Ch 40

Being asked if he was "hungry yet" sounded innocent enough, if one discounted the fact that Su Yang was being pressed down on the bed by a leering thug-lord Zhao.

Prior to this, Su Yang had always considered himself to be considerably thick-skinned, impervious to sword or spear, unmoved by fire or water. But in front of this boss who took the concept of shamelessness to new heights, he readily conceded defeat!

He quickly pulled back his paws like he had been scalded. It was this little trick of Zhao Feng's which had started this mess yesterday and led to his misfortune last night... cough. It had been nearly impossible to get any sleep at all last night. Shame and anger rose in his heart again, and his hands itched to snatch up the nearest random household item and bash the man's head in!

However, this son of fate possessed heaven defying physical stats which exceeded the bounds of logic. Su Yang's own level 5 combat strength would only serve to offer up free experience points, at most. Resistance was futile.

{T/N: Dragon Ball reference by Radizt, about low level trash only showing a reading of 5 on his power level reader. I think it may have been referring to this guy.}

Therefore, as Zhao Feng leaned closer and closer to him, he could only put up a show of bravado and stammer, "Yo-you, don't get any ideas!" Just like a good, young maiden being harassed on the streets by some ne'er-do-wells.

Zhao Feng looked pleased by his reaction. He lowered his head by Su Yang's ear. "Weren't you enjoying it last night?" he whispered. "Why so shy now? Trying to play hard to get again?"

Your mom plays hard to get! Su Yang thought furiously. I'm being really serious right now!!

As his face turned red, Zhao Feng laughed heartily and ruffled his messy head of hair. "You're too fun to tease, gē was just joking with you."

Su Yang looked at him accusingly. "Then, then why are you hard..."

Zhao Feng, "..."

The room suddenly fell silent. Su Yang immediately regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. Sure enough, a subtle expression crossed over Zhao Feng's face, hinting at something depraved.

"You really do like to tease me," Zhao Feng said.

This is a ginormous misunderstanding! Su Yang immediately defended himself, "Nonono, I was really just kidding wuwu—–"

The rest of his words were swallowed down by Zhao Feng, and soon all he could do was whimper and cry.

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The Zhao family's ancestral home was located far from the central city, halfway up a mountain in a forest reserve.

The entire mountain top was the Zhao family's estate. Armed with a reliable navigation map, driving down the mountain would still take at least two hours. Hikers who trespass by mistake tend to either end up lost in the forestal mountain, or in the bellies of the roaming wild beasts which populated the area.

According to the Zhao family's servants, this old villa is rarely lived in. Besides Zhao Feng who would return every month and stay for 3 to 5 days each time, the little young master would also visit during winter and summer vacations.

The little young master they spoke of was the child Su Yang encountered yesterday. At four-and-a-half years old this year, Zhao Qi is Zhao Feng's youngest brother.

{T/N: 柒 (qī) – seven}

Zhao Qi, as the name implies, is the Zhao family's seventh child. And from the name alone, one could surmise that Zhao Feng's father had not greeted the child's arrival with much enthusiasm. Sure enough, having one too many children meant that they no longer treasured their offspring.

Su Yang pinched the little steamed bun's white, plump cheeks as he silently scrutinized the child. Zhao Feng is already thirty-six this year, this child is only four and a half years old. Either old man Zhao was really particularly gifted in that area, or he had been cuckolded.

Su Yang's eyes curved as he sniggered at the thought. The Zhao family wields immense influence and power, its very existence meant that the whole of South East Asia would tremble with every stamp of its foot. It's simply too funny if that old man really had been cuckolded.

However, this was highly improbable. After all, this child's features bore a striking resemblance to Zhao Feng's. One glance would be enough to mark him as one of the Zhao family's brood.

Baby Zhao Qi's wolf-cub eyes were wide and round as he stared back at Su Yang. "I think I've seen you somewhere before," he suddenly said.

Su Yang laughed and asked him teasingly, "Oh, did you see me in your dreams?"

The little steamed bun scrunched his tender little face in thought. He nodded, then shook his head. In the end, he simply said, "I can't remember."

Unconcerned, Su Yang poured him a glass of milk. Then he slowly ate his own breakfast.

Zhao Qi picked up the glass of milk and sniffed at it, then wrinkled his nose. He was about to set it aside when Su Yang said, "You won't grow tall if you don't drink milk o~"

Baby Zhao Qi's biggest wish was—– to grow tall!

The little steamed bun gave a derisive snort, then obediently drank his milk to the last drop.

Su Yang was actually not particularly fond of children, but this mischievous little imp of the Zhao family was rather cute. That and Zhao Feng is never around during the daytime. Besides the servants, only the two of them lived in the enormous villa, and Su Yang found Zhao Qi to be a man after his own heart.

In less than a month, these two have already forged a deep and moving friendship and established a unity as fellow victims against the might of Zhao Feng's tyranny.

After breakfast, two couch-potatoes, one big and one small, nestled on the sofa as they played video games.

Baby Zhao Qi said, "If it wasn't because dad forced me to come here, I definitely wouldn't want to live with him! He's a big, bad bully!"

Su Yang agreed. "That's very true. He's an absolutely rude and unreasonable scoundrel ."

Although Zhao Qi does not know what a scoundrel is, Su Yang's tone made it clear that it was nothing complimentary so he happily agreed, "En, en, he's a scoundrel!"

Su Yang continued to complain, "He never listens to explanations, he thinks his word is law. Seriously, he's more overbearing than an Emperor, I don't know which feudal society hole he crawled out of. And he has no self-restraint when doing that at all!!"

Zhao Qi tilted his little head. "What does no self-restraint mean?"

Su Yang knocked down Zhao Qi's game avatar with one punch, and explained offhandedly, "Having no self-restraint means you're greedy. For example, you want to eat ice cream, but you can only eat one small tub, because eating more will give you a stomach ache. But he keeps on eating and eating and eating, he wants to finish all the ice cream there is. It's simply outrageous."

Zhao Qi did not understand his grievances at all, and shook a little fist excitedly. "Let him eat, let him get a stomach ache!"

Su Yang: "..." This kid is worthy of being Zhao Feng's little brother alright!!

These two happily gossiped and criticized a certain person's shortcomings, not knowing that their antics were all being observed by the person in question.

Zhao Feng gazed at the screen before him and chuckled darkly. Dozens of senior level executives in the conference hall broke into a cold sweat as they shivered in dread.