May this scumbag husband, who favored his concubine over his wife, rest in peace.

"Oh my, as expected of Young Master Pei! Look at his grandeur!" Everyone cheered, and Pei Zhicheng's face immediately turned even worse.

His gaze swept over everyone.

He was familiar with this group of people; they were all notorious playboys in the capital. He had never given them a second glance before, and they had never dared to stand in front of him like this.

Pei Zhicheng didn't want to get entangled with them any longer: "My time is precious, I don't have time to waste on your nonsense!"

After saying that, Pei Zhicheng walked straight ahead.

He suddenly exuded an aura of authority, and the crowd instinctively parted to make way for him.

As they watched him disappear, the group exchanged glances and began to murmur amongst themselves.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

"Are you possessed? You're like a completely different person!"

Pei Zhicheng followed the page into the school and soon became drowsy.

He knew the Four Books and Five Classics by heart, but now Xue Lu was teaching the most basic things, which was really boring.

He had a very difficult day.

The material itself wasn't difficult, but what was unpleasant was the feeling of having to waste time.

After school finally ended, Pei Zhicheng went straight to find Wen Yuanshu without even taking a break.

"Please, Mother, think of a way to get your son to attend classes at the Wen family school!" Pei Zhicheng knelt on the ground, getting straight to the point, looking as if he had suffered a great injustice.

It's one thing if Xue Lu doesn't learn anything, but the teacher is also unknown and won't be of any help to him in the future. It's a real waste of time!

Wen Yuanshu was busy making tea. Upon hearing this, she only lifted her eyelids to glance at him and said indifferently, "Didn't you personally tell your maternal grandfather about this last time?"

Pei Zhicheng gritted his teeth and said, "But Mother is, after all, my maternal grandfather's own daughter. Your words carry far more weight than mine! I beg Mother to help me this time!"

Wen Yuanshu remained silent for a moment, but her hands continued to move.

After a long pause, she said, "But I am already married. As the saying goes, a married daughter is like water spilled from a cup. My reputation is only enough to send you and Xi'er in last time. If I send them in again... I'm afraid it wouldn't be appropriate."

Pei Zhicheng was stunned.

Wen Yuanshu... actually rejected him?

"Alright, if you have nothing else to do, you can go back now. I'm still busy here."

Pei Zhicheng pursed his lips. Seeing that Wen Yuanshu was really ignoring him, he could only sigh and obediently retreat.

After leaving the main hall, Pei Zhicheng paused and went to find Pei Zeyu.

That woman is completely devoted to his father; if he were to speak to her, there would definitely be no problem.

However, as soon as he stepped into the study in the front yard, he heard a burst of giggles coming from inside.

"My lord, you really can't stop for a moment! Please have some pity on me and let me rest!"

"You little vixen, you're still so alluring even when you want to rest? Whose fault is it if you can't rest?"

The sounds inside grew increasingly ambiguous.

The next moment, the study door was pushed open, and Pei Zhicheng looked at the man and woman entangled on the desk, his face turning pale.

Bai Tong exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly gathered her clothes around herself.

Pei Zeyu shielded the person behind him, his face terribly grim: "Pei Zhicheng, what are you doing!"

"What am I doing?" Pei Zhicheng sneered. "Father, what are you doing now! You're fooling around with this woman, what about my mother!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Pei Zeyu shouted angrily, "What have I done to wrong your mother!"

"Father, you've gone like this! All you did was be unfaithful to Mother! How could you do this to her!"

Faced with Pei Zhicheng's questioning, Pei Zeyu was so angry that he couldn't even speak.

Bai Tong straightened his clothes, realizing the situation was amiss, and said in a resentful tone, "Young Master is questioning his biological father. How come I never noticed before that Young Master could be so unfilial..."

"You bitch!"

Seeing that she still dared to stir up trouble, Pei Zhicheng took a step towards the study.

However, as soon as he stepped inside, Pei Zhicheng grabbed something from the desk and started throwing it at him.