pulled out a folding fan from somewhere and started fanning Zhu Yan.

Although the cafeteria has air conditioning, it's not very cool because of the large number of people.

"Brother Zhu! Although I don't know who you are, can you tell me how I can get my dad to drop the kill order on my car?"

Song Qian pleaded while fanning himself, peeking to the left and blinking to the right next to Zhu Yan. This series of actions caused an uproar among the NPCs in the cafeteria.

Either a few girls were winking and making faces at Zhu Yan to their friends, or a group of people were eating together, staring intently at Zhu Yan and Song Zhen, with knowing smiles on their faces.

Even worse, some people were discussing it in hushed tones right next to them.

"Do you think I'm not popular enough at school?" Zhu Yan silently endured these strange looks, her lips twitching slightly.

"Are you very popular at school?" Song Zhen answered Zhu Yan's question in a serious tone.

Banquet:…

Forget it, why waste words arguing with this car fanatic?

Song Qian glanced at the onlookers around him, their eyes filled with gossip. Although Song Qian loved cars, he wasn't stupid; even a fool could see what kind of pink bubbles were popping into these people's heads.

"What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen a younger brother fanning his older brother? Go eat your food!"

Song Zhen finally understood why Zhu Yan was dissatisfied with him. Now that the problem had been identified, all that was left was to solve it.

Therefore, Song Zhen was extremely satisfied with his explanation. He not only clarified that his relationship with Zhu Yan was not what those young girls thought, but also created a domineering image for himself.

Hmm, not bad, not bad.

Just as Song Chen was feeling smug, Zhu Yan leaned on the dining table, covered her face, and wanted to give him a few eye rolls.

"What? Our young master Song just said he's Zhu Yan's underling???"

"You heard me right, I just heard it too."

"Impossible! Isn't Zhu Yan a fake young master? How could he possibly have subdued Song Chen, this great demon, as his subordinate? What makes him so special?"

"It's probably due to his personal charisma."

"It's better to believe that Young Master Song is the one below than to believe that Song Zhen is the one who's in charge of the banquet."

"..."

At this moment, Song Zhen's single sentence propelled public opinion to a climax.

"Hmm...they have a problem. I explained, but they don't believe me."

Song Qian: ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭

Zhu Yan doesn't really care about other people's impressions or opinions of him. He doesn't need to change himself to cater to the public. No one can decide for him what kind of person he is or what kind of things he does, except himself.

There's no need to change your attitude towards life for people who are insignificant in your life.

But he just didn't want to be a celebrity. He wasn't someone who liked to show off, and he didn't want to be stared at by different people on the street, as if he were living under a spotlight.

But Zhu Yan was born extraordinary and was destined to be a high-ranking dragon among men, and his life was destined to be anything but peaceful.

"Alright, shut up."

Song Qian's mouth never brings anything good. Since we can't get rid of him, we can only solve the problem at its root.

In the end, Zhu Yan decided to pack the food and take it back to the classroom to eat.

Zhu Yan thought to herself: Just bear with it. Once the storm passes, I should be able to return to a peaceful life where no one cares.

After all, public opinion comes and goes quickly.

Unexpectedly, public opinion didn't follow him, but he was instead entangled with "ghosts".