Chapter 105: A Warm Morning....
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A dull beeping sound echoed throughout the room and slowly intruded into Xi Long's ears. He hated the sound of it but it did its job to wake up every morning. Sticking his hand out he felt around till his mobile entered his palm. He swiped the screen until the sound stopped. Turning around he tucked his face deep into the pillow and let himself sleep a bit longer. He kept his eyes closed in silence for another 10 minutes before lifting himself off the bed. Running his hands through his hair he felt his body groan in protest. It was clear that he had drank a bit too much last night when trying to compete with Zhuang Wei. Normally, he could take around twenty shots or 15 glasses and be okay. However, he had lost count after a while and just enjoyed the taste of the liquor.
Opening his eyes he slowly walled towards the bathroom to freshen up. Since he came over a lot there his toilteres were kept available for him to use. Splashing cold water on his face a couple of times he finally woke up fully. Finishing up with the rest of the morning routine he made his way back to the closet and threw on some joggers and a sweatshirt. According to his alarm it was around 6:45 a.m. so it was enough time for him to sneak in a workout and still be on time for the rest of the day.
As he expected the house was silent when he made his way down. Only the sound of a couple of servants could be heard from the kitchen. Looking inside he saw the familiar figure of an older woman running around the kitchen. Her steps were quick and light as she managed many things at once.
"You know you're getting too old to be running like this." There was a hint of warmth in his regular cold demeanor.
"And you're a little too young to be drinking yourself drunk every night." There was an immediate sharp reply as the older lady responded.
"Ouch you wound me, how could you say that to your favourite grandson."
"I have no favourites."
"And yet hear I am." A small chuckle left his mouth as he stepped closer to the fiery old woman. Dropping his arms on her shoulders he leaned in closer with the smell of osmanthus enveloping him. Even with his casual actions the old lady never stopped working on the food in front of her. There was a hot porridge on the stove while she chopped away at various vegetables.
"Get your stinky hands off me and drink some soup. Drinking so much last night, just give away your liver then! Hmph."
"Okay, I'll give it away know any buyers?" He teased next to her.
"You!!!" On cue the old woman turned around with a sharp look in her eyes and the knife still in her hand. The sight of her irritated face made his grin grow bigger. For a man of few words he could never stop himself from teasing the people he loved. There weren't many people he loved either way but in that small circle was the stubborn old woman in front of him. She was the head maid/housekeeper at Wei's house but has long become family. If not for the salary they paid her they would forget there being any other relation. The old woman was called "Old Fu" out of endearment. She was brought in to help take care of the kids and had pratically raised the both of them. Now ten years had passed and she still took care of them as if they were her real children. There wasn't enough they could do to repay her kindness and love but her real children were guaranteed jobs at the Xi Corporation. He didn't get to see her too often with how busy he's gotten but never forgot to ruffle some feathers when he did.
Moving out of the danger zone he grabbed himself a bowl and filled it with a steaming porridge. Each spoon of the dish brought back nostalgia and the familiar taste of home cooked food. There was no greasy feeling and the small portions of shredded chicken went down smoothly. It was the perfect dish to have after a night of drinking, adding in "thank you" he went back to eating his food without disturbing her. He watched her as she worked without stopping, the sounds of dishes clanking and knives chopping forming a pleasant tune. It was a fair bit of work for Old Fu to do by herself but she would always chase them off that she didn't need anyone else to help her. Though they could guess that it was her fear to have an enemy slip into the house under the guise of working. Despite her worries they were finally able to added in two more helpers for lunch and dinner who they had trained to be trusted staff. Even if they tried to betray them.....the walls had eyes and ears after all. While they were fairly decent to their staff there were no second chances given. The minute they decided to betray them their fate was sealed and they were eliminated.
A dark shadow fleeted through his eyes as he was reminded of the bodies they were needed to reach their current peace. He was forced to take his first life when he was eight years old and lost count after that. Life is a reward given to those who survive....that was how it was and how it continued to be. No times for morals or false ideas of justice. 'Haah why waste my morning thinking of useless things, what's done is done.' With a wry smile he quickly banished the unnecessary thoughts from his head and kept a blank mind. With the alochol and familiar taste his mind had weakened for a second and reminised about his younger days. He had no regret however, while those memories were dark and impactful there was not a bone in his body that held guilt. If he had a chance to do it again he would still take the path he did to protect what he loved.
Either he died or they did and he would never die without getting his revenge.
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A dull beeping sound echoed throughout the room and slowly intruded into Xi Long's ears. He hated the sound of it but it did its job to wake up every morning. Sticking his hand out he felt around till his mobile entered his palm. He swiped the screen until the sound stopped. Turning around he tucked his face deep into the pillow and let himself sleep a bit longer. He kept his eyes closed in silence for another 10 minutes before lifting himself off the bed. Running his hands through his hair he felt his body groan in protest. It was clear that he had drank a bit too much last night when trying to compete with Zhuang Wei. Normally, he could take around twenty shots or 15 glasses and be okay. However, he had lost count after a while and just enjoyed the taste of the liquor.
Opening his eyes he slowly walled towards the bathroom to freshen up. Since he came over a lot there his toilteres were kept available for him to use. Splashing cold water on his face a couple of times he finally woke up fully. Finishing up with the rest of the morning routine he made his way back to the closet and threw on some joggers and a sweatshirt. According to his alarm it was around 6:45 a.m. so it was enough time for him to sneak in a workout and still be on time for the rest of the day.
As he expected the house was silent when he made his way down. Only the sound of a couple of servants could be heard from the kitchen. Looking inside he saw the familiar figure of an older woman running around the kitchen. Her steps were quick and light as she managed many things at once.
"You know you're getting too old to be running like this." There was a hint of warmth in his regular cold demeanor.
"And you're a little too young to be drinking yourself drunk every night." There was an immediate sharp reply as the older lady responded.
"Ouch you wound me, how could you say that to your favourite grandson."
"I have no favourites."
"And yet hear I am." A small chuckle left his mouth as he stepped closer to the fiery old woman. Dropping his arms on her shoulders he leaned in closer with the smell of osmanthus enveloping him. Even with his casual actions the old lady never stopped working on the food in front of her. There was a hot porridge on the stove while she chopped away at various vegetables.
"Get your stinky hands off me and drink some soup. Drinking so much last night, just give away your liver then! Hmph."
"Okay, I'll give it away know any buyers?" He teased next to her.
"You!!!" On cue the old woman turned around with a sharp look in her eyes and the knife still in her hand. The sight of her irritated face made his grin grow bigger. For a man of few words he could never stop himself from teasing the people he loved. There weren't many people he loved either way but in that small circle was the stubborn old woman in front of him. She was the head maid/housekeeper at Wei's house but has long become family. If not for the salary they paid her they would forget there being any other relation. The old woman was called "Old Fu" out of endearment. She was brought in to help take care of the kids and had pratically raised the both of them. Now ten years had passed and she still took care of them as if they were her real children. There wasn't enough they could do to repay her kindness and love but her real children were guaranteed jobs at the Xi Corporation. He didn't get to see her too often with how busy he's gotten but never forgot to ruffle some feathers when he did.
Moving out of the danger zone he grabbed himself a bowl and filled it with a steaming porridge. Each spoon of the dish brought back nostalgia and the familiar taste of home cooked food. There was no greasy feeling and the small portions of shredded chicken went down smoothly. It was the perfect dish to have after a night of drinking, adding in "thank you" he went back to eating his food without disturbing her. He watched her as she worked without stopping, the sounds of dishes clanking and knives chopping forming a pleasant tune. It was a fair bit of work for Old Fu to do by herself but she would always chase them off that she didn't need anyone else to help her. Though they could guess that it was her fear to have an enemy slip into the house under the guise of working. Despite her worries they were finally able to added in two more helpers for lunch and dinner who they had trained to be trusted staff. Even if they tried to betray them.....the walls had eyes and ears after all. While they were fairly decent to their staff there were no second chances given. The minute they decided to betray them their fate was sealed and they were eliminated.
A dark shadow fleeted through his eyes as he was reminded of the bodies they were needed to reach their current peace. He was forced to take his first life when he was eight years old and lost count after that. Life is a reward given to those who survive....that was how it was and how it continued to be. No times for morals or false ideas of justice. 'Haah why waste my morning thinking of useless things, what's done is done.' With a wry smile he quickly banished the unnecessary thoughts from his head and kept a blank mind. With the alochol and familiar taste his mind had weakened for a second and reminised about his younger days. He had no regret however, while those memories were dark and impactful there was not a bone in his body that held guilt. If he had a chance to do it again he would still take the path he did to protect what he loved.
Either he died or they did and he would never die without getting his revenge.
A dull beeping sound echoed throughout the room and slowly intruded into Xi Long's ears. He hated the sound of it but it did its job to wake up every morning. Sticking his hand out he felt around till his mobile entered his palm. He swiped the screen until the sound stopped. Turning around he tucked his face deep into the pillow and let himself sleep a bit longer. He kept his eyes closed in silence for another 10 minutes before lifting himself off the bed. Running his hands through his hair he felt his body groan in protest. It was clear that he had drank a bit too much last night when trying to compete with Zhuang Wei. Normally, he could take around twenty shots or 15 glasses and be okay. However, he had lost count after a while and just enjoyed the taste of the liquor. Opening his eyes he slowly walled towards the bathroom to freshen up. Since he came over a lot there his toilteres were kept available for him to use. Splashing cold water on his face a couple of times he finally woke up fully. Finishing up with the rest of the morning routine he made his way back to the closet and threw on some joggers and a sweatshirt. According to his alarm it was around 6:45 a.m. so it was enough time for him to sneak in a workout and still be on time for the rest of the day. As he expected the house was silent when he made his way down. Only the sound of a couple of servants could be heard from the kitchen. Looking inside he saw the familiar figure of an older woman running around the kitchen. Her steps were quick and light as she managed many things at once. "You know you're getting too old to be running like this." There was a hint of warmth in his regular cold demeanor. "And you're a little too young to be drinking yourself drunk every night." There was an immediate sharp reply as the older lady responded. "Ouch you wound me, how could you say that to your favourite grandson." "I have no favourites." "And yet hear I am." A small chuckle left his mouth as he stepped closer to the fiery old woman. Dropping his arms on her shoulders he leaned in closer with the smell of osmanthus enveloping him. Even with his casual actions the old lady never stopped working on the food in front of her. There was a hot porridge on the stove while she chopped away at various vegetables. "Get your stinky hands off me and drink some soup. Drinking so much last night, just give away your liver then! Hmph." "Okay, I'll give it away know any buyers?" He teased next to her. "You!!!" On cue the old woman turned around with a sharp look in her eyes and the knife still in her hand. The sight of her irritated face made his grin grow bigger. For a man of few words he could never stop himself from teasing the people he loved. There weren't many people he loved either way but in that small circle was the stubborn old woman in front of him. She was the head maid/housekeeper at Wei's house but has long become family. If not for the salary they paid her they would forget there being any other relation. The old woman was called "Old Fu" out of endearment. She was brought in to help take care of the kids and had pratically raised the both of them. Now ten years had passed and she still took care of them as if they were her real children. There wasn't enough they could do to repay her kindness and love but her real children were guaranteed jobs at the Xi Corporation. He didn't get to see her too often with how busy he's gotten but never forgot to ruffle some feathers when he did. Moving out of the danger zone he grabbed himself a bowl and filled it with a steaming porridge. Each spoon of the dish brought back nostalgia and the familiar taste of home cooked food. There was no greasy feeling and the small portions of shredded chicken went down smoothly. It was the perfect dish to have after a night of drinking, adding in "thank you" he went back to eating his food without disturbing her. He watched her as she worked without stopping, the sounds of dishes clanking and knives chopping forming a pleasant tune. It was a fair bit of work for Old Fu to do by herself but she would always chase them off that she didn't need anyone else to help her. Though they could guess that it was her fear to have an enemy slip into the house under the guise of working. Despite her worries they were finally able to added in two more helpers for lunch and dinner who they had trained to be trusted staff. Even if they tried to betray them.....the walls had eyes and ears after all. While they were fairly decent to their staff there were no second chances given. The minute they decided to betray them their fate was sealed and they were eliminated. A dark shadow fleeted through his eyes as he was reminded of the bodies they were needed to reach their current peace. He was forced to take his first life when he was eight years old and lost count after that. Life is a reward given to those who survive....that was how it was and how it continued to be. No times for morals or false ideas of justice. 'Haah why waste my morning thinking of useless things, what's done is done.' With a wry smile he quickly banished the unnecessary thoughts from his head and kept a blank mind. With the alochol and familiar taste his mind had weakened for a second and reminised about his younger days. He had no regret however, while those memories were dark and impactful there was not a bone in his body that held guilt. If he had a chance to do it again he would still take the path he did to protect what he loved. Either he died or they did and he would never die without getting his revenge.
