Chapter 480 - Chapter 480: Chapter 467: Unpredictable Tactics (1/2)
Chapter 480: Chapter 467: Unpredictable Tactics
The carriage arrived at Qingzhuyuan. Ning Feng had been waiting at the gate.
Upon seeing the anxious expression on Ning Feng’s face, Chu Jinnian’s gaze deepened, “Is there a problem with Mr. Fan?”
Ning Feng widened his eyes.
It was indeed his young master who had quickly guessed that something was up with Fan Wenxuan.
“First Young Master, ever since Mr. Fan woke up this morning to find that you and Third Young Master had left, he locked himself in his room, not eating or drinking anything for a whole day. I have been persuading him for a while from the outside of the door, but he won’t open it.”
“Just when I was about to knock on the door again, there was no movement inside. I was afraid that Mr. Fan, who hadn’t had a drop of water or a grain of rice all day, might have had an accident. I was thinking of ordering someone to break down the door, but then I heard that you were back, First Young Master, so I hurriedly came to seek advice from you.”
On this cold winter day, Ning Feng was drenched in sweat from his panic. After speaking with Chu Jinnian, he quickly wiped his sweat off, then anxiously looked at Chu Jinnian.
With utter composure, Chu Jinnian adjusted his sleeve, “Jinzhou fell asleep in the carriage. Let someone take him to his room to rest for a while first.”
“As for Mr. Fan…”
“I’ll go check on him later.”
“Okay.” Ning Feng agreed, quickly arranging for someone to carry Chu Jinzhou from the carriage to his room.
Once everything was set up and people had started preparing dinner, Ning Feng was still a bit worried about Fan Wenxuan. As he was about to go check on him, he heard a servant saying that Chu Jinnian was still drinking tea in the flower hall, and hadn’t gone to check on him yet.
A worried look spread across Ning Feng’s face as he approached Chu Jinnian, “First Young Master, Mr. Fan’s situation…”
“It’s not time yet.” Chu Jinnian glanced at the sky, “We should wait for another cup of tea.”
Another cup of tea’s time…
Was he referring to the time it would take for Mr. Fan’s corpse to cool down?
Ning Feng was suddenly reminded of those scholars from operas who could be killed but not insulted.
But as much as he worried, since Chu Jinnian said the time wasn’t right, there must be a reason for it.
Ning Feng sat on tenterhooks, enduring this cup-of-tea wait next to Chu Jinnian.
It wasn’t until Chu Jinnian set down his teacup, stood up, and began walking towards Fan Wenxuan’s quarter that Ning Feng finally sprang up joyfully to follow.
Upon arriving at Fan Wenxuan’s quarter, Ning Feng quickly moved forward, about to knock on the door.
Chu Jinnian reached out to stop him, putting a finger to his lips to signal that he should remain quiet.
Only when Ning Feng backed away did Chu Jinnian approach the door and kicked it open with sudden force.
“Bang!”
The door swung open instantly.
Ning Feng was immediately frozen in place.
Fan Wenxuan, who was chomping down on a honey-roasted chicken wing, also paused for a moment. He looked at Chu Jinnian’s somewhat sombre face and chuckled, waving the chicken wing in his hand, “First Young Master is back.”
“This wing was just roasted, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, tastes just right. Would you like to try some, First Young Master?”
“Such a delicacy is better left for Mr. Fan to enjoy.” Chu Jinnian said calmly, “Jinzhou and I brought some lotus cakes with us today. I’ll have someone deliver them to Mr. Fan later.”
Fan Wenxuan, who had hoped to eat secretly in his room and feign fasting in front of others, but had been caught red-handed, felt quite awkward and wished he could find a hole to hide in. Not knowing how the vengeful Chu Jinnian would react, he was on tenterhooks.
But hearing that Chu Jinnian brought him lotus cakes instead of expressing his anger, Fan Wenxuan felt surprised and overwhelmed by the favor.
“Thank you, First Young Master, for your consideration.”
“Mr. Fan, enjoy your meal. I won’t disturb you.” Chu Jinnian left this remark and began to walk away, hands folded behind his back.
Fan Wenxuan, still chewing on the remaining chicken wing, watched Chu Jinnian’s retreating figure, lost in thought.
“What’s up with the First Young Master?” Fan Wenxuan, unable to figure it out, eventually could only ask Ning Feng.