311 Li Yuan Age: 9 (1/2)

His father never mentioned anything and threatened the nanny to keep her mouth shut and avoided his son. Li Yuan kept it low too for the sake of the nanny.

When his father's visits ceased, his mother went nuts for months. In hysterics, she would beg him to come back on voice mails and almost turned AA with how she drank. His father in return did what he did best, turned a deaf ear to it.

The smug man that entered the dining room was a sign enough that it may be the end of her husband's visit but wouldn't be the end of men's visits in the Mansion.

He was smug to the point his feet weren't touching the floor he walked on, he practically glided. The man ego was lifted feet above the ground for what he had done.

The man raised an amused brow at the boy who was on the Head of the table with a slightly raised chair eating his breakfast poised with etiquette. The nanny glanced at the man who had entered the dining room unannounced with a frown.

He eyed the pretty nanny standing behind the boy with a suggestive look and piled food in a culinary he had served himself leisurely.

The boy lifted his wrist and indicated her to leave them without lifting his eyes from his plate, as if the man in front of him wasn't even present, ”Get me dumplings and make it yourself. From the scratch.” He ordered monotonously, with a bow, she excused herself.

The man eyed the dumplings that were served on the table then the nanny who obediently paraded the hall without batting an eye at the obscene request. Shifting in his seat, he turned a little away. The feeling of unease grew thicker, cold shivers ran down his spine.

Finding it strange, the man furrowed his bros quizzically at the boy who was eating with a stoic expression on his face. He had heard of the Young Master of The Li Household of course but had assumed how hard could he be when he was just a nine-year-old lad?

Just when he was about to avert his eyes to his food the boy looked up at him catching him off-guard with the darkness in the orbs of such a young boy. He felt like a deer caught in headlights.

The richly dressed boy placed his Silver chopsticks neatly beside his bowl and quirked a brow at him, ”Was it good?” The coldness of the question caught the grown man unprepared.

He was breaking in cold sweats at the strange question, more so from the nine years boy who looked like an old soul caught in the body, ”…What?” He was stuttering under the piercing glare of the young boy.

The boy stared at him with a deadpanned expression then scowled looking at the excuse of a man shaking in his shoes. Couldn't his mother have found a better clown to entertain her vanity?

The woman was the wife of the most dangerous man in the continent, shunned but still wife!

And hearing of such news would sure bruise a man ego who was living in a cot not to mention the man he had offended owned half the continent by default!

He turned pale with each passing second and thickness clawed his throat. With hoarseness, he stuttered out, ”I…I don't know what you are…”

The boy's merciless eyes stayed glued to the man who was living inconspicuously his last hours, irrespective of how the conversation between them developed the man was going to be dead weight by the next morning.

Or perhaps if he proved to be a good pawn he would survive after all…

”I am talking about you f*cking my mother.” The sharpness of the words hit the man tangibly, piecing his last shred of a silver lining, ”So… was it good?” He asked him slowly, like asking about the weather.

”You! This…You are mistaken! I didn't…” The man was quick to deny. He was almost close to begging which was a good sign for his life.

If he was scared of them he was a good pet; a hundred days of a jackal it is.

But a servant never sat on his Master's table, they lived off their Master's scraps… Just how he liked it!

”Breathe.” He said with a mocking look on his face at the man who looked ready to piss, ”I don't mind. Serve her and leave but… if I hear your mouth was running anywhere, it will be the last time you had a tongue.” He threatened as if he reported a fact.

The man was out of breath and on his knees kowtowing in front of the boy, ”Ye…Yes Sir! I…I am grateful for your mercy!”

The nanny entered the dining, not at all surprised by the scene in front of her. With how much she had seen by her Young Master's side nothing surprised her anymore, though every day was jolting in its own sense.

With a kick, he pushed him away and scoffed at the once smug man, ”Next time I don't want to see you lurking around till the breakfast.” He turned to the nanny who was passively standing by the side and instructed coldly, ”Hand him his plate and he will eat in the gardens on the grass without the use of his hands.”

The nanny nodded and signaled the guards on the door but the man was already on his feet, too elated to have passed this with his head intact, ”Ye…Yes, Sir! Yes!” He exclaimed like a good dog and was out of the door.

He smirked emptily and met the eyes of his nanny and directed, ”Send a guard to see if he did as instructed.” She affirmed and did as told.