He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

“I really want to buy it, name your price,” Ji Wenhao said.

Qu Yi: "I've already agreed on the price."

Ji Wenhao laughed: "You're talking about the price of the courtyard."

Qu Yi paused in her movements and looked at him.

Ji Wenhao waved his folding fan, striking a dashing pose, and asked, "...Where is he?"

Only Qu Yi and Zhao Yang lived in the courtyard, so Ji Wenhao's purpose was quite obvious.

Being kicked out again, Ji Wenhao didn't get angry but laughed. He laughed loudly outside the house a few times, then shouted at the gate, "I'll come back tomorrow!"

Qu Yi entered the house with a calm expression.

Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the doorway, seemingly lost in thought.

Two days later.

Ji Wenhao hummed a tune he'd heard somewhere and walked briskly down the road.

As he passed by the riverbank, which was swollen from the heavy rain, he saw a person who looked quite familiar.

He was dressed in a light blue outfit, the fabric of which was clearly of inferior quality, yet he stood tall and exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Ji Wenhao gritted his teeth. He didn't know what was wrong with this country bumpkin. He had suddenly developed an aura that made him somewhat afraid. Just looking at him made him angry.

Zhao Yang turned to look at him, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Young Master Ji, what a coincidence."

With a cold snort in his heart, Ji Wenhao puffed out his chest and forced an imposing manner: "How could I possibly be so lucky as to meet you? You are the one who is extremely fortunate to have met me."

"Is that so? Then I must thank Young Master Ji for his generosity."

"It's good that you know what's good for you."

Seeing Zhao Yang's humble posture, Ji Wenhao raised his chin, becoming even more arrogant.

Lost in his swagger and superiority, Ji Wenhao was completely oblivious to the dark look in the eyes of the young man in blue by the river.

He snapped his folding fan open, making a sound: "You should know that I am deeply in love with Qu Yi. I see that she still cares about you quite a bit. If you're smart, come and ask me for some money and leave on your own. Don't hold her back."

He didn't want to get involved with Qu Yi, especially with a child in tow.

"Young Master Ji wants to marry my sister?"

"Wife?" Ji Wenhao scoffed. "The future mistress of my Ji family is not someone anyone can just take on. If your sister sent you to ask these questions, then go back and tell her that I can take her as a concubine and guarantee that I will only dote on her. But she should keep her position as mistress to herself."

"You want to take her as a concubine?" Zhao Yang's eyes were cold and unfathomable.

“Your sister has no parents and no powerful backing. She should be happy for the rest of her life just to be able to marry into my Ji family,” Ji Wenhao added. “Don’t worry, her status after marriage has nothing to do with how much money I give you.”

"How much can Young Master Ji give me?"

Zhao Yang smiled, but his eyes held a chilling coldness.

Ji Wenhao casually said a number, thinking it should be enough to intimidate this country bumpkin.

Who knew that Zhao Yang's smiling words would infuriate him.

"Young Master Ji is so stingy; how can you even bring yourself to spend such a small amount of money?"

Ji Wenhao was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "You have no idea how many years it has been since you've seen so much silver! Don't be ungrateful!"

So many?

Zhao Yang revealed a mocking expression.

There are not as many as those that are deliberately placed in the box.

"I never expected Young Master Ji to make such a move as if it were a grain of rice or two. It's quite an eye-opener. Judging from Young Master Ji's attitude, could it be that the Ji family is about to fall?"

These words struck a nerve with Ji Wenhao.

Having lived a life of luxury for so many years, he can't stand hearing others say such things, fearing that if they say them, they might come true.

He cursed under his breath, didn't even put away his folding fan, and suddenly rushed towards Zhao Yang, clearly intending to give him a good beating.

He originally thought he could take down Zhao Yang's seemingly frail body with one punch, but to his surprise, Zhao Yang caught his fist with his bare hands, twisted it forcefully, and then twisted it again.

"Kacha!"

"Ah—" Ji Wenhao screamed and knelt on the ground, his face pale.

Zhao Yang was still holding his wrist in his hand. With a gentle flick, his wrist hung there as if it had been detached from his forearm.

"Take her as a concubine..." Zhao Yang sneered. "How dare you?"