Fierce Ex-wife: President, Please Be Careful

“Stay here. If the young master has any requests, quickly go in and receive him, okay?” Sun Fengzi expression turned dark as soon as she stepped out of the room. She instructed a certain servant who had been unluckily picked up by her.

The female servant’s expression turned ghastly pale. When she recalled Zhao Yifei’s brutal look, she truly did not want to stay on to serve him.

However, a servant like her did not have the right to decide regarding matters like this. As such, she had to play along with Sun Fengzi in grief, “Noted. I will take good care of the young master.”

Sun Fengzi moved her gaze away satisfactorily before she turned around and cast a final look at the tightly closed door. She heaved a sigh and left.

She still had to settle an account with Zhao Shunchang. Zhao Yifei was her own flesh and blood. She was reluctant to strike or scold him, much less throw her tantrum at him. However, Zhao Shunchang was different.

Right after Sun Fengzi left, most of the servants who had gone upstairs to help Zhao Yifei had left, except the young lady who had to stay on reluctantly.

Zhao Youming hid behind a large vase along the corridor. After Sun Fengzi left, he slowly appeared behind the vase and walked toward Zhao Yifei’s room.

The female servant looked down at the tip of her feet. She recalled the images of Zhao Yifei simply tossing the stuff just now. She was extremely terrified at the thought that she might be called in later and end up serving as a punchbag.

Just then, a dark shadow suddenly appeared beside her. He placed his hand on her shoulder all of a sudden.

The female servant’s face turned white. She had her eyes flying wide open and was about to scream out loud. However, the voice rang out with a hint of concern, “Are you alright? You looked troubled. Are you not feeling too well?”

The female servant was stunned. She turned her head around stiffly, only to be greeted by the sight of Zhao Youming looking worriedly at her.

“Young Master Youming…”

Upon hearing the female servant’s call, a glimpse of bone-chilling light flashed across Zhao Youming’s eyes.

The servants in the main residence, including the butler addressed him as Young Master Youming. While Zhao Youlin was addressed as the eldest lady and Zhao Yifei addressed as the young master, he was addressed by his name.

The difference in addressing his title compared to others showed his status in this family.

Zhao Youlin and Zhao Yifei had been acknowledged by the Zhao family as their grandchildren and not forgetting, they had added another eldest young master today, Zhao Yichen.

As for Zhao Youming, he was only an illegitimate grandson who was not acknowledged by the Zhao family and was best kept under the table.

The emotions in Zhao Youming’s eyes quickly diminished. In just a moment, Zhao Youming resumed his smile and asked faintly, “Why are you standing here and looking so troubled? Are you not feeling too well?”

One had to admit that Zhao Youming’s false acting was rather deceiving under certain circumstances.

When the grief-stricken female servant heard Zhao Youming’s concern for her, she was instantly touched and subconsciously compared the two young masters of the Zhao family.

“Young Master Youming, I-I am fine. The young master is resting inside and the third madam asked me to stay on.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Youming acted surprised. “My younger cousin is resting inside? Is he not feeling well?”

The female servant was startled and asked in puzzlement, “Young Master Youming, didn’t you know about it? The young master was injured.”

A hint of concern showed up on Zhao Youming’s surprised look. “Injured? How did he get injured?”

The female servant looked troubled. Zhao Youming appeared to be “lost in thought” and he did not continue. He switched the topic and said, “My younger cousin is injured. As his older cousin, I should visit him and take a look at his condition.”

When the female servant heard Zhao Youming wanted to go in and take a look at Zhao Yifei, her expression instantly changed, and she quickly said, “Young Master Youming, the young master is not heavily injured. He only needs more rest now. You…”

The female servant could not afford to watch a thoughtful young man go in and face the god of death. Therefore, she was kind enough to stop him. Unfortunately, Zhao Youming turned down her kindness.

“I know my younger cousin is injured and needs to rest. But, if I don’t go in and take a look at him, I feel uneasy. Don’t worry. I’ll just go in, take one glance at him and I’ll be right out. I won’t disturb his rest.” As Zhao Youming was saying this, he cast a glance at the female servant and said with a smile, “You look tired. I’m sure you have been very busy throughout the day. Go back and take a rest. I’ll guard him.”

“No way. Young Master Youming, the third madam asked me to…”

The female servant was about to refuse him. However, Zhao Youming interrupted her once again, “Didn’t you say Yifei needed to rest? If so, there’s no point staying on here? You might as well go back to take a rest. He’s at his home now and not outside, nothing is going to happen to him.”

The female servant was persuaded by Zhao Youming. She hesitated for a brief moment before she said in a low voice, “I… I’ll leave first. Young Master Youming, be careful…”

Zhao Youming nodded with a smile, “Go back now.”

After Zhao Youming watched the female servant go downstairs, he schooled his face. He turned around, held the doorknob, then entered the room.

Zhao Yifei’s hand was relocated to its original position. However, the dislocation and rough healing process had drained his energy.

If not for his sweaty body and clothes clinging to his body causing him discomfort, Zhao Yifei did not even want to move a bit.

It had not been easy for Zhao Yifei to finally finish changing his clothes with his hand that had not completely regained its flexibility. He fell on top of the large, soft bed and rested.

Little did he know that no sooner after he laid down on his bed, he heard the knocking sound on the door.

Zhao Yifei was already in an extremely bad mood. Upon hearing this, he jerked up from his bed like a firecracker that had been lit up. Without bothering to see who the person was, he simply grabbed something that was nearest to his bed and flung it.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come in if there’s nothing else?! Are you deaf or do you have a few screws loose in your head?! Get lost!”

The moment Zhao Youming stepped into the room, a dark object was flung at him and he reflexively dodged to the side.

A dull thud echoed inside the empty room. Zhao Youming turned his head around and looked in the direction of the sound. When he saw the shattered object, his eyes flashed.

It was a photo frame made of solid wood. By just listening to the sound alone, he wondered what would have happened to him if that thing was smashed at him.

Zhao Yifei did not know if he was angry or tired, after he finished flinging that object, he began to pant. When he realized that person still had not left his room and was about to cuss, a teasing voice that was not supposed to be here rang out, “Yifei, you are quite hot-tempered today.”

Zhao Yifei’s entire body turned stiff. His eyes turned red as he looked up in the direction of the voice, only to be greeted by Zhao Youming’s teasing, handsome face. He ground his molars as he shouted, “Zhao Youming!”