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That year, Xie Jing was nine years old.

One early summer day, Xie Jing finished a phase of her course and prepared to travel to Zurich with her parents.

This is part of the plan.

His third uncle has been living in Europe for many years, investing in art.

My third uncle said on the overseas phone, "Big brother! Big sister-in-law! There's a private collection exhibition in Switzerland with some Dunhuang manuscripts that were lost overseas. Come and take a look, just to relax and also check out my new cheese factory!"

The father hesitated, as the quarterly review was approaching and there were many family matters to attend to.

But Mother seemed to be persuaded, saying, "It's rare for my third brother to speak up, and the Dunhuang manuscripts are indeed worth looking at."

She glanced at Xie Jing, who was proofreading a manuscript beside her, and saw that her son was eavesdropping. She added, "Besides, Jing'er's German classes have just finished, so it's a good opportunity to take him out for some fresh air and practice his spoken German. It's not good for the child to stay cooped up at home all the time, facing books and those old scholars."

The itinerary was thus decided.

At that time, Xie Jing was not very interested in the Dunhuang manuscripts, but he liked his third uncle.

Every time my third uncle came back, he would secretly slip him comic books that my grandfather had explicitly forbidden.

He wasn't interested in watching it, nor did he have time to.

However, with the comic books, when Xiao Xiexu occasionally came over, he would stay in his study for several hours until he finished reading the comic books before leaving.

At times like these, when Xiao Xie Jing is tired from studying, he will chat with Xiao Xie for a while.

Other children didn't dare to talk to him much.

For example, the child sent by the Han family, Han Cheng, is already eleven years old, two years older than him.

If Xiao Xiejing talks to him for more than a few words, he will look frightened and scared.

They were afraid of interfering with Xiao Xiejing's studies.

This has affected Xiao Xiejing's studies, and he fears he might be sent back to the Han family.

At that time, nine-year-old Xie Jing felt that Han Cheng would not be able to become his qualified deputy in the future.

Since Han Cheng has been sent to his side, he is now his man.

Even though they were his people, they didn't dare to listen to him.

He was disobedient and didn't believe that even if the Xie family wanted to send him away, he could decide to keep him.

Those who are not faithful to him cannot be used by him.

This is a very simple reason.

His grandfather had taught him this a long time ago.

The day before departure, Xiao Xiejing took a walk in the yard.

But he was actually looking for that nameless little orange cat.

That little orange cat had wandered in from who-knows-where a year ago, and it was exceptionally affectionate towards him.

Xie Jing could have his servants place a dish of fish and a bowl of water in a corner of the back garden every day, but he couldn't give this little orange cat a name or build it a nest.

Because fame is destiny and responsibility.

If he names the little orange cat, then the little orange cat will be his cat.

Now that it's his cat, he'll have to personally oversee the little orange cat's diet every day, right? He'll have to groom the little orange cat, right? He'll have to take time to bathe the little orange cat every week, right?

He doesn't have that much time.

Therefore, the little orange cat cannot be his cat.

In this way, he could casually instruct his servants to take care of him, just as if he were casually looking after a stray kitten that had wandered into the Xie family.

In this way, his grandfather, father, and even those strict teachers would not notice whether he had a cat or whether he was distracted by it.

But he didn't find the cat in the backyard that day.

After all, the little orange cat didn't have a name, so he couldn't call it out.

So he glanced at the dish of fish that had been disturbed in the corner of the backyard and went back inside.

The next day, the private plane was waiting on the tarmac.

His parents had already taken him to say goodbye to his grandfather.

His parents held his hand, and just before he boarded the plane, 21-year-old Lin Zhou hurriedly caught up with them.

At that time, Lin Zhou was already very useful to his grandfather because of his reliable work.

The parents stopped and turned around. The father asked, "Lin Zhou, what is it?"

After bowing, Lin Zhou's gaze fell only on Xiao Xie Jing: "The old patriarch instructed that the young master should return immediately. In the East Courtyard, the young master of the Han family and two other young masters got into a fight, and blood was drawn. The young master needs to return and handle the matter personally."

Lin Zhou met Xie's parents' gaze again. "The old patriarch said that since they are sent to the young master's side, they are the young master's people. Their affairs, no matter how big or small, should be personally handled and decided by the young master."

Mr. and Mrs. Xie understood that this was not a simple children's squabble.

Behind this lies a subtle power struggle within the family represented by those children, and more importantly, a test by the father of his grandson on how to maintain balance, make decisions, and establish authority when faced with infighting among his own people.

Little Xie Jing looked up and almost immediately understood his grandfather's intention.

He also remembered the Han family's situation.

Among those affiliated families, the Han family was not considered powerful, and its members were few in number.

Sending Han Cheng over was the greatest expression of sincerity and reliance that the Han family could convey.

If Han Cheng makes a mistake in the Xie family or is sent back, it will undoubtedly be a loss of face for the Han family, and their future within the Xie family system will be even more difficult.

The mother seemed to want to say something more, but the father had already made his decision.

The father squatted down and said to him, "Since it's your responsibility, go and handle it well. There's no need to rush. Your mother and I will go ahead first."

"I'll explain the situation to your third uncle in Zurich. Once you've settled things, I'll have Old Chen arrange a plane to bring you over to join us in a couple of days."

The itinerary is set, and takeoff is imminent.

The head of the Xie family and his wife had no reason to change their itinerary just because a few children were arguing.

The father climbed the gangway, while the mother looked back from the cabin door.

Xiao Xie Jing stood on the lawn and waved to them.

The hatch closed slowly.

Xiao Xie Jing stood there, watching the plane taxi down the runway, then take off, grow smaller and smaller, and finally disappear.

Only after the plane was completely out of sight did he look at Lin Zhou and say, "Let's go back to the East Campus."

In the small hall of the east courtyard, my grandfather sat at the head of the table, seemingly resting with his eyes closed.

Three children were standing in the hall.

Han Cheng, along with two other children sent by two different families, one surnamed Zhao and the other surnamed Lin.

All three were around ten years old, and at this moment they were all in a sorry state.

Han Cheng had a cut on his forehead, the blood of which had dried.

The young man from the Zhao family had bruises on his face and a black mark on his mouth.

The Lin family member, on the other hand, kept his head down and crossed his arms.

He bowed to his grandfather, who then looked up and said, "You already know what happened. The person is here, and the matter is here. Since he is yours, you can handle it. I'll be watching."

Xiao Xie Jing agreed.

He turned to the three children, "Who wants to speak first?"