Even the utensils and food at the edge fell to the ground.
Because Ruan Qing was sitting on the left side, and Yang Chenyan kicked to the right, it didn’t spill onto him.
But the players sitting on the right weren’t so lucky.
Not only did food spill on them, but they also had milk poured over them.
No player dared to say anything, afraid of angering the gloomy Yang Chenyan.
After kicking the table, Yang Chenyan adjusted his collar again and stood up, looking annoyed, then went upstairs.
Clearly, he was going back to sleep.
After Yang Chenyan left, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.
Including the steward and the servants.
Including Ruan Qing.
The temper of this Third Young Master was indeed terrible. It felt like he might resort to violence at any moment.
The original owner, with such a personality, talking to him was like pulling a tiger’s whiskers, seeking death.
But Yang Chenyan seemed to restrain his temper throughout. Aside from some harsh words, he didn’t actually do anything.
Was someone instructing him?
Ruan Qing pondered while eating. Yang Chenyan probably wasn’t the person who entered his room this morning.
His temper was too bad, not the kind to treat others gently.
The person this morning moved gently, with precise and patient actions. Clearly, it couldn’t be Yang Chenyan.
In other words, Yang Chenyan hadn’t seen him before calling him down.
Yang Chenyan didn’t seem like someone who would meddle unnecessarily. If no one told him anything, he probably wouldn’t have called a stranger down for breakfast.
The person who called him down was most likely the one who entered his room this morning.
Yang Chenfeng’s grandfather could be directly ignored.
A person of that age probably wouldn’t do such things, and the touch felt wrong.
Ruan Qing speculated that it might be the Second Young Master Yang Chenjin.
He concealed the expression in his eyes and quietly ate breakfast.
Other players also started eating; after all, the dungeon time was seven days, and not eating was obviously impossible.
The steward did not leave after Yang Chenyan departed; instead, he hesitated by the side.
Seemingly contemplating something.
In the end, the steward approached Ruan Qing, softly reminding him, “Mr. Yu, the Third Young Master doesn’t like people talking during meals.”
In reality, Ruan Qing was quite curious about what taboos Yang Chenyan had, but he had to coldly respond, “I don’t care what he likes.”
Fortunately, the steward didn’t mind Ruan Qing’s attitude and continued to speak softly about Yang Chenyan’s habits and taboos.
“Normally, the Third Young Master only comes down for dinner and leaves afterward; most of the time, you won’t see him.”
“When he’s eating, he doesn’t like to see others eating.”
“He doesn’t like it when people,” the steward glanced at Ruan Qing’s fair and slender elbows, appearing hesitant, then continued in a low voice, “expose their arms or thighs.”
“He also doesn’t like the color red much.”
Ruan Qing lowered his head to look at his fair elbows and the red text on his white t-shirt, and he fell into silence.
It seemed he had triggered all of Yang Chenyan’s sensitive points.
No wonder his attitude toward him was so hostile.
He had casually picked up the clothes earlier in the morning, not expecting this. If he had known, he would have worn a shirt.
The players nearby were listening very attentively.
They had previously asked the steward about the situation with the Yang family, but he had simply brushed them off, saying a couple of irrelevant things.
He hadn’t revealed anything important.
However, the situation was different now. The steward was providing detailed information, almost listing all the points that would irritate the Third Young Master.
It was likely because he wanted to prevent a recurrence of the earlier incident.
The Eldest Young Master’s partner might not necessarily be in trouble, but they couldn’t be so sure about themselves.
To be able to step on all of the Third Young Master’s sensitive points and still peacefully eat breakfast here, it was probably hard to find another person like that.
The identity of the young master’s lover seemed to be like a talisman, granting immunity. It turned out to be more useful than they had imagined.
After the steward mentioned all the taboos, he left.
The hall fell into silence once again.
Shen Baiyue began to have breakfast after the steward finished speaking. Ruan Qing, by her side, took care of her, occasionally serving her dishes or handing her a glass of milk.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Shen Baiyue softly said, ‘Thank you’ to Ruan Qing, appearing quite docile.
Players exchanged glances. They couldn’t extract much information from the little girl, but this young master’s lover didn’t seem to be a dangerous presence. Maybe they could gather some clues.
A player with a crew cut flashed a friendly smile at Ruan Qing, “Hello, you must be Brother Yang’s lover. I’m a colleague of Brother Yang.”
Ruan Qing paused for a moment and politely replied, “Hello.”
“About Brother Yang’s situation, please accept our condolences.” The player with a crew cut seemed to recall something and wore a slightly uncomfortable expression. “I remember Brother Yang was perfectly healthy. How did he suddenly...”
“Life is unpredictable,” another player sighed sorrowfully. “How did he develop a sudden illness?”
Players harbored doubts about the cause of the young master’s death. The servants had mentioned that he was in good health, but he died suddenly after eloping for only half a month. Something seemed off.
Initially, they even suspected that the young master’s lover might have killed him. However, it didn’t seem likely now.
The young man didn’t look like a murderer, and if he really had killed him, he wouldn’t have gone to great lengths to stay for the funeral.
There might be other hidden factors.
Ruan Qing was well aware that the players wanted to gather information from him. He immediately wore an uncomfortable expression and spoke, “Brother Chenfeng and I had a medical check-up just before getting our marriage license. He didn’t have any illnesses.”
“I don’t believe he died of an illness.” Ruan Qing pursed his lips, his eyelashes trembling slightly. Trying to appear strong, he continued, “I will find out the truth.”
Players squinted their eyes; indeed, the young master’s death was suspicious.
“Squeak!” Suddenly, the sound of a chair being dragged caught everyone off guard.
Players turned their attention to the source of the sound, only to see their vice president standing up and slowly walking towards the young master’s lover.
Ruan Qing looked up at the man towering over him, his delicate face showing a hint of confusion.
What was going on?
Even the utensils and food at the edge fell to the ground.
Because Ruan Qing was sitting on the left side, and Yang Chenyan kicked to the right, it didn’t spill onto him.
But the players sitting on the right weren’t so lucky.
Not only did food spill on them, but they also had milk poured over them.
No player dared to say anything, afraid of angering the gloomy Yang Chenyan.
After kicking the table, Yang Chenyan adjusted his collar again and stood up, looking annoyed, then went upstairs.
Clearly, he was going back to sleep.
After Yang Chenyan left, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.
Including the steward and the servants.
Including Ruan Qing.
The temper of this Third Young Master was indeed terrible. It felt like he might resort to violence at any moment.
The original owner, with such a personality, talking to him was like pulling a tiger’s whiskers, seeking death.
But Yang Chenyan seemed to restrain his temper throughout. Aside from some harsh words, he didn’t actually do anything.
Was someone instructing him?
Ruan Qing pondered while eating. Yang Chenyan probably wasn’t the person who entered his room this morning.
His temper was too bad, not the kind to treat others gently.
The person this morning moved gently, with precise and patient actions. Clearly, it couldn’t be Yang Chenyan.
In other words, Yang Chenyan hadn’t seen him before calling him down.
Yang Chenyan didn’t seem like someone who would meddle unnecessarily. If no one told him anything, he probably wouldn’t have called a stranger down for breakfast.
The person who called him down was most likely the one who entered his room this morning.
Yang Chenfeng’s grandfather could be directly ignored.
A person of that age probably wouldn’t do such things, and the touch felt wrong.
Ruan Qing speculated that it might be the Second Young Master Yang Chenjin.
He concealed the expression in his eyes and quietly ate breakfast.
Other players also started eating; after all, the dungeon time was seven days, and not eating was obviously impossible.
The steward did not leave after Yang Chenyan departed; instead, he hesitated by the side.
Seemingly contemplating something.
In the end, the steward approached Ruan Qing, softly reminding him, “Mr. Yu, the Third Young Master doesn’t like people talking during meals.”
In reality, Ruan Qing was quite curious about what taboos Yang Chenyan had, but he had to coldly respond, “I don’t care what he likes.”
Fortunately, the steward didn’t mind Ruan Qing’s attitude and continued to speak softly about Yang Chenyan’s habits and taboos.
“Normally, the Third Young Master only comes down for dinner and leaves afterward; most of the time, you won’t see him.”
“When he’s eating, he doesn’t like to see others eating.”
“He doesn’t like it when people,” the steward glanced at Ruan Qing’s fair and slender elbows, appearing hesitant, then continued in a low voice, “expose their arms or thighs.”
“He also doesn’t like the color red much.”
Ruan Qing lowered his head to look at his fair elbows and the red text on his white t-shirt, and he fell into silence.
It seemed he had triggered all of Yang Chenyan’s sensitive points.
No wonder his attitude toward him was so hostile.
He had casually picked up the clothes earlier in the morning, not expecting this. If he had known, he would have worn a shirt.
The players nearby were listening very attentively.
They had previously asked the steward about the situation with the Yang family, but he had simply brushed them off, saying a couple of irrelevant things.
He hadn’t revealed anything important.
However, the situation was different now. The steward was providing detailed information, almost listing all the points that would irritate the Third Young Master.
It was likely because he wanted to prevent a recurrence of the earlier incident.
The Eldest Young Master’s partner might not necessarily be in trouble, but they couldn’t be so sure about themselves.
To be able to step on all of the Third Young Master’s sensitive points and still peacefully eat breakfast here, it was probably hard to find another person like that.
The identity of the young master’s lover seemed to be like a talisman, granting immunity. It turned out to be more useful than they had imagined.
After the steward mentioned all the taboos, he left.
The hall fell into silence once again.
Shen Baiyue began to have breakfast after the steward finished speaking. Ruan Qing, by her side, took care of her, occasionally serving her dishes or handing her a glass of milk.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Shen Baiyue softly said, ‘Thank you’ to Ruan Qing, appearing quite docile.
Players exchanged glances. They couldn’t extract much information from the little girl, but this young master’s lover didn’t seem to be a dangerous presence. Maybe they could gather some clues.
A player with a crew cut flashed a friendly smile at Ruan Qing, “Hello, you must be Brother Yang’s lover. I’m a colleague of Brother Yang.”
Ruan Qing paused for a moment and politely replied, “Hello.”
“About Brother Yang’s situation, please accept our condolences.” The player with a crew cut seemed to recall something and wore a slightly uncomfortable expression. “I remember Brother Yang was perfectly healthy. How did he suddenly...”
“Life is unpredictable,” another player sighed sorrowfully. “How did he develop a sudden illness?”
Players harbored doubts about the cause of the young master’s death. The servants had mentioned that he was in good health, but he died suddenly after eloping for only half a month. Something seemed off.
Initially, they even suspected that the young master’s lover might have killed him. However, it didn’t seem likely now.
The young man didn’t look like a murderer, and if he really had killed him, he wouldn’t have gone to great lengths to stay for the funeral.
There might be other hidden factors.
Ruan Qing was well aware that the players wanted to gather information from him. He immediately wore an uncomfortable expression and spoke, “Brother Chenfeng and I had a medical check-up just before getting our marriage license. He didn’t have any illnesses.”
“I don’t believe he died of an illness.” Ruan Qing pursed his lips, his eyelashes trembling slightly. Trying to appear strong, he continued, “I will find out the truth.”
Players squinted their eyes; indeed, the young master’s death was suspicious.
“Squeak!” Suddenly, the sound of a chair being dragged caught everyone off guard.
Players turned their attention to the source of the sound, only to see their vice president standing up and slowly walking towards the young master’s lover.
Ruan Qing looked up at the man towering over him, his delicate face showing a hint of confusion.
What was going on?
