Peerless Heiress

Chapter 35

How can someone so grown up threaten a little kid like this?

I stood to the side with a smile, hands tucked in my sleeves, ready to watch how this little brat would protect himself.

Before the scholar could finish speaking, his entourage pressed forward, and one of them shouted, "You little brat, you're really not learning anything good. At such a young age, you're already stealing. Give back my young master's things!"

The child's eyes darted around, and suddenly he pointed at me: "This older brother told me to steal it. You can't hit me. I'm just a kid. If anyone's going to be hit, it should be the older brother. If I don't want to steal, the older brother will hit me and won't give me any food. Waaah, I have to ask the older brother to give it back."

Uh, he's trying to drag me into this? Is this his way of protecting himself?

The scholar's followers immediately glared at me, but fearing Jin San's cold face, they did not immediately make a move. However, their eyes clearly showed that if I did not retaliate, they would make me pay.

I squatted down, looking at the little brat with a half-smile, watching his smugness and the cunning hidden in his eyes. He looked a little uncomfortable and looked away before I lazily said, "Little Mud, I just asked you to steal something, why did it take so long? I've been waiting until now. Here, let me see what you stole. If you stole it well, I'll reward you. If you didn't steal it well, you won't be eating tonight."

The little kid was dumbfounded.

The scholar and his entourage were dumbfounded.

Chapter 86 The Handkerchief

I held out my hand to the little boy, raising an eyebrow to signal him. He stared at me, pouting, and reluctantly opened his hand, revealing a handkerchief in my grasp.

Is this it?

I suppressed a laugh and curiously peeked at a corner of the screen.

The scholar only came to his senses now. Seeing my actions, he hurriedly shouted, "Don't look! Give it back to me!"

I glanced at him with a smile: "I had it stolen, so why can't I see it?"

The more he acted like this, the more curious I became. The little kid's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly came closer to look at the handkerchief in my hand.

Hmph, you dragged me into this mess, and now you want to see the handkerchief again?

I glanced at the little brat with a half-smile, then clasped my hands together, and the handkerchief was closed.

The little brat bulged his eyes in anger and glared at me hatefully.

"I stole it," he stated matter-of-factly.

I nodded with a smile: "Well, I asked you to steal it, so it's mine. Otherwise, you won't have dinner tonight."

"You—you're bullying me!"

I nodded again, inwardly bursting with laughter, but feigned surprise: "How come you only realize this now, after I've hit Xiao Ni so many times?"

You little brat, a mere mud child, you think you can outsmart me? I've been playing these games of framing and falsely accusing others since I was three years old. Don't you know who raised me?

cut.

Ignoring the little brat who was fuming beside me, I stood up, opened the handkerchief, and froze after just one glance. I looked at the scholar with a bashful expression and couldn't help but chuckle.

As soon as I let go, the little brat snatched the handkerchief from my hand while I wasn't looking. But he only glanced at it before his eyes widened, and then he clutched his stomach and burst into an exaggerated laugh, rolling around on the ground as he laughed.

"Oh my, this is what you treasured so much? Hehehe, that's hilarious, hahaha..."

The little boy's face was contorted with pain, yet his eyes gleamed with an irrepressible amusement as he pointed at the scholar and continued to mock him. He seemed to be laughing so hard that he could no longer hold onto his small handkerchief, which fluttered down and landed in front of the scholar's entourage.

The attendants exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions somewhat strange. One of them stepped forward and picked up the fallen handkerchief. After just one glance, his face flushed red, and he glared angrily at his young master.

"Young master, is this all you learn from Mr. Wu every day? What if the master knew...?" A middle-aged man among the attendants asked with an annoyed expression.

"No...please don't tell my father, Uncle Xu, please, please don't..." The scholar jumped up in shock, shouting and grabbing the sleeve of the cold-faced attendant, begging him.

The small handkerchief had been passed from hand to hand by several attendants. Anyone who glanced at its contents turned red with anger, glaring at their young master as if they wanted to whack him with a stick.

That so-called "Uncle Xu" scolded him so badly he couldn't even lift his head. He stood there pitifully, blinking his eyes, not knowing where to look.

Chapter 87 Little Devil

Erotic paintings—

Moreover, it was only half a painting, with ink still dripping and about to dry, clearly indicating it was freshly painted.

—No way, it just so happens that he drew it?

I stood to one side with a smile on my face, arms crossed, feeling a deep sense of schadenfreude.

The little brat clearly didn't understand the meaning of "forgive and forget," nor did he know anything about boundaries. He was still jumping up and down, laughing loudly: "Flowers bright, moon dim, shrouded in light mist, tonight I'll go to my lover's side! Stockings on the fragrant steps, golden shoes in hand. I'll meet him on the south side of the painted hall, trembling as I lean against him. It's so hard for me to come out, so please pamper me as you please... Ouch... Ouch... My stomach hurts so much..."

The scholar's eyes lit up when he heard the little boy reciting his poem with his head bobbing: "Hey, you've memorized my poem? What do you think of it?"

"Young Master!" Uncle Xu and his entourage turned green with anger and shouted in unison.

My eyes widened in disbelief as I stared at the little kid.

sky-

Who raised these little devils?

With a smile, I reached out and grabbed his ear, scolding, "You brat, how rude! Although his painting and poetry are both excellent, there's a technique to praise. Don't you understand that you can't be so direct? You should say something like, 'Your poem is beautiful and delicate, with clear and elegant language, harmonious rhymes, and smooth lines that convey strength and tension. It's very good, but it's a pity there's only half of it. Would you have the honor of seeing the whole thing?'"

The moment those words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent.

The little kid, who had been struggling desperately, was stunned.

The scholar's entourage was so angry they were speechless, only rolling their eyes.