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Let Me Shoulder this Blame! 44

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Translated by: Syeki
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Chapter 44

This development of events was completely out of the expectations of the three people. Lin Jing’s face had turned white as a sheet. Lin Feng spared him a cursory glance, before continuing to scroll down slowly.

[ PickUpThePotAndRun: Gimme the mic! When I was watching the press conference, I kinda thought that Lin Jing seemed overly eager to pin the blame on Mu Jinchu, but then Mu Jinchu really just accepted it. So I thought that maybe I was just swayed by Mu Jinchu’s nice guy look and didn’t think too much about it… ]

Syeki: This is a bit unclear, but what it’s trying to say is that the commenter got the feeling that Lin Jing was overly anxious to pin the blame on Jinchu, but put it down to him/her feeling his way because Jinchu looks too much like a good boy, and is only now seriously considering that it could really be Lin Jing who’s the culprit instead of Jinchu.

[ Meloneatinguser: But why did Mu Jinchu do so, was it for love? ]

[ CloseYourEyesInTheDark: Think about it… I’m afraid if it was really for love, then isn’t Lin Jing just too despicable?? ]

[ Holm̂es: What are you all babbling about? Mu Jinchu is an artist under one of the Lin clan’s company’s branches. Lin Jing is the Young Master of the Lin clan, who in their right minds would dare to expose him? I’m just afraid that Mu Jinchu was too slow in his response, he may face some disciplinary action when he returns. ]

[ WhitecatSheriff: Another point to note. Lin Jing was scratched on his left cheek. According to the photos of the scene released by the police at that time, only the windshield on the driver’s side was broken. That is to say, the broken glass would have had to perfectly bypass Mu Jinchu’s head at the driver’s seat to scratch Lin Jing’s face 🙂 ]

[ Thestoryhalftold: Respect for the above _(:з」∠)_ Why hasn’t the police released the investigation results! Waiting anxiously! Or a statement release by the Lin clan would be good too! If all this is true, I’ll immediately convert from being Lin Jing’s fan to give all my love to Mu Jinchu! Those few seconds of watching him accepting all the blame, it’s too heartbreaking QAQ I wanna hug him!!! ]

Syeki: 楼上大佬给跪 (lóu shàng dà lǎo gěi guì) – Lit. upstairs I (arrogant) kneel. So it’s this big brother/sister kneels to the ones upstairs, upstairs referring to the previous commenters.

[ 2ndBattalionsPasta: Those above, wake up already. Won’t the Lin clan side with their own young master? Mu Jinchu won’t escape taking the fall for Lin Jing. This I know in my heart, and it’s enough. Anyway, I won’t believe any statement released by the Lin clan. ]

[ SomeoneElsesId0l: Tbh, even if it was Mu Jinchu who drove the car, at least he had the guts to come clean about it. It’s definitely not a character flaw. But if it was Lin Jing, drunk driving, denial, pinning the blame on others, I’ll never want to see him again, else I’ll really hate on him. ]

……

“Brother, stop looking, I don’t want to see it anymore!”

Lin Jing’s face had lost all colour. He grabbed Lin Feng’s wrist forcefully, his chest heaving as his tears fell: “Brother, Jinchu, you have to help me! I’m begging you, I swear I’ll change, I’ll mend my ways…”

“How do you expect Jinchu to save you, you want to ask him to release another statement again?”

Lin Feng remained cold and unmoved as an iceberg. He sighed as he spoke, his gaze complicated as it fell on the young man.

He had originally thought the two youngsters had discussed it beforehand before acting out the whole thing at the press conference, and did not expect Mu Jinchu to have been thoroughly ignorant before unexpectedly having to assume responsibility for a crime he did not commit.
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Having to grit your teeth while facing countless journalists and admit to something you did not do, without any warning or psychological preparation beforehand.

He suddenly understood why Jinchu would close himself off like this. Few who had experienced such a thing would come out unscathed, much less be inclined to trust anyone else after that.

Even those not involved were of the opinion that it was orchestrated by the company, what would Mu Jinchu think?

The young man sitting next to him was quiet. He did not look at the laptop, and Lin Jing’s crying did not attract his attention. He seemed to have fallen into a state of shock, his eyes empty and devoid of light.

Lin Feng’s chest suddenly tightened.

“Jinchu, don’t think about it anymore. You have already done enough— don’t involve yourself in this matter anymore, understood?”

Caressing the taut back of the youth next to him, Lin Feng turned to look at his own younger brother who seemed driven to distraction, before sighing softly.

“Xiao Jing, you release your own statement about what really happened that night. This is the best way, if the truth was exposed by other means, it would not only reflect badly on you, but could also severely impact the company…”

“No, no, I can’t do it, I can’t!”

Pushed to the breaking point by the anxiety which fueled his sleepless nights from the threats he had been receiving, and now faced with the prospect of a future as a censured outcast, something in Lin Jing snapped. His first misstep has led him irrevocably in a downward spiral. There was no turning back for him.

A strong wave of fear broke his last strand of reason. When Lin Jing looked up, he was only met with chilly disappointment from his brother. Suddenly panicking, he got up and fled from the room.

The assistant immediately gave chase. Lin Feng was about to get up as well, but recalled Mu Jinchu who was still seated by his side. His eyes softened again, and he looked apologetic.

“I’m sorry, I should have returned sooner.”

Carefully gathering the youth’s cold body into his arms, Lin Feng slowly stroked his back until warmth finally seeped into the taut body, and the boy gradually relaxed in his embrace.

He had been bearing his burdens in silence, and no one else but himself knew of the suffering it caused him, but still he spared no thought for himself.*

Syeki: 他究竟一个人承担了多少,自己居然直到一切伤害都已造成的时候,才想起把目光转到他的身上。 What I’m roughly gleaning is that, the weight of his burdens, only he himself knows, even after having received injuries, and only looked after himself after all is done.

Clearly such a good and lovable child.

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Tightrope 17

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Chapter 17 – Across the Line

Sasuke turned to Naruto first. “Naruto, you said you learned the Shadow Clone Technique right?” At Naruto’s nod, he continued, “How many can you make?”

“I don’t know. Five hundred? Eight hundred? Probably more.”

Sakura’s eyes widened at the information.

Sasuke nodded. “Make a few clones and transform them to look like someone else. Send two to find Gai-sensei and Misao-sensei. They’re both jonin and should be able to handle themselves against an enemy ninja. Send the third one to find a chunin instructor, someone that can identify whether this ninja is our jonin-sensei or not. The other clones should look for any other source of help that can be trusted. Don’t send too many clones out of the Academy at once. That might rouse his suspicion.”

Naruto nodded and made the clones. With a puff of smoke they transformed into nondescript looking Academy workers and left the room. Sakura’s brows were knotted with worry, but she kept her composure.

“If that ninja is strong enough to take down a jonin then he must be pretty strong. Our goal is not to defeat him, only to keep him here until reinforcements arrive. If possible, we’ll try to detain him. Go in with the intent to kill, and don’t let yourselves be killed. If the situation goes south, pull back, understood?”

Sakura and Naruto nodded. Twin looks of grim determination on their faces.

“Naruto, I want you to climb to the roof from the outside,” Sasuke pointed at the window. “I will go to the room across the hall and climb up from that side. Naruto, use your clones to overwhelm him. I’ll look for a chance to restrain him. Sakura, take the stairs and stay hidden until you see an opening and then attack, or jump in if it looks like one of us is in trouble.”

They nodded.

“Go,” Sasuke commanded and left the room to do his part. Sakura followed him out the room and then turned down the hallway to get into position.

Sasuke had yet to learn tree climbing with chakra, but he was ingenious with ninja wire and made use of that to scale the building. He knew that Naruto would find a way up with all of his prankster tricks under his belt.

His head popped up to the roof in time to see a horde of Naruto clones ganging up on the lazy jonin. The jonin was reading a book and scratching absently at his head when Naruto attacked. From his vantage point, Sasuke couldn’t tell if Kakashi was surprised or not, but Kakashi immediately sprung into action, taking down the clones with ease. That damnable orange book was still held open with one hand.

“Maa, maa. So energetic.”

“Who are you?” Naruto demanded.

“I’m your jonin-sensei.”

“Yeah, right. Like I would believe that so easily.”

Sasuke crept closer. The real Naruto went in to exchange blows with Kakashi. While Kakashi was preoccupied with Naruto’s aerial assault, Sasuke swept in to take out Kakashi’s footing with a sweeping kick. Kakashi leapt upward nimbly and avoided his leg, but Sasuke was prepared for that. As he pulled away, he gripped his ninja wire and pulled. A second attempt at Kakashi’s legs. Kakashi jumped away from the general area to avoid the ninja wire and a kick to the head courtesy of Naruto.

It really was quite impressive to see all that orange moving in a mass.

Sasuke followed Kakashi with a Great Fireball Technique that had Kakashi tucking his beloved book away. Sasuke couldn’t be sure if it was because Kakashi had deemed them worthy of his attention or if he was just hiding his book away for safekeeping. Sasuke pursued with a barrage of shuriken.

Kakashi dodged backwards into a trio of Naruto clones waiting to pummel him. Kakashi kicked one in the stomach, poked another in the eyeballs, and headbutted the third one in the face with enough force to dispel all of them.

As the third clone poofed out of existence, Sasuke slid under Kakashi’s guard and unleashed a fury of upward kicks and punches. Kakashi retaliated. He easily deflected Sasuke’s attacks and spun him around in the air, but Sasuke thrived in the air. He turned the spin into a twirling air kick that was too quick to dodge. Kakashi raised his arm to block.

Sasuke smirked when his kick collided. He had put a lot of momentum into that kick and he was also wearing weights. The kick actually forced Kakashi back and Sasuke celebrated the small victory.

Kakashi made an abortive, distracted movement towards his head, and that was when Sakura came out brandishing a giant battle-ax. Even Sasuke paused at the sight. Sakura swung the ax with strength that belied her petit body. She would have cleaved Kakashi in half if he hadn’t used the Substitution Technique. A log of wood clattered to the floor in two pieces. The cut was clean and precise.

“Naruto. Up!” Sasuke commanded.

The blond understood immediately, and with a clone, he made a step with their joined hands and threw Sasuke up to where Kakashi landed. Sasuke spun in the air and weaved his ninja wire around Kakashi to restrain the jonin, but the jonin escaped and the wire tightened around a sandbag instead.

Sakura deftly changed the direction of her giant battle-ax and swung diagonally up to attack Kakashi. The jonin dodged, and Sasuke swung the sandbag at him. Sakura abandoned her ax as Kakashi dodged in her direction and she engaged him in a taijutsu battle.

Sasuke was impressed by Sakura’s fluid display. He knew she was training in taijutsu, and her rankings in class had gone up, but he didn’t know she had gotten this good already. She must have held back in taijutsu class. Still, she was no match for a jonin. When Kakashi knocked her backwards, Sasuke slid in to catch her, and Naruto charged in with his clones.

“Dynamic Entry!”

A green blur descended on the roof, and rocketed towards Kakashi. Naruto jumped back as Gai made contact with the concrete roof, denting the surface.

“Who dares to attack the youthful students of Konoha?” Gai slid fluidly into a taijutsu stance and then he faltered.

“Kakashi-san?” Misao exclaimed with surprise as she landed before Sasuke and Sakura with three kunai in each hand.

At the same time, Gai shouted, “Kakashi!”

“You two know this guy?” Naruto asked.

“Yes,” Misao answered. “He is Hatake Kakashi, a fellow Konoha jonin.”

“Oh.” Naruto dispelled his clones. “Hey guys,” he waved to Sakura and Sasuke who was getting back onto their feet. “He’s not an enemy ninja!”

“So we’ve heard,” Sasuke said, keeping his voice dry and neutral. They approached Kakashi tentatively.

Sakura bowed. “We apologize for attacking you. But our jonin-sensei was three hours late, so we were afraid that something might have happened to him, and that you might be an enemy ninja posing as him.”

Misao sighed, “This is what you get for being late all the time, Kakashi-san.”

Gai laughed boisterously. “I always said your tardiness would come back to bite you in the butt someday.”

“Thank you for your help, jonin-san.” Sakura bowed to Gai and Misao.

“We are sorry to have troubled you over this,” Sasuke bowed, too.

“It was no trouble at all!” Gai boomed.

“Better safe than sorry,” Misao added and smiled reassuringly.

“But to think that Sasuke and Naruto would be on my eternal rival’s team. Ha ha ha!”

“What’s so funny?” Naruto asked.

“Don’t mind them, grown men have weird hobbies,” Misao said.

At that point three other ninja arrived on the Academy roof. After clearing up the misunderstanding and confirming that, yes, Kakashi is Team Seven’s jonin sensei, the other ninja dispersed, leaving Team Seven on the roof top.

Sakura retrieved her battle-ax and stored it back into a storage scroll.

“When did you learn fuuinjustu?” Sasuke asked.

“I didn’t. A friend of a friend helped me with this,” she indicated the scroll as she tucked it away.

“You were so cool, Sakura-chan! I didn’t know you were that strong,” Naruto enthused.

“Gee, thanks, Naruto.”

“Naruto, don’t be mean to Sakura,” Sasuke chided.

“What? No- I wasn’t- I didn’t mean-”

Sasuke cut through Naruto’s blathering and assured Sakura, “He meant it as a compliment.” Sakura nodded and ignored the stammering blond.

As one they turned to their jonin sensei. He was observing them quietly the entire time.

“Maa maa, you guys certainly stirred up quite a bit of ruckus.” Kakashi said. They stayed silent. He sighed. “Why did I get saddled with such an uncute team?” No one answered him. “Well, I was originally going to test you on your team work, but since you’ve proven to me that you can work together as a team… You passed! Welcome to Team Seven.”

“Wait, pass? Pass what?” Naruto asked.

Kakashi then explained the secret test that all genin teams had to pass in order to become actual genin. Naruto was suitably pissed by the idea until Sakura pointed out that they had already passed.

Kakashi scratched at his head. “Well, meet me at training ground seven tomorrow at eight a.m. sharp.”

“Hatake-sensei,” Sasuke spoke up before Kakashi could flitter off. “Use tomato juice to wash out your hair.”

“Ahh, your doing I see.”

It was a rhetorical statement so Sasuke did not respond. Then Kakashi left.

“What was that powder?” Sakura asked.

“Itching powder.” Sasuke smirked in amusement. “It has a delayed effect of five minutes but gets increasingly itchier as time passes.” It was Sasuke’s own concoction, and of course he was immune to it.

Naruto cracked up. “That was brilliant.”

“Why don’t we eat out for dinner? To celebrate our passing?” Sasuke suggested. Sakura nodded enthusiastically. “No ramen.”

Naruto’s face fell and Sakura giggled.

After dinner that evening and after Sakura had left for her course home, Naruto turned to Sasuke. The blond was blushing and fidgeting uncharacteristically.

“Is something wrong Naruto?”

“Ah, well, today, in the classroom… you said… you said you already had your first kiss.”

Sasuke cocked his head to the side in amusement. “Yes?”

“Was it… was it…”

“Was it what, Naruto?” Sasuke prompted.

“Was it Karin?” The blond blurted.

Sasuke blinked, taken aback. That was a logical assumption, he supposed, what with the way Karin being so blatant about her affections. Karin can be rather extreme with her displays of love, but Sasuke didn’t find her off-putting, he just found her antics a bit over the top and embarrassing. He quite liked her though. The redhead was loyal, tight-lipped, proactive, and a dependable friend and comrade in arms.

“It wasn’t Karin.” Sasuke said.

Naruto brightened up at the news, but then his shoulders slumped. “Do you mind telling me who it was?”

Sasuke scratched the side of his cheek. He can’t very well tell Naruto that he had his first kiss years ago, in his previous life. So he decided to answer as Uchiha Sasuke and not as the dual being that he currently was, “It was you.” And it was the truth as far as Sasuke’s body was concerned.

Naruto’s eyes widened and he stared at Sasuke as he tried to wrap his mind around the answer. “But I thought you meant-”

“I had to say something to get the girls to back off. And it was the truth. At that time I had just had my first kiss with you.”

Naruto studied the sincerity in Sasuke’s eyes, and once the truth dawned on him, the effect was immediate. Color spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

Sasuke chuckled. The blond looked so adorable when he was embarrassed. Naruto normally didn’t do embarrassed. He bulldozed over social conventions and overturned traditions. To see him like this was a rare sight. Taking pity on the boy, Sasuke decided to put an end to his embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it. It was just an accident. I didn’t mind.” Naruto’s face got even redder and Sasuke backtracked. “Oh, that must have been your first kiss. Sorry. Having a guy as your first kiss probably wasn’t what you had in mind.”

Naruto looked down at his sandals and wouldn’t meet Sasuke’s eyes. Ah, hormones, how they love to wreck havoc on the teenage body.

“Look, just forget about it,” Sasuke said, bumping his fist against Naruto’s shoulder in what he hoped was a brotherly manner. “If it makes you feel better we can pretend it never happened.”

Naruto looked up, his eyes wide. He opened his mouth to speak when Karin blitzed in and kicked her cousin into a tree. Neji and Lee soon came into view. From their disheveled state, Sasuke guessed they had just came back from a mission or an intense training session with Gai.

“What a coincidence that we met up here.” Karin gushed.

She did not latch onto Sasuke like she normally would, probably because she was afraid of smelling bad after strenuous activities. Not that Sasuke would’ve mind, since she cuddled him even when he was sweaty and gross, but he decided not to give her any ideas. She was clingy enough as is.

“But Karin-san, you said you sensed Sasuke-sensei and then you-” Lee never got to finish that statement, because Karin punched his face into the ground. She turned to Sasuke with an innocent smile and tittered behind her hand. Sasuke sweatdropped. The redhead was scary. In more ways than one.

“What was that for –ttebayo!” Naruto screamed, having recover from his face plant into the tree.

Karin took Sasuke by the hand and started dragging him along. “Let’s go home, Sasuke. It’s getting late and I want to have a hot bath as soon as possible.”

“Hey, don’t ignore me when I’m talking to you!” Naruto shook his fist at Karin’s back.

Sasuke barely managed to say his good-byes before Karin hauled him out of sight.

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The Big Landlord 93.1

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Chapter 93.1 – Return

News soon spread all throughout the Imperial Fu Palace that the lao wang ye was grounded for three years.

The matter with the playing cards was temporarily being kept secret, so the servants were not sure why the lao wang ye was being grounded, and for three years at that.

The strangest thing of all was that the lao wang ye did not refute this, and only sighed every day, as if there was some pent-up frustration in his heart. The next day, he began to bother Head Steward Fu for a rematch in Fight the Landlord. He had to win back the three years of freedom that he’d lost. But Head Steward Fu was very busy, and even his shadow could hardly be seen.
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Unable to catch the one he wanted, the lao wang ye went to go find his grandson and granddaughter-in-law. The two heard news of him coming from a mile away, and disappeared without a trace. As a result, the lao wang ye was frustrated to death and returned back to his room to heave great sighs.

Every time a servant passed by his room, they could not help but giggle at him.

Speaking of Ye Yu.

An Zi Ran temporarily assigned him to work in Tian Long Gambling House.

The renovations for the gambling house were not done yet, because the amount of engineering was relatively large. As of now, not even a third of the renovations were complete yet. Furthermore, there was only Zhang Tian Zhong there to oversee everything. An Zi Ran was not at ease, so he sent Ye Yu to the gambling house to secretly supervise.

“Wasn’t wang fei unsure if he was reliable or not yet? But now you’re assigning him an important position?” Fu Wu Tian heard that he was going to employ Ye Yu, and he recalled what An Zi Ran said before.

An Zi Ran paused. “Don’t doubt the people that you employ, and don’t employ the people that you doubt.”

When he thought about it later, he felt that it was unnecessary. Ye Yu was in contact with him when he was in An Yuan County. At that time, he did not know Fu Wu Tian, furthermore, he had once received Steward Su’s kindness, and he promised to stay and help the An family. So the chances of him harboring evil intentions were low.

Unexpectedly, Fu Wu Tian suddenly put his hand on his shoulder.

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The height difference between the two was still very large. Although An Zi Ran was still in the middle of growing, no matter how fast he grew, there was still no way that he could be taller than Fu Wu Tian’s shoulders in such a short amount of time. [T/N: Or ever, to be honest. XD] It must be known that Fu Wu Tian was above one point nine meters tall. Even in the capital there was no one else that was taller than him.

An Zi Ran wanted to brush his hand away, but then suddenly remembered something. “What is up with Zhong Yue? You should already know that she likes you right?”

Fu Wu Tian’s steps faltered. He arched his eyebrows in surprise. “Why would wang fei suddenly bring this up? Could it be that Zhong Yue said something to you?” He knew that Zhong Yue had been to the Imperial Fu Palace, and that she would eventually bump into wang fei, but he never thought much about it.

“She didn’t say anything to me.” An Zi Ran pulled his hand off his shoulder. “But she is so obvious. Even if I wanted to pretend that I don’t know, it’s impossible.”

Fu Wu Tian simply put his hand on An Zi Ran’s waist. A pondering light flashed across Fu Wu Tian’s eyes as his hand landed on An Zi Ran’s supple waist. “Is wang fei jealous?”

He did not expect that his wang fei would take the initiative to mention this matter, but he was very happy, because this meant that wang fei attached great importance to whether there were other women around him, right?

Unexpectedly, An Zi Ran did not immediately refute.

Fu Wu Tian tilted his head down to look at him.

An Zi Ran raised his head and looked up at him. “Since we are already together, you should know my character. I will not tolerate my man having other women or men. Furthermore, your bloodline may even end with you.”

The last sentence was particularly serious.

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Fu Wu Tian’s chest swelled with joy. “I have never considered having an heir. Besides, there’s Uncle Fu. He still hasn’t taken a wife. If the Imperial Fu Palace needs an heir, then let him have one.”

Fu Yi was already forty years old, but if he really wanted to have a child, it wasn’t impossible. When Fu Wu Tian realized that in this life he was only going to have his wang fei, this one person, in his life, he had already started to pay attention to Fu Yi in this matter. And he believed that if his grandfather’s illness were better, then he would agree with him too.

An Zi Ran refrained from commenting further on this topic. “How are you planning to handle the matter with Miss Zhong Yue?”

Fu Wu Tian said, “Let Qian An solve it himself.”

An Zi Ran reacted. On that day, he had felt that Ge Qian An’s attitude was a bit strange. He seemed to be trying very hard to protect Zhong Yue. At that time, An Zi Ran had thought that it was because the two were comrades. He did not think that there was more to their relationship.

“Can Deputy General Ge settle this?”

“That is his business.”

What an irresponsible answer!

The two walked as they talked, and unwittingly arrived at the main doors of the prince’s palace. The man standing watch by the door saw them coming and immediately showed an expression of pleasant surprise. He didn’t wait for them to get closer and was already waving his hand vigorously.

Wang ye, wang fei, General Guan is back.”

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Let Me Shoulder this Blame! 43

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Chapter 43

It seems like Lin Jing had slipped something into Mu Jinchu’s drink to get him high, probably aiming to embarrass him at the party, but had miscalculated the amount. Panicked and disoriented, Mu Jinchu had rushed to leave, but ended up causing a car accident instead.

Even while trying to shoulder the blame, he had to rely a lot on guesswork. Su Shi had entirely given up on this hopeless teammate. Fixing his gaze firmly on Lin Feng, he said: “Brother, no one is implicating me. I know you mean well.”

Lin Feng stared at him, his chest suddenly burning with pain.

This reasoning was so full of loopholes, but he couldn’t bear to continue forcing this gentle and sensitive child.

“Jinchu, you have to know, I am your brother.”
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Lin Feng walked over to him and pulled the young man still standing at the doorway into his arms.

All his efforts to keep the youth warm had gone to waste, his body was cold to the touch again. His chest ached as Su Shi lay quietly in his hold, his soft, short hair gently brushing at Lin Feng’s neck.

“I care for you. Even if you misbehave or act foolishly, even if you don’t try to cover up for Lin Jing, I will still care for you.”

The body in his arms shifted, and his gaze was met with a pair of dark eyes full of incredulity, lost and bewildered.

Like a hurt little animal which was obviously terrified, but still approaching him so cautiously on soft paws with the claws sheathed.

Lin Feng couldn’t help squeezing his palms. He led Su Shi over to the sofa to sit, and even brought a blanket to drape over his legs.

“Brother, I—”

His confidence momentarily shaken from the blow, Su Shi grabbed at Lin Feng’s sleeves. Lin Feng held his hand and patted his head: “Don’t be afraid, I won’t force you.”

Having said that, he went to the table and brought out the laptop before returning to sit with Su Shi on the sofa.

“Xiao Jing, you come here too.”

Presumably out of consideration for Mu Jinchu, his tone was a great deal less severe, but there was no warmth in his voice.

Like a drowning man grasping at a lifeline*, Lin Feng scrambled up and hurried over.

[*Syeki: 如逢大赦 (Rú féng dàshè) – like one granted amnesty]

“Let’s take a look together at what is being said on the Internet. After reading it all, you can tell me again who crashed the car.”

Lin Feng’s tone remained steady. He could feel the body of the youth next to him tense up, but forced himself to hold still as he brought up the Weibo page.

Right now, if he were to attempt to exert some measure of control over the headlines, it would appear too deliberate. He wanted Mu Jinchu to be able to openly show his face in public with no fear of reprisal, and so had been looking for evidence and temporarily let things be.

The storm had not passed. Given another night to fester, the situation was only likely to worsen.

He knew how much Mu Jinchu hated these things, but he had to show him the most cruel side of reality in hopes that it would change his mind.

The top search result was, #The inside story of Mu Jinchu’s drunk driving#.

“Brother, please don’t, I don’t want to see it—”

Su Shi suddenly tugged on Lin Feng’s arm, his tone was almost pleading.

He knew Lin Feng was now dead certain that Jinchu had not been the driver, but he lacked solid evidence still. All those fierce and condemning messages against him would be meaningless once the blame was shifted onto Lin Jing, and his mission would be ruined beyond hope of salvation.

“Just this once, Jinchu. As long as you can bear with it and still tell me that you’re fine, then I will not pursue this matter again.”

Lin Feng shook his head at the child’s obstinate expression. He hardened his heart and clicked on the link.

The first hot result leapt out at them.

[ PleasecallmeLeiFengv: To the peanut gallery, let’s analyse all the points of suspicions of the press conference that were brought up by everyone these past two days. Case being: Not a fan nor a hater, People of the media.

First. Lin Jing said that Mu Jinchu crashed the car, Mu Jinchu hesitated for about five seconds, and then suddenly agreed.

Second. When the reporter asked further for specific details, Mu Jinchu was clearly at a loss, and then looked at Lin Jing, as if waiting for his signal.

Third. Lin Jing and Mu Jinchu’s stories were not aligned at the beginning. Then Mu Jinchu changed his story and repeated what Lin Jing had said. Then he apologised and the two of them stopped talking after that.

Fourth. Lin Jing was behaving weirdly, like he was hiding something.

This is as far as I’ve got. So who do you think crashed the car? ]

The replies it garnered has already exceeded ten thousand. The mess was no longer considered a discussion, but the public opinion was also no longer a one-sided view.

Scrolling down and down, the highest number of comments were actually focused on a photograph that was taken on the sly. The picture was blurry, but what was clearly seen was Mu Jinchu’s hand resting on Lin Jing’s head. Anyone could tell it was an act of giving comfort.

[ PasserbyofJusticeA: [image] The evidence is clear, so who was the driver? ]

[Syeki: 锤实 (Chuí shí) – lit real hammer. Referring to solid evidence such as pictures, videos, etc. 锤都这么实了(Chuí dōu zhème shíle) – lit the hammer is already so real.]

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Tightrope 16

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Chapter 16 – Genin Starting Line

Sasuke shifted in bed. The blankets were tangled around his legs from the tossing and turning he did during the night. Haunting images ran through his dreamscape and he fought to wake up. His breathing hastened and then with a sharp intake of air his eyes flew open. They were red. In each eye, three tomoe spun around like a pinwheel caught in a storm gale.

He lay there panting on his bed. Cold sweat coated his face, neck, and back. Outside the birds have yet to wake and blue light shone in through the window, illuminating his room in a cold light. He pushed himself into a sitting position and cradled his head as he tried to regain his bearings. Knowing there would not be any strenuous activity planned for the day, Sasuke had taken a new dose of poison the day before. The active nightmare was probably a side effect of the poison.

Sasuke scrubbed a hand down his face. His eyes bleeding back to black. He probably sweated out most of the poison overnight. That was good. Grabbing a towel, he trudged into the bathroom to go through his morning ablutions.

After a long, hot shower, Sasuke got dressed in his new clothes. To mark his passage from a student to a ninja he had gotten a new wardrobe of clothes. Gone were the whites of childhood and the traditional high collars of the Uchiha clan. In its place was a short sleeved black tunic trimmed in white. The tunic wrapped around his front like a yukata and was belted at the waist with a length of deep red silk. Through the v-neckline of the tunic, a hint of the mesh undershirt he wore could be seen. For bottoms he wore simple black shorts. He switched out the blue cloth of the forehead protector for a black one and also bought black ninja sandals to match everything. Finally he wrapped his arms and legs with bandages for stability and it also helped to hide the weights he wore.

Sasuke looked at himself in the mirror. The sun was just beginning to rise and cast his room in a warmer glow, but the boy before the mirror was a somber image. Sasuke combed his hair quickly and pulled his long black locks up into a high ponytail instead of his usual low tail. His bangs came forward to frame his face. His hair was now just long enough to cover the Uchiha emblem sewed onto the back of his clothing. He knew long hair could become a liability for a ninja, but it was like a memento from his past life. He had long black hair then too. If the time came when he must cut his hair then he would do so without hesitation, but for now he wanted to keep the blanket of comfort.

Sunlight continued to seep in, highlighting his face in the mirror, and for a moment his skin and facial scar was awash in the same color, camouflaging the scar.

If Sasuke tilted his head forward then his bangs would be able to hide his scar, but there really was no need to hide away the scar. It was both a mark of pride and a reminder to him. Sasuke was proud of it because it was a scar he got protecting someone important to him, but it was also a reminder that he only got it in the first place because he wasn’t strong enough to fight off the missing-nin and had to use his body as a meat shield instead. Everyday, looking into the mirror and seeing that scar was a reminder that he had to get stronger to protect everyone dear to him.

Today was the day of the team assignments. Naruto had failed despite Sasuke’s tutoring. Naruto probably failed less horribly than he would have in the original storyline. Sasuke would never know, but he liked to think that his tutelage made a positive difference. He had heard the alarm bells go off last night and could only pray that it was Naruto who stole the Scroll of Forbidden Techniques and not Mizuki. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and he knew they would not settle until he saw Naruto in the classroom, sporting a forehead protector.

When Sasuke entered the classroom, Naruto was not present yet. With his stomach still in knots, Sasuke found his seat by the window and waited. As he walked pass, nosebleeds erupted and a few fangirls fainted from his image change. He supposed he should have anticipated that, but even after all these years he still wasn’t used to having fangirls. Mostly, he pretended they didn’t exist.

“Sasuke-kun, good morning.”

“Ah, Sakura. Morning.”

“May I sit here?”

He nodded. Sakura took the seat beside him. She had changed out the blue cloth of her forehead protector for a green one and switched her old sandals for a new pair of green ones. Asides from that she still wore the same red qipao dress and green leggings. Sasuke thought the green looked nice on her. It brought out her eyes and made them more emerald than olive. He told her so, and she flushed a brilliant shade of red that had Sasuke chuckling and Sakura going even redder.

Finally, Naruto burst into the room with a rowdy greeting, flashing his shiny new forehead protector for all to see. Sasuke breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sasuke!” Naruto bounded up the steps to Sasuke and clambered onto the desk to present his forehead protector to Sasuke.

“Naruto.”

“I passed, dattebayo!”

Sasuke smiled. “So I see, congratulations.”

“What happened? I thought you failed the exam yesterday, Naruto.” Sakura said.

“Heh heh, I took down a rogue ninja and got a field promotion!”

“How did that happen?”

Before Naruto could answer her, the boy behind Naruto elbowed the blond in the butt as he shifted backwards and then Naruto was flailing his arms as he tipped forward.

Sasuke’s eyes widened in disbelief and didn’t react quickly enough to dodge the lips that plastered onto his. He had completely forgotten about this moment in the original timeline and only just now remembered it. Honestly, what were the chances of it happening? The fates must be laughing.

They didn’t immediately jump away from each other. Probably because they didn’t hate each other’s guts so the kiss wasn’t as offensive as it could’ve been. Naruto regained his balance and rocked back onto his hunches.

“Sorry, sorry,” the kid apologized for pushing Naruto accidentally.

“Sasuke?” Naruto’s face was beet red. Sakura was speechless with shock, her mouth hanging open.

“Naruto!” The girls screeched. “How dare you steal Sasuke-kun’s precious first kiss like that?!” They advanced menacingly.

“Hieee!” Naruto jumped off the table and started backing away.

“It’s okay,” Sasuke said, unperturbed. “I’ve already had my first kiss.”

The fangirls froze at this.

“Wh- what?!” Naruto was the first to stammer out, followed by screeches from the fangirls.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”

“Who was it?” The fangirls demanded.

“I have no obligation to broadcast my personal life.”

This shut the girls up, although they didn’t look happy about it.

Naruto looked conflicted, but before Sasuke could ask him what was wrong, Iruka came into the room to announce the teams.

Sasuke breathed another sigh of relief when Team Seven was announced. It stayed the same. He snuck a glance at his new teammates who were conveniently sitting in the same row as him. Both Sakura and Naruto’s rankings have gone up. Sakura was not only the top kunoichi in academics – closely followed by Hinata and Ino – but also her taijutsu ranking was above average. Sasuke had an inkling about why that may be. Not that he was complaining. But he was concerned that the change in scores might affect the team placements.

In retrospect, scores wasn’t the only thing that determined team placements. Individual temperament and other factors also mattered. When Sasuke thought about it a little more, it was probably a given that he and Naruto would end up on Kakashi’s team. Kakashi was the only ninja left in Konoha with a Sharingan, so logically he was the only one that could teach Sasuke how to utilize the dojutsu. As for Naruto, he was Minato’s son and carrier of the kyuubi. Kakashi had close ties with Minato, and he was competent enough to handle the situation should anything go awry with the kyuubi. It was Sakura’s placement that he was uncertain about.

Despite all this reasoning, Sasuke still wasn’t assured until the teams were announced, but now that they were he could rest a little easier. Upon realizing his relief at the situation, Sasuke had to wonder again, why was he so desperate to have Naruto and Sakura on his team? He had grown closer to them both during his time in the Academy, but Sasuke was confident in his ability to work with a wide range of people. After all, he had the patience and experience of someone beyond his years.

There was a lecture on genin protocols and then the class broke for lunch. In the afternoon they would meet with their jonin sensei.

As per usual, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura left the classroom to find a spot to eat together. After the first time they had lunch together, Sakura had been looking for another opportunity to get close to Sasuke, and Naruto presented the perfect opportunity by inviting her to eat with them the next day, and the next, and the next, and then it just became routine. It also helped that Sakura always brought a little extra to fed Naruto’s cavernous stomach.

Sasuke had tolerated Sakura’s company because he thought that Naruto was crushing on the pink-haired girl and she was polite enough to the blond, but when she proved to be less fanatical towards him than canon portrayed her to be, he relaxed and gradually accepted her addition into the group. The fact that she seemed to be taking her ninja training more seriously did nothing but add to her appeal and Sasuke found his respect for her growing. Eventually he started to call her by her given name and at Naruto’s prompting had dropped all honorifics, much to Sakura’s joy.

Sasuke wasn’t sure what caused the change in Sakura, since he did not actively do anything to help her change, but he sure wasn’t going to look the gift horse in the mouth.

After lunch, the genin reassembled in the classroom to meet their jonin sensei. Soon Team Seven was the only one left. Half an hour passed and their sensei still did not arrive.

“Iruka-sensei, you should go home and rest now. We can wait for our new sensei by ourselves,” Naruto said.

Iruka looked unsure, but at Naruto’s prompting he relented with a relieved sigh. Sasuke studied Iruka as he left the room. It was hard to tell, but from the way that Iruka moved, Sasuke deduced that Iruka was injured and it looked like a pretty serious injury, too. It was impressive the way Iruka was able to withstand the pain to be present for team assignments today. Of course, the medic-nin should have healed him, but his injury was still new and he should’ve been relegated to at least a day of bed rest.

Sasuke’s eyes widened and then narrowed into a glare, but the one he was angry at was himself. He can’t believe he had forgotten about Iruka getting hurt by Mizuki. It was one of those details that you didn’t quite forget, but it also didn’t linger at the forefront of your mind, so it needed some trigger to stimulate the memory.

Another hour passed with no jonin showing up. During lunch Naruto had regaled Sasuke and Sakura with the story of his field promotion, smoothly editing out the bit about the kyuubi, and now there was nothing left to talk about. They were on good terms with each other at this point so they didn’t need to break the ice either. All that was left to do was to wait.

Finally, Naruto got so fed up that he took up a chalkboard eraser.

“Naruto, wait.”

“But Sasuke,” Naruto whined.

Sasuke motioned for the eraser and Naruto handed it over with a pout. Sasuke couldn’t help himself. Being around Naruto had made him a bit of a prankster, too. He sprinkled a bit of white powder onto the eraser and then handed it back to Naruto. “Careful with that,” he warned.

Sakura watched the duo with fascinated horror.

Naruto gave him a foxy grin and went to prop the eraser up between the door and doorframe. Half an hour later, Kakashi walked into the room and the trap fell right on top of him. Sasuke wondered if he was humoring them to get them to let down their guard. Well it certainly seemed to work on Naruto, who was busting a gut laughing, and Sakura, who was flabbergasted with disbelief that their jonin sensei had fallen for such an elementary trick. Sasuke couldn’t help the smile on his face, but he hid it behind interlaced fingers. No doubt the jonin would make Naruto and Sasuke regret that little prank tomorrow. Come to think of it, maybe that’s why Kakashi had poked Naruto in the butthole in the original timeline. Sasuke wondered if he would have to guard his butt, too. But for today, it was worth the fun.

“Hmm… my first impression of you all is that I hate you,” Kakashi said, managing to sound both deadpanned and cheerful at the same time. That was an art form in and of itself. “Meet me on the roof in five minutes.” Then Kakashi disappeared with a poof.

Sasuke wasn’t sure what made him do what he did next. He was probably riding high on the successful eraser prank or maybe it was paranoia caused by the poison talking. It was a spur of the moment decision and in hindsight, a completely logical course of action for someone who wasn’t supposed to know what their jonin-sensei looked like.

“Naruto, Sakura, wait.”

His teammates paused on their way to the door.

“We don’t know who that strange ninja is,” Sasuke spoke in a low and urgent voice that immediately had Naruto and Sakura on alert.

“Isn’t he our jonin-sensei?” Sakura asked; her voice pitched to match Sasuke’s low tone.

“That’s a logical leap of deduction, but we can’t be too sure. Our jonin-sensei was supposed to show up three hours ago. Perhaps he or she was attacked by an enemy ninja and that enemy ninja is now posing as our jonin-sensei.”

“What?” Sakura exclaimed in a harsh whisper, disturbed by the idea.

“It’s hard, but it’s happened before, enemy ninja slipping into our village and making off with unsuspecting ninja children.”

Naruto’s face was unusually solemn. He had heard the tale of Sasuke’s kidnapping from the adopted Uchihas. He never got the full story, because Sasuke refused to divulge his full version of the events, but Naruto was able to put enough facts together to figure out the picture.

“Sasuke’s right. We should be careful,” Naruto said.

“What should we do?” Sakura questioned.

Sasuke looked between the two of them, a haphazard plan forming in his mind.

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Author’s Note: OC!Sasuke doesn’t know this, but in my mind, Naruto actually racked up enough points to pass the genin exam this time around. But Mizuki failed him anyways based on a bias technicality, or maybe he messed with the scores of the written exam, and then he approached Naruto afterwards with the “secret test.” Since there’s no way to work this tidbit of information smoothly into the story I thought I’d add it here as a fun fyi.

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The Big Landlord 92.2

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Chapter 92.2 – The Cheated Lao Wang Ye

Soon it was time for lunch.

The two went to the dining hall. Qiu Lan had already brought the little bun over.

The lao wang ye was also there. Although he was sitting properly in his chair, his eyes would dart over to the little bun from time to time. But it was just limited to this, because Head Steward Fu was also there today.
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Seeing that the two of them have arrived, Head Steward Fu ordered the kitchen to begin serving the food. This was the first time that he was eating at the same table as An Zi Ran. After learning his identity, An Zi Ran was not a bit surprised.

The little bun did not eat much. Being eight months old meant that he had already weaned off milk. Nowadays, what he ate was the rice paste made by grinding the best rice grains. The texture was very good and the little bun liked to eat it. Usually, it took some time for little babies to wean off milk, but the little bun didn’t need it at all, and was adapting very well.

There were more people than usual this afternoon. Qiu Lan was a bit nervous and made several mistakes while feeding the baby.

The little bun ate and ate and then refused to eat anymore. His watery eyes looked at the group of adults who were eating, looking very innocent and naïve.

Lao wang ye couldn’t help but look at the little bun a couple of times. He opened his mouth, wanting to talk, but then Head Steward Fu stared at him and he swallowed back his words. He looked really pitiful, but no one sympathized with him.

An Zi Ran couldn’t bear to watch any longer, and mercifully sent Qiu Lan away. Then he took the little bun into his arms and personally fed him the rice paste. When the little bun ate, he was very quiet. He didn’t cry, didn’t make trouble, and didn’t squirm about. When the rice paste was delivered to his little mouth, he automatically opened up and ate it.

“This little guy is so cute, just like Wu Tian when he was little.”

Fu Yi looked at them happily and suddenly recalled the time twenty years ago when he personally took care of Fu Wu Tian. At that time, Fu Wu Tian was also only a few months old. His parents were already not by his side. Babies usually cried and made a lot of noise, but he was not like that.

Lao wang ye echoed this sentiment right away. “Just like Wu Tian. They must be father and son.”

The people who heard this sentence didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

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But Fu Wu Tian smiled without a word.

The meal ended in this harmonious atmosphere and everyone moved into the main hall. An Zi Ran held on to the little bun, who suddenly became excited and lively after eating the rice paste. Originally, he wanted to coax the child to sleep, but those deep crow-black eyes were opened wider than anyone’s. There wasn’t even a bit of sleepiness in those eyes.

Not long after, two servants moved a set of table and chairs over.

An Zi Ran had Fu Wu Tian bring out a set of the playing cards from the wooden box that they had brought back from the engraving workshop that morning. The novelty immediately caught the lao wang ye and Head Steward Fu’s attention.

“What is this?” Head Steward Fu was flabbergasted as he looked at the paper with strange patterns printed on it. However, when he saw the two characters on the back of the card he guessed what it was for. He knew that An Zi Ran was getting ready to open up Tian Long Gambling House, but he didn’t know what An Zi Ran was planning to do with it. At first, he had thought it would be about the same as other casinos.

“Playing cards. You can play a lot of games with them. I intend to add these into the gambling house and promote them in order to attract gambling customers.” An ZI Ran explained.

Lao wang ye also became interested. “Granddaughter-in-law, how do you play with this?”

An Zi Ran placed the little bun atop the table. The little bun also seemed to be very curious. He braced himself with his arms, sitting right in the center of the group of adults, appearing both comical and cute.

An Zi Ran set out thirteen cards of the same color and suit, as well as the two jokers. For the convenience of the gambling customers, cards one through ten used Chinese characters in the upper and lower corners, as opposed to Arabic numerals. The only ones that did not change were the jack, queen, king, and two jokers – these five.

An Zi Ran first explained to them the meaning of each card, and then taught them the most popular game that would circulate in later generations, which was ‘Fight the Landlord!’

“Fight the Landlord?”

Upon hearing the name of this game, Fu Wu Tian’s smiling eyes fell on An Zi Ran. There was a hint of scrutiny in his gaze.

Fu Wu Tian smiled and said, “Very interesting name.”

An Zi Ran expected that there would be such a reaction, and then explained, “This is a two against one game. Two farmers form a coalition to go up against one landlord. You play until the landlord or one of the two farmers finishes putting down all the cards in their hand. Whoever finishes first is the winner. This is a relatively common form of game play. It’s not very fitting for the gambling table, but it is a suitable game for when a group of people have nothing to do.”

After listening to the explanation, they were eager to give the game a try.

Three generations of the same family, each holding a deck of cards.

An Zi Ran went beside the lao wang ye to give guidance. Head Steward Fu and Fu Wu Tian were smarter, they understood after listening to An Zi Ran’s instructions. Only the lao wang ye was still inadequate at grasping the game, but after a few rounds of playing, he also understood. He shouted “landlord, landlord” with such a loud and majestic voice, that unsuspecting people would think he was on the battlefield.

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Only after looking at his cards did An Zi Ran know that he was shouting randomly. As a result, not long after he was slaughtered on the playing card table. Lao wang ye wailed in anger, demanding yet another game, but he was once again soundly thrashed and lost.

“One more time, this time I will definitely win.” Lao wang ye was unwilling to forgive (those who kicked his ass at cards).

An Zi Ran was worried that he would renege again, and warned him in advance, “When your cards are not good enough, don’t casually shout out ‘landlord,’ otherwise you will die very miserably.”

Lao wang ye nodded, but he only half-understood. He was not the banker, so he had to wait until Fu Wu Tian went before it was his turn. Lao wang ye saw that his grandson did not call, and so he glibly called out ‘landlord’ with vigor. Then he happily and smoothly picked up the three cards on the table and put them into his hand.

What he didn’t know was that Fu Wu Tian did this deliberately.

Because what they were betting was that every time the lao wang ye lost a round of cards, he would be grounded for a few days. Contrarily, if he won, they would cancel out a few days of grounding.

Head Steward Fu smiled very gently, because he liked this bet very much.

This kind of game play disadvantaged the lao wang ye the most, but the person in question was very excited. He did not notice the unfairness at all. By the time he realized it, he had accumulated three years worth of grounding.

Head Steward Fu stood up and straightened out the creases on his clothes. He turned to the lao wang ye who had a dull expression on his face, and said meaningful and heartfelt words: “Three years!” After saying this, he left the prince’s palace to attend to work. It was the first time he felt that it was worth it to squander an hour worth of time with the lao wang ye.

An Zi Ran left the main hall with the tired little bun.

Fu Wu Tian followed after him.

Lao wang ye was left all alone in the aftermath of his tragic lost.

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Chapter 42

Upon turning around to follow the assistant’s line of sight, Lin Jing’s legs went weak. He fell to his knees as his soul left him.

“What drugs?”

With a heavy sense of foreboding, Lin Feng strode over to glare into his brother’s eyes, harshly demanding: “Who did you give the drugs to? Who threatened you, what the hell did you do to Jinchu?”

Lin Jing avoided his gaze, hurriedly shaking his head, his eyes filled with panic.

Looking at his mute brother, Lin Feng was suddenly roused into a fury. He jerked Lin Jing up, and dragged him stumbling into the study room.

Mu Jinchu’s medical reports were lying on the table. Lin Feng picked them up and brought it down hard over his younger brother’s head.
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Lin Jing fell to the ground and did not move. The assistant was about to help him when Lin Feng’s sternly sounded: “Don’t help him up. You, read it!”

Lin Jing snuck a look up at him. It didn’t seem like his elder brother had any intention of being soft hearted. He could only pick up the report, steel his nerves, and begin reading aloud.

“…Rib fracture, left lower lung contusion, pleural effusion, lumbosacral soft tissue contusion, right knee ligament tear…”

With every word, his face grew redder and redder from shame, until he could no longer continue. He hung his head as tears fell: “Brother, I was wrong.”

“So you finally admit it?”

Lin Feng glared at him with sharp eyes as his voice grew progressively colder: “The injuries of the body are heavy, but they will heal. You take a look at Jinchu’s Weibo page, do you know what they’re saying about him? Abusing, mocking, threatening— they want to see him dead!”

The ruthless jeers, pitiless and full of the intent to tear down and destroy a person. Lin Jing could almost visualise them, making his back break out in a cold sweat.

He has seen those messages, and the more he looked, the greater his fear and remorse grew.

He was wrong, but he couldn’t admit it.

The agent had told him that if he admitted now, he would not only become the culprit, but also a despicable liar.

The harsh accusations, taunts, and even threats that they see now would all fall on him.

There were some things you could not turn back from. Once you’ve taken the wrong step, you could only continue down that same path.

Nothing would happen to Jinchu. Their elder brother was obviously very protective of him, and his only crime was driving while drunk. As long as he endured and lied low for two years and found something else to attract the public’s attention, there would be a chance to make a comeback.

It wasn’t the same for himself.

Lin Jing’s chest moved rapidly, fear suffocating him. He lowered his eyes and muttered: “Brother, it’s my fault. I was fooling around with Jinchu, and I gave him a drink to loosen him up*. I didn’t think that he would end up causing a car accident on the way back…”

Syeki: Despite the sexual undertones here, it’s not like that. English just has too many dirty undertones lol.

His wildly jumping heart slowly calmed down and Lin Jing looked up cautiously, but was met with a look of cold disappointment in Lin Feng’s eyes.

He felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. A chill crawled up his back.

The disappointment radiating from his elder brother stabbed at him like thorns. His eyes turned red, and he couldn’t hold back the intense burst of emotions in his chest. He struggled to stand up: “Brother, are you trying to ruin me!”

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes at him silently. Lin Jing no longer cared about the current situation as he stood there panting and continued to swear.

“You’re going to stand on Jinchu’s side aren’t you? Go ahead! Let everyone know I’m a lying coward, let them come and tear me down instead. All Jinchu did was get into a car accident, all he has to do is wait it out and people will eventually forget about it, but it’s not the same for me! Why do you have to side with the outsider and force your own brother into a dead end—”

“Mr. Mu, why are you here!”

Outside the door, the assistant deliberately raised his voice to interrupt them. The expressions on the two men’s faces changed slightly.

Lin Feng’s heart slammed against his chest, the arm he had raised to hit Lin Jing slowly lowered to his side. He walked swiftly to the door.

The door was pulled open to reveal Mu Jinchu standing outside.

Despite the embarrassment of having been caught eavesdropping, Jinchu’s face was pale and calm, his gaze mild. He lowered his head with a slightly forced smile.

“Jinchu…”

The youth’s cautious smile left Lin Feng feeling breathless, and he heard his own voice come out sounding unconsciously hoarse.

“Why did you rush over here instead of resting properly? You don’t have to worry about these things, believe in me, I won’t let you be implicated—”

“Brother, I caused the car accident, and the drugs in the wine were also mine.”

Su Shi held on to the door frame for support and stood firmly. He had wanted to leap right in, but felt that it would really ruin the atmosphere, and hence stood earnestly at the door instead.

“I had been feeling really stressed lately and wanted to relax, so I followed Lin Jing to the party. Brother, taking drugs was wrong, can you help us cover this up? Just drop the matter and leave it in the past, please?”

Hearing this, Lin Jing’s gaze revealed stunned incredulity. He hurriedly turned around: “Jinchu—”

Su Shi gave no response, only shooting him a withering look of disdain.

All the shouting and ruckus and Lin Jing’s spilling the beans in his moment of hysteria to the assistant took place in the hallway, which was but a few steps away from his room. Of course, he had heard everything.

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Chapter 41

“I know, you’ve told me several times.”

The smile in Lin Feng’s eyes dissipated, but his tone was still gentle. Raising his hand, he gently caressed the youth’s soft hair: “Jinchu, you and Xiao Jing are equally important to me. I would not want to see either of you in trouble. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Su Shi did not want to understand at all. In vain, his head shrank back into the quilt, his voice faintly sullen: “Brother, it was me who crashed the car, really. Why won’t you believe me…?”

Listening to his muted tone, Lin Feng’s chest felt tight. He couldn’t bear to press the issue any further. He bent over and gathered Su Shi into his arms, patting him through the quilt between them: “It’s okay, it’s okay, I believe you. I’ll believe everything you say.”

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Su Shi’s grievances were fierce. He clutched at his quilt, too upset to speak.
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Watching him suddenly slump in abject misery, sadness seeped into Lin Feng’s eyes.

The scene that had long faded from memory suddenly rose up in his mind’s eye.

The skinny and stubborn teen stood barefoot on the ground, body full of mud and bruises. He kept scrubbing at his face to wipe away the tears, the voice that had not broken yet was bitter and angry.

“Why is it that just because Lin Jing said I did it, he must be telling the truth? Why must everything I say be lies?”

“It really wasn’t me, why won’t any of you believe me!”

“Because I’m not related to you, so everything’s my fault!”

……

Before, he had viewed it as nothing more than a child throwing a tantrum. Now he felt as if there was a blunt knife sawing at his heart, he couldn’t breathe from the pain.

After all, Jinchu was a child taken in by their family, it was only right to have shown him some care.

Not only that. The child had a sensitive nature, and tended to keep to himself. He had never been good with words, unlike Xiao Jing, whose glib tongue could cleverly charm their parents.

Xiao Jing never did own up to that incident in the end. Their father had waved it off with a helpless smile and told them to go to bed, lightheartedly letting the matter settle.

Leaning against the sofa, he had glanced over at the noise in the living room, and then lowered his head to continue working on his paper. Their mother had ushered Xiao Jing back into the house while laughing lightly. Half scolding, half affectionately rubbing his head: “This child, can’t you be nicer to Jinchu?”

In the eyes of the adults, this was nothing more than one of the many common fights between children. There had never been any serious effort made to examine the facts to determine the truth, nor any need to distinguish who was right or wrong.

But in this moment, he suddenly understood the embarrassment, pain and despair that the teen standing in the corner must have felt, with nobody to confide in.

I had the chance to be a good brother.

But now, the child who once stood alone in the corner has closed off his heart.

He still worried over whether or not Lin Feng was tired, still thought of the reputation of the company, but he had also determined that as long as Lin Jing pushed the blame on him, he would never be given the chance to explain himself.

He didn’t believe that anyone would protect him— but unlike back when he was small, he no longer had the strength nor will to defend himself. All his thorns have been carefully turned inward, piercing himself bloody, never to harm anyone else.

Lin Feng stood in silence for a while. He no longer spoke, just ruffled Su Shi’s hair before turning off the wall and ceiling lights for him.

Su Shi held his breath, his eyes dull as his gaze subconsciously followed the back of the retreating figure.

Until the last faint ray of light was slowly eclipsed by the closing door, plunging the room into darkness.

*

Beneath the stairs, the assistant was still doing his best to complete the task assigned by his Chairman Lin.

When Chairman Lin came out from the bedroom, the young master would most certainly be killed. Before that happens, he must find out as many clues as he could.

The assistant was full of confidence, but before he even managed to start laying on the intimidation tactics, Lin Jing’s eyes had turned an angry red and he seized the assistant by the collar.

“So you’re one of them as well… what more do you want! I’ve already done what you asked for— I put the drugs into his wine, and he drank it. Are you saying the car accident was my fault as well?!”

“No, Second Young Master, you’ve misunderstood.”

A chill ran up the assistant’s spine as he was shoved back against the wall. He broke out in a cold sweat as his entire body stiffened.

“I just wanted to ask— who was at the party that day. If you tell me, I will put in a good word for you with Chairman Lin…”

“What?”

Lin Jing was dumbfounded. He turned pale as he realized he had overreacted and inadvertently let slip some things that ought not have been said. His grip loosened and he took two unsteady steps back: “Brother Li, you, you just treat what I said as nonsense, don’t tell elder brother! Please, you have to help me!”

The assistant staggered before straightening himself, stiffly supporting the other. As he looked up, he was greeted with the roiling rage swirling like ink in the dark eyes of his chairman, who was standing close by.

“Second Young Master… Do you still want to live?”

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The Big Landlord 92.1

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Chapter 92.1 – The Cheated Lao Wang Ye

Because of An Zi Ran and Fu Wu Tian’s extraordinary identities, Li Zhen did not dare to neglect them and took the initiative to lead them to the reception room inside the workshop.

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A worker there recovered his senses and hurriedly picked up the wooden box to catch up to them. On the inside, he was very excited, because he was able to see the rumored God of War with his own eyes. For commoners like them, this was a very nice surprise!

Upon entering the reception room, Li Zhen politely invited them to sit down.

Li Zhen went to the door and took the wooden box from the worker who had just arrived. After sending the worker away, he went back into the room and took the wooden box to An Zi Ran.

“An gong zi, everything you want is done. There are twenty sets*. All in here.”

[*T/N: 副 fu – translation sites say this means “pair,” but from my understanding, it can also mean “set,” as in a set of cards, which makes more sense to me in this context]

An Zi Ran opened the box and took a glance to confirm that it was indeed twenty sets. Li Zhen had made twenty sets of paper boxes according to An Zi Ran’s specifications. All fifty-four cards were contained within the box. At a glance, they looked like modern poker playing cards.

Poker cards were rumored to have stemmed from ma diao*, and later generations generally believed that ma diao was very likely to be the prototype of modern playing cards. No one knew the specifics. However, it was necessary to use coated paper to make poker cards. Coated paper was a type of high-grade copy paper made by coating the original base paper in a layer of white paint.

[*T/N: ma diao – a late imperial Chinese trick-taking gambling card game according to wiki https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madiao ]

In this time period, there was no such thing as coated paper yet.

Fortunately, he later found a type of paper material that could replace coated paper.

This kind of paper material was the most superior official card paper, mainly for the wealthy people to make business cards. It was also the type of paper used in making wedding invitations or for other joyous events. Because it was thickened with a thin sliver of bamboo material, the price was comparatively expensive.

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Li Zhen used up quite a bit of official card paper to make twenty sets of playing cards, but An Zi Ran gave him a lot of money, so he did not feel bad about it.

An Zi Ran opened up one of the decks and took out all fifty-four cards. One by one, he carefully looked over them. The patterns were basically the same as the drawings he gave as blueprints. Although it was incomparable to modern printing, he was already very satisfied with these results.

Li Zhen saw Fu wang fei nod his head with satisfaction and breathed out a sigh of relief.

It was quite difficult to print on official card paper. Because he couldn’t touch the pattern with his finger pad, he had to try many times before he succeeded.

At that time it was in order to fulfill the customer’s request. Now he was sincerely happy that he had done his best.

Fu Wu Tian picked up a card and turned it over to see that there was also a pattern on the back. The difference was that the backside was covered with dense colors. There were two characters encircled in an oval on the top and bottom. The two characters were tian meaning ‘sky or heaven’ and long meaning ‘dragon.’

Wang fei, what does this mean?”

An Zi Ran saw that he noticed the back and replied, “This is the name of the gambling house.”

Fu Wu Tian rubbed his fingers over the tian character and suddenly said, “Wang fei, isn’t this one of the characters in this prince’s name? Could it be…”

An Zi Ran took the playing card from his hand. “Tian Long means flying dragon in the heavens. Don’t be smug.”

On the side, Li Zhen secretly wiped his sweat. He felt like he had heard some extreme secret, furthermore, it was more than one secret.

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An Zi Ran put the cards back into the paper box, placed it inside the wooden box, and then he looked at Li Zhen. “Boss Li, I have a business proposal for you, don’t know if you’re interested or not?”

Li Zhen was faintly startled.

An Zi Ran never thought that he could fool Li Zhen. Once news of Tian Long Gambling House spread, Li Zhen would be able to guess his identity sooner or later. Moreover, the amount of playing cards he wanted to make wasn’t just twenty sets. After the playing of poker cards become widely circulated, the production of poker cards would become a big business.

“Boss Li can think about it. There’s no need to rush. After the opening of Tian Long Gambling House, you can come find me anytime at the Imperial Fu Palace.”

After saying this, An Zi Ran and Fu Wu Tian left together.

Only then did Li Zhen come back to his senses. Fu wang fei wanted to do business with him. And what was this matter about Tian Long Gambling House? He has never heard of a place called Tian Long in Jun Zi City.

With his mind full of doubts, Li Zhen immediately found a worker to inquire about Tian Long Gambling House, as a result, the worker brought back shocking news. He had also heard about the matter with Feng Hua Gambling House, but he never expected that the bankroller was Fu wang fei.

Li Zhen shuddered and immediately had people seal things* up. He also ordered the workers under him not to tell anyone about the paper cards, not even to family members. He had a hunch that the business proposal that Fu wang fei spoke of will be a big business opportunity. When all was said and done, everything would become clear on the day that Tian Long Gambling House open for business.

[*T/N: 东西 dong xi – literally “things.” The text did not specify what.]

The two did not return directly to the prince’s palace.

An Zi Ran wanted to go to Tian Long Gambling House to take a look, not go inside and look around, but to see the outside.

Fu Wu Tian accompanied him to circle around the outside of Tian Long Gambling House. The renovations of the casino went smoothly. During this period, there were people who came to look for trouble, but they were all blocked.

Even before the renovations started, Fu Wu Tian had already premeditated this situation. He was the one who found all these construction workers, and they were not ordinary people. These people were all selected from his army. Each and every one of them was a skillful expert. Most importantly, very few people have seen them before, so there was no need to worry about someone recognizing them.

After looking over the place, the two of them returned to the Imperial Fu Palace.

Just as they arrived in front of the prince’s palace, the people guarding the doors told An Zi Ran that there’s someone looking for him. Because that person had a letter personally written by An Zi Ran, Steward Zhou didn’t dare to neglect him and invited him inside to wait. Right now, that guest was waiting in the main hall.

Once the letter was mention, An Zi Ran guessed who it was right away.

When the guest heard the approaching footsteps, he turned around immediately.

An Zi Ran was met with an ordinary face. It was different from what he had imagined. He thought that A Ye would be a suave and astute person. As they drew near, A Ye hurriedly stood up and raised his cupped hands respectfully.

“This little person pays respect to wang fei, wang ye.”

A Ye has never seen Fu Wu Tian before, but he was able to accurately address him. Moreover, he only seemed to be about twenty years old, give or take, and when he saw them, he was not as overcautious as Li Zhen.

An Zi Ran knew that he was very smart. “Rushing on the road for a day, you must be tired. If there’s anything to talk about, let’s save it for tomorrow. I’ll have Steward Zhou show you a place to rest.”

A Ye nodded and obediently followed Steward Zhou away.

“What is his full name?” Only after the person had left did Fu Wu Tian reveal his interest.

An Zi Ran thought about it for a while. It has been some time. “Steward Su seemed to have said that his name is Ye Yu. It’s a very nice sounding name, but it doesn’t feel very suitable for him.”

When one hears the name Ye Yu, meaning ‘night’ and ‘feather,’ most people would think of a man with a handsome face, not a young man with an ordinary face, and even one with a somewhat deadpan expression. But no matter what the reason, An Zi Ran would not ask him deliberately, because everyone deserved his or her own privacy.

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Update – FOD: Xue Zi Xuan Side Story

Hello Everyone,

Just a quick update for fans of this story. I recently contacted my co-translator, Moonlightfrost10, and she told me that she’s lost the motivation to continue translating this story, but she will still finish translating chapter 5.3 and after that I will take over as sole translator for this story. While she’s working on chapter 5.3 I’m stockpiling chapters, so that hopefully when I take over I can give you more frequent updates than before. I promise you, this story will not be dropped. Even if real life makes updates slow at times, I still plan to see this project through to the end. So keep an eye out for new updates on this site. See you soon.

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Edit: Unfortunately I don’t know when chapter 5.3 will be up as I am not privy to Moonlightfrost10’s personal schedule. I’m just waiting patiently like everyone else. Thank you for understanding.