Wang Jin turned to leave. Uncle Shan was startled and quickly stood up to grab him.
"Young master, don't be impulsive. Going like this won't shake them. They act so boldly because they have someone backing them."
"Someone backing them?" Wang Jin frowned. "Who? My older brother is the city lord!" Wang Jin scoffed with an arrogant expression: "Is there someone with a higher status than my brother?"
"Not that." Uncle Shan quickly shook his head: "It's just that person..."
"A-Yao!"
Before Uncle Shan could finish his sentence, a pleasant, somewhat androgynous male voice suddenly called out from ahead. Immediately after, his arm was grabbed by someone, and a figure appeared by his side.
Wang Jin glanced sideways at the person who had joined him.
That ger was not excessively overweight, but had a distinctly portly build. On a taller frame, this might have simply seemed sturdy or solid, but because he was quite short, it made him appear round and somewhat bloated.
His skin wasn't particularly good, there were many freckles on both sides of his nose. Even with powder, they couldn't be covered. His eyes were bright, and now, curved in a smile, they seemed somewhat pleasing...
But this slight pleasure vanished completely when Wang Jin saw the yellow teeth revealed by his grinning mouth... Aside from the yellow teeth, there was a lot of white dandruff stuck in his hair.
Even though he wore glistening gold clothes that looked particularly noble... and had exquisite hairpins adorning his head... the whole person seemed very slovenly... and didn't look like a noble ger at all.
"A-Yao, you've finally returned. I missed you so much."
The person spoke to Wang Jin, his breath carrying an indescribable odor... Wang Jin touched his nose, wanting to withdraw his hand, but upon seeing the sincerity and warmth in the other's eyes, he forcefully held back.
"You... you are?" Wang Jin asked politely.
The person was startled, then proactively introduced himself: "I am Zhao Xiang, your best friend..."
"Zhao?" Wang Jin pursed his lips and asked: "What is your relation to Zhao Qi?"
"He is my second older brother." The ger said happily, pulling Wang Jin by the arm to lead him forward.
Wang Jin looked back at Uncle Shan. Uncle Shan made a gesture to him, indicating he should go along, while he himself went off to the side...
Zhao Xiang saw this, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes. He inconspicuously pulled Wang Jin and quickened his pace, changing the subject: "The city lord told me you lost your memory, and I didn't believe it... Now it seems, A-Yao, you really have forgotten."
As he spoke, the person released Wang Jin, a look of concern in his eyes as he asked: "How did you lose your memory?"
Wang Jin quickly collected himself and responded: "I don't know either. Perhaps I was sick. I woke up and couldn't remember anything."
"Ah..." Zhao Xiang sighed, looking at Wang Jin with eyes full of heartache.
He pulled Wang Jin to sit down and comforted him: "It's alright, seek a healer for treatment. You will remember eventually. Don't be afraid..."
Zhao Xiang's voice was deliberately softened, sounding exceptionally comfortable. Wang Jin unconsciously relaxed a little. Zhao Xiang continued: "I brought you a lot of tonic medicine. Have someone boil it often, eat it diligently to nourish your body. It will be beneficial."
Having said that, he signaled to a ger, who seemed to be his attendant that he had brought along. The attendant stepped forward and presented a box, opening it in front of Wang Jin. Inside were some dried medicinal herbs, some tonics, but these medicines...
Wang Jin's eyes flickered, wanting to take a closer look, but the attendant had already closed the box and placed it on the table.
Xiao Xiao and Xiao He, who had been standing to the side since Zhao Xiang's arrival, saw this and exchanged a look. Xiao He stepped forward and bowed to Wang Jin: "Young master, shall this servant put this away for you first?"
Although it was a question, the person didn't wait for Wang Jin's answer and directly reached for it.
Wang Jin looked at Xiao He's anxious manner, as if he hadn't seen good things in several lifetimes. He scoffed and pressed his hand down on the box.
Xiao He was startled and looked at Wang Jin: "Young master?"
Xiao He called out, then tugged at the box again. He couldn't pull it out and didn't dare to snatch it too obviously. He frowned at Wang Jin, a faint shadow of gloom in his eyes.
Wang Jin acted as if he didn't see it and softly said: "Your young master has a guest. Why haven't you served tea? And the fruit? And the pastries? Bring some to entertain the guest."
"..." Xiao He's eyes widened, filled with anger. He said: "Young master, the building has been empty for a long time. No pastries have been made yet..."
"Then hurry up and make them. And isn't there fruit?" Wang Jin pulled the box closer to his own position, pretending to rest his chin on his hand and using his elbow to block the box, looking at Xiao Xiao and Xiao He.
Xiao He stared gloomily at the box guarded by Wang Jin, seemingly still coveting the things inside.
Xiao Xiao directly stepped forward and retorted: "Where is there fruit? You just returned. No one has delivered any fruit. There's nothing to eat."
His tone was very bad, loud as if he were scolding, acting high and mighty as if he were the one in charge.
If Wang Jin hadn't heard with his own ears the original owner's older brother instruct these two to take care of him, and hadn't heard Uncle Shan's account, he might really believe this person was the master!
"Hah!" Wang Jin laughed in anger. They get to eat when they want, but he, the master, gets nothing when he wants to eat, nothing to entertain guests with!
To contradict the master so openly in front of a guest, these people are truly insolent!
Wang Jin was so angry he grabbed the water cup on the table and, under Xiao Xiao's defiant gaze, smashed the cup hard into the man's face.
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