For some reason, Housekeeper Zhou seemed a little arrogant today. With a fake smile, he said, "Young... Master, the Countess says I can still manage the affairs of the manor."
Housekeeper Zhou had deliberately lengthened the way he addressed Fan Xian, and the disrespect in his tone was obvious.
Fan Xian smiled at the contempt in the housekeeper's eyes. Although he had never felt sorry for himself because of his status as an illegitimate child, it was rare to see someone look at him like this, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
Seeing that things were not going well, a clever servant girl sneaked away to find the Countess. The other maids and servants were watching the scene nervously. Although there were two branches, everyone knew that Young Master Fan Xian's status was not very honorable. Moreover, the Danzhou manor's resources had all come from the capital, from the hands of the second wife.
It was because of this that the second wife's trusted aide, Housekeeper Zhou, dared to be so disrespectful to the young master. After all, in everyone's minds, the heir to Count Sinan's vast family fortune could only be the young master of the capital, not the adorable 12-year-old before them.
Although the servants had always respected and loved Fan Xian, at a time like this, no one dared to take the risk of offending the second wife by taking Fan Xian's side.
Only Fan Xian's personal maid, Sisi, held Fan Xian's hand tightly. Fan Xian was well aware of the servants' concerns. It was not easy for anyone to live a better life, so he did not feel sad or disappointed. He just tilted his head and looked curiously at the unhappy Housekeeper Zhou, wondering why he, who had always been well-behaved, was finally unable to resist.
Housekeeper Zhou was the second housekeeper of Count Sinan's manor in the capital. Because he had committed a minor offense in the capital, he had been banished to the remote port of Danzhou. But Housekeeper Zhou did not feel that his life had been separated from the prosperity of the capital, nor did he feel sad.
Count Sinan's first wife had been dead for many years, and the second wife had given birth to a son seven years ago. Her status had risen, and her family had some background, so she was on the verge of ascending to the first wife's position. At such a crucial time, Butler Zhou, who was the second wife's confidant, naturally came to Danzhou with ill intentions.
In order to complete his task, he carefully managed the Count's estate. He was especially respectful to the old madame, and was amiable to the servants. He rarely interfered with other people's work, but every time he saw the little bastard who caused him to be exiled, he couldn't help but reveal his true thoughts.
But for some reason, he was a little afraid of the boy who was only in his teens.
Because no matter where he went, he seemed to be able to see the boy's smiling face and those clear and transparent eyes. That face was very clean and beautiful, but it would be very strange to find that this face was always by your side after you woke up.
When Housekeeper Zhou warmly greeted the servants, little Fan Xian's beautiful face was hidden among the flowers, gazing at him in a daze. When Housekeeper Zhou furrowed his brows and carefully examined the accounts, little Fan Xian's clean face rested on the windowsill of the accounting room, gazing at him innocently. When Housekeeper Zhou respectfully reported to the old madame, little Fan Xian's cute face gently leaned against the old madame's side, gazing at him with endless curiosity.
A few months passed like this, and Housekeeper Zhou felt that he was going crazy. Regardless of whether he opened or closed his eyes, he could see that clean, cute, and harmless little face. It was like the face of a ghost floating in the white fog. If it wasn't a ghost's face, how could it be so beautiful, and so focused on him?
Housekeeper Zhou was almost unable to bear the mental pressure, and even began to feel suspicious. Did the little boy know that he was here to deal with him? But Housekeeper Zhou immediately thought, This bastard is so young, how could he know about the treachery of the adult world? But … why does he always look at me? Why? Just like in this situation, my words should have made this little bastard feel humiliated, so why can he still smile?
Housekeeper Zhou laughed coldly, thinking that the matter in Danzhou was about to end, so why should I be angry at this little bastard?
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Fan Xian didn't know that his unscrupulous observation of the housekeeper would bring him so much mental pressure. Of course, even if he had known, he wouldn't have felt any more apologetic. He was just curious about what that concubine in the capital would do to deal with him.
But seeing Housekeeper Zhou use the excuse of teaching his servant girl a lesson to embarrass him, Fan Xian's mood had already begun to become gloomy. After hearing the words "young master," the smile on his face began to slowly fade.
"I heard that a few years ago, young master, you chased a servant girl out of the manor. That was too willful." Housekeeper Zhou didn't seem to see the young man's expression change, and continued to speak with a trace of disdain on his face. "From now on, young master is still young, so don't worry too much about the affairs of the manor."
Fan Xian smiled. "Are you warning me to behave?"
Housekeeper Zhou said he didn't dare, but his tone was arrogant. "How could I dare? It's just that before I came, the second mistress said that young master is still young, and that I should look after him. "
"Aren't you afraid that I'll put on my airs as a young master and slap you in the face?" Fan Xian asked curiously.
Housekeeper Zhou laughed and stroked the thin beard under his chin. "Although young master … this one lost his mother when he was young, and has few people to discipline him, but everyone knows that, he has been well-educated since he was young. How could he treat his servants so harshly?"
He looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and laughed to himself. A child like this actually wants to put on airs in front of me?
"Oh." At that moment, Fan Xian seemed to remember that he was an illegitimate child. He came to his senses and turned to leave.
Although the servant girls were secretly feeling indignant for the young master, seeing that there was no conflict, they also felt relieved for Fan Xian. Holding Fan Xian's hand, Sisi's eyes began to moisten. She thought that the young master was really pitiful, but she was afraid that he would be angry. She stole a glance at Fan Xian out of the corner of her eye and saw that his eyes were full of serenity.
Fan Xian took Sisi's hand and entered the house. He moved two stools to the door and let Sisi sit on one, while he moved the other to the garden.
The servant girls had not yet dispersed, and Housekeeper Zhou was still reminiscing about his heroism.
Fan Xian placed the stool in front of Housekeeper Zhou. The people around him thought it was strange, and Housekeeper Zhou didn't understand. Just as he was about to ask, Fan Xian had already stepped on the stool and stood on it.
At that time, Fan Xian was only twelve years old, and he wasn't very tall. With the stool, he was only about as tall as Housekeeper Zhou.
Everyone was puzzled. They didn't know what he was doing on the stool. At that moment, they saw Fan Xian raise his right hand to his mouth and blow out two hot breaths, then raise it high.
"What are you doing?" This sentence was still in Housekeeper Zhou's mouth, but he didn't have time to spit it out.
Fan Xian's little hand had already swung back and slapped forward!
Slap! A crisp sound rang out. Housekeeper Zhou was slapped to the ground. A bright red handprint appeared on his face, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He was completely stunned. He had never imagined that this child would be so strong, and … this child actually … actually dared to hit him!
Little Fan Xian jumped down from the stool and rubbed his wrists. He took a handkerchief from a servant girl and wiped his hands. Looking at Housekeeper Zhou, who was on the ground covering his face and moaning, Fan Xian said softly, "Even a well-educated person can hit someone. Although I don't mistreat servants, I'm happy to show you what it means to be a spoiled brat. "
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