Ji Liuguang had no idea that his background had been thoroughly exposed.
He and Ji Zhouye were curled up on the sofa playing video games.
Though his left arm was broken, it didn’t stop him from tapping the screen with his fingers.
Game after game, they played four or five rounds in a row, and before they knew it, over an hour had passed.
“Enough, I’m done,” Ji Zhouye said hurriedly. “I still have a few test papers to finish. I need to go do my homework.”
“We just won five in a row—this streak is insane! Keep playing!” Ji Liuguang grabbed his arm. “Come on, don’t ruin the fun.”
Ji Zhouye hesitated for a moment but eventually turned off his phone. “No, Fourth Brother, we’ll play tomorrow.”
If he didn’t finish these papers today, they’d pile up for tomorrow, and the backlog would only grow. The class monitor had invested a lot of time in him—he couldn’t let her down.
And then there was Great-Grandma, who had been so earnest in her reminders, accompanying him to and from school every day. He couldn’t betray her kindness either.
With that, he headed upstairs.
“So boring!” Ji Liuguang grumbled, staying on the sofa to play a few more rounds alone. But after a string of losses, he tossed his phone aside and decided to go upstairs to rest.
Nanny Zhang quickly followed him up. As they passed the master bedroom on the second floor, she whispered, “That Miss Rong is staying in the Ji household—this is her room. It’s clear Old Master Ji holds her in high regard. You should remember to be polite to her from now on, Fourth Young Master.”
Ji Liuguang glanced at the closed door and curled his lip in disdain.
His room was on the third floor.
Nanny Zhang helped him bathe, made his bed, and turned off the lights before finally leaving.
Exhausted from his journey back from abroad, Ji Liuguang fell asleep almost immediately. But just as he drifted off, the sound of piano music reached his ears.
“Who the hell is playing piano at this hour? Can’t a person sleep?” he roared from his room.
Yet the music continued.
His temper flared—he had always been terrible when woken up. Furious, he shoved open the balcony door and hurled a glass cup downstairs.
“I said stop playing! No more piano! Can’t you hear me?”
Downstairs, it was Duoduo who was playing.
It was only a little past eight—her usual practice time, from which she wouldn’t stop until 9:10 p.m. before getting ready for bed. This had been her routine since she was three.
The sound of the glass shattering on the marble floor startled her, and she immediately stopped playing. “S-Sorry, Fourth Uncle! I didn’t know you were sleeping. I won’t play anymore…”
Rong Yu’s room was next to Duoduo’s.
Since it was still early, she had been sitting on her balcony, listening to Duoduo’s piano while reading a book. The sudden crash of glass made her jump as well.
“Play one more note and I’ll smash that piano to pieces! So damn noisy!”
With a loud slam, Ji Liuguang shut the balcony door.
He buried himself under the covers again, but before he could drift off, his door was thrown open. In the next moment, his blanket was yanked away, and a strong hand seized him by the collar.
The room was dark, but the light from outside illuminated a cold, furious face.
It was Rong Yu.
“What the hell are you doing? Let go!” Ji Liuguang snarled. “Sneaking into my room at night—are you trying to seduce me? I knew you were up to no good—”
Before he could finish, he was dragged off the bed and thrown to the floor, stumbling awkwardly.
Rong Yu looked down at him with icy disdain. “You have five minutes to clean up the broken glass downstairs and apologize to Duoduo.”
“You’re ordering me around? Who the hell do you think you are?” Ji Liuguang’s face twisted with rage. “Just because you saved Old Master Ji, you think you’re something special? You have no right to speak in this household!”
Rong Yu didn’t indulge his tantrum.
She grabbed his injured arm, making him hiss in pain, and forced him downstairs.
Nanny Zhang, hearing the commotion, rushed out. “Miss Rong, please let go! Fourth Young Master’s arm was just set—if you keep pulling, he’ll end up back in the hospital! Please, Miss Rong!”
Rong Yu’s expression remained stony.
She dragged Ji Liuguang to the first floor and shoved him toward the shattered glass. “Clean it up.”
“I-I’ll do it!” Nanny Zhang said hastily. “It’s just a small thing—no need for such a fuss. I’ll have it cleaned up in a minute.”
Rong Yu shot her a cold glare. “Step back.”
Her aura was freezing, her eyes filled with a terrifying chill.
This great-grandson of hers had been utterly spoiled rotten.
Ji Zhouye, for all his immaturity, still had some redeeming qualities—he could even be clever and endearing at times. But Ji Liuguang? From the inside out, he was unbearable.
She had to deal with him harshly.
Otherwise, if he caused any more trouble, Yingbao would probably be driven to fury.
She tapped her foot impatiently. “You have three minutes left. Keep wasting time, and you’ll regret it.”
Ji Liuguang was seething.
Nanny Zhang immediately went to find Ji Zhiyuan. “First Young Master, something terrible—”
Ji Zhiyuan, reviewing company project reports, didn’t even look up. “Miss Rong’s word is final.”
“B-But…” Nanny Zhang wrung her hands. “Fourth Young Master is still injured—he can’t take this kind of treatment! And besides, Miss Rong is an outsider. Isn’t it overstepping for her to interfere in Ji family matters? Please, First Young Master, go take a look—”
Ji Zhiyuan finally lifted his gaze, his voice cool. “How long have you served the Ji family, Nanny Zhang?”
She hesitated. “Since the year you were born, First Young Master.”
“Over twenty years—you’re practically family.” His tone was measured. “But even long-serving staff will be dismissed without hesitation if they disrespect Miss Rong.”
Nanny Zhang froze.
The servants on the lawn had already retreated. Steward Yu sighed. “Fourth Young Master, just clean it up. If Old Master Ji wakes up, the consequences will be far worse.”
“No way!” Ji Liuguang jutted his chin out defiantly. “I’m the Fourth Young Master of the Ji family! Why should I do this dirty work? Why should I listen to some random bitch’s orders? I refuse! Let’s see what she can do about it!”
SLAP!
A sharp crack echoed as a hand struck his face.
Stunned, he looked up to see Old Master Ji standing before him, trembling with fury.
“The Ji ancestors built their foundation in Haicheng by doing this ‘dirty work’ with their own hands! Who are you to look down on it?” The old man’s voice shook. “If you don’t clean this up today, you’re no grandson of mine. I won’t hesitate to publicly disown you!”
Ji Liuguang’s face paled.
Disowned… just for refusing to sweep up glass?
Had Old Master Ji lost his mind?
But he knew better than to push back now. Swallowing his pride, he picked up the broom and began cleaning.
Rong Yu frowned at Old Master Ji. “You came out without shoes? It’s autumn—you’ll catch a cold.”
Steward Yu hurried over with a pair of slippers.
Old Master Ji sighed heavily. “I never imagined Fourth would turn out like this. I’m sorry, Mother… I failed to raise him right.”
Rong Yu said, "You've already done an amazing job developing the Ji family to this extent. No one can excel at everything, right?"
Old Master Ji pouted tearfully, "Mom, you're too good at comforting people."
