Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

Pan Yang approached him, looked him up and down, and narrowed his eyes as he looked at his empty wrist: "Where's the bracelet?"

"That bracelet," Fu Zhouyang pretended to think for a moment and grinned, "it's probably been given to some girl. You want it back? That's going to be difficult."

“After all, you saw it yourself, I don’t know who I gave it to.” Fu Zhouyang’s eyes swept over the group of girls before he looked at Pan Yang: “Young Master Lu, why don’t you ask the girls yourself?”

Pan Yang didn't speak, but looked at the young ladies sitting next to him. One of them was getting restless and quickly stood up, smiling, and said, "Young Master Fu and Young Master Lu, please continue your conversation. I'll go chat with the other ladies."

One of them wisely left, and the remaining few naturally dared not stay any longer.

Pan Yang sat down next to Fu Zhouyang, picked up an apple from the table, and on the other side, the opera had already started. To make matters worse, the birthday song was about Chen Shimei.

"Who did you give the bracelet to?" Pan Yang finally asked after a long silence.

Fu Zhouyang leaned to the other side with a smile on his face: "I don't remember."

"Fu Zhouyang, you need to think this through. I'm not sure if whoever gets the bracelet will see the sun rise the next day." Pan Yang fiddled with the apple in his hand, and suddenly the apple fell to the ground and broke in two.

"Are you threatening me?"

"This isn't a threat, just letting you know." Pan Yang took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands. "So you need to think carefully about what you're doing."

Even 001 could sense that Pan Yang was extremely unhappy; this was the first time such a situation had occurred.

"Young Master Lu is truly impressive; he's even more capable than me, the Commander-in-Chief." Fu Zhouyang looked at Pan Yang, but his tone remained somewhat nonchalant.

"I can't compare to you." Pan Yang glanced at him and prepared to get up, otherwise he really couldn't guarantee what he would do.

This is outrageous! The hidden figure actually dared to give away what I gave to someone else.

"You're easily teased." Fu Zhouyang said, then took out a bracelet from his pocket and put it on his wrist. He said helplessly, "I didn't give it to anyone else. I said that things given by Young Master Lu should be kept safe. How could I give it to someone else?"

Pan Yang sat back down without replying.

Fu Zhouyang knew without a doubt that Pan Yang was genuinely angry: "Young Master Lu, don't be angry. You're young but have quite the temper."

Unfortunately, all that answered him was the sound of opera singing in his ears.

He smacked his lips, picked up an apple from the table, took out a military knife from his waist, cut the apple in half, and handed him a piece: "Eat half an apple to calm down."

Pan Yang glanced at him and took the apple.

"I'm curious why Young Master Lu likes me?" Fu Zhouyang put the knife back and took a bite of half an apple.

"Because it's you." Only then did Pan Yang speak, taking a bite of the apple in his hand with a hint of resentment.

"Tsk." Fu Zhouyang was a little surprised to hear this. What did he mean by "because it's me"? He shook his head helplessly: "If Young Master Lu is just acting on a whim, it's best if he doesn't get close to me."

"Oh." Pan Yang gave a cold "oh" and took another bite of the apple.

Immediately afterwards, several more people came forward to curry favor with Fu Zhouyang, offering nothing more than words of "please take care of me."

Pan Yang grew impatient and got up to find a quiet place to sit.

Fu Zhouyang did not stop him when he saw his actions. Soon, his subordinate Jiang Sunan arrived and whispered a few words in his ear. The two then prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Fu Zhouyang caught sight of Pan Yang in the crowd and waved to him. Naturally, he didn't wait for Pan Yang to reply before leaving the banquet.

Throughout the entire banquet, Pan Yang sat almost entirely in a corner, and Lu Qinghe didn't notice her until the banquet ended and everyone had left.

Back at the Lu family home, Lu Qinghe was the first to stop Huan Yang from going back to his room: "I've found that pen pal."

"Oh."

"It's Miss Fang, Fang Xiao."

"Oh."

"The Fang family is absolutely despicable, they're a real sight! Fang Xiao even has bound feet and can't leave the courtyard on her own."

"Oh."

Lu Qinghe finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Why are you 'oh'ing me?"

"Otherwise what?" Pan Yang looked at her coldly. Foot binding was a common practice. The young ladies of wealthy families who still longed for the previous dynasty almost all had their feet bound, and almost everyone was confined to their courtyards.

This feudal ideology is so deeply ingrained that it cannot be changed in a short period of time.

Lu Qinghe didn't reply. Yes, what else could she do? She was just one person and couldn't change the minds of so many people, but at least she couldn't give up on Miss Fang.

Seeing the change in Lu Qinghe's expression, Pan Yang didn't say anything more and went back to his room to prepare for sleep.

The next morning, Pan Yang did not see Lu Qinghe. Lu's father also left early. As soon as Pan Yang stepped out the door, he saw a car stop.

The back door opened, and Fu Zhouyang came into view. He waved to Pan Yang, whistled, and said, "Want to go for a drive?"

Without saying a word, Fan Yang got in the car, closed the door, and the driver was Jiang Sunan.

The car drove smoothly and soon left the city.

"Young Master Lu, aren't you going to ask us where we're going?" Fu Zhouyang asked with interest.

"Where are we going?" Pan Yang asked cooperatively.

"With such delicate skin, Young Master Lu could make a lot of money selling him to human traffickers," Fu Zhouyang joked, intending to tease Pan Yang, but Pan Yang didn't react at all. He nudged him with his arm: "At least give me some reaction."

"Oh my, I'm so scared." Pan Yang said expressionlessly, his voice devoid of any intonation, as perfunctory as could be.

Seeing his reaction, Fu Zhouyang clicked his tongue and asked, "Does Young Master Lu know how to use a gun?"

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Fu Zhouyang was somewhat surprised: "Not bad, no wonder you studied abroad."

The car stopped as soon as he finished speaking. The three of them got out and parked behind a thicket of bushes. The surrounding area was full of weeds and rugged paths, and it didn't look like a place where anyone would live.

Then Fu Zhouyang pulled him along for a while, and they saw three men huddled together suspiciously, talking about something. One of them was even wearing a military uniform.

Pan Yang was puzzled, wondering what was going on. He looked at Fu Zhouyang, but Fu Zhouyang simply put his index finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet.

Suddenly, with a snap, Jiang Suonan stepped on a tree branch, which obviously alerted the three people.

The man in military uniform immediately pulled out his gun and fired in the direction the group was.

Before Fu Zhouyang could make a move, a white sword appeared in Pan Yang's hand and blocked the bullet.

Now the three of them no longer needed to hide. Fu Zhouyang swiftly drew the gun from his waist and fired several shots at them.

Seeing that they were at a disadvantage, the three men prepared to run away, but Xiaoyao, who had been sent flying, landed on their calves and forced them to their knees. Fu Zhouyang took the opportunity to shoot at the legs of the three men.

The man in military uniform felt a pang of panic, then looked at Fu Zhouyang and tried to remain calm: "Commander, I don't understand why you suddenly want to kill us. Aren't you afraid of losing the morale of the army?"