Chapter 238 - Homeland (2/2)

Jun Zixuan glanced at the woman who could barely keep her eyes open. A panda is still a panda. The corner of his lips tugged up as he removed his black suit jacket before tying it around her waist.

In the next second, he pulled her up in his arms before picking her up in a princess carry. ”Show me the room,” He said, looking at one of the servants standing beside the old lady. His cold voice made his gentle actions from earlier look like an illusion.

Old Madam Jun nodded at the servant who quickly bowed before ascending the stairs. As Jun Zixuan left with Yu Mei in his arms, the old lady kept glancing at his retreating back.

”Third Young Master has changed,” One of the maids, who was very close to her spoke up.

”Why do you think so?” The Old lady glanced at her.

”He was so small back then when he left and he usually stayed isolated. Away from everyone. He won't talk,” The old maid reminisced about the past, ”But now, there is something different about him. His mannerisms, his aura, everything seems like that of Master...”

”Don't compare him to my son. He is nothing like Zishen,” Old Madam Jun frowned, ”The outfit he was wearing costed millions and he probably got it by leeching off to that rich woman. The way that woman was dressed, she did not look anything less than immoral. So what if he can talk now? Zixuan is still the trash from years ago. And this time, he has stooped even lower by reducing himself to be someone's toy.''

The old maid pursed her lips without saying anything else. Working in Royal family, they witnessed a lot of things that they should not. And the maid knew where to stop her mouth so that she would not offend someone.

The Old Madam was just refusing to accept the truth. The Third Young Master did not look like the trash he was called.

”Zixuan...” Yu Mei blinked as the man put her on the bed before tucking her inside the blankets.

Jun Zixuan glanced at the maid who showed them the way to the room, ”Leave.”

The girl snapped out of her daze and scurried away. Third Young Master was too handsome to not look at. She thought.

”Yes?” The man turned around look at the woman who was struggling to keep her eyes open.

”What's the time?”

”Almost midnight.”

”Come, sleep with me,” She extended her hands towards him.

And he could not deny that she looked like a clingy, needy, big baby. But he would be looking for a fight if he told her that. ”What kind of sleep, love?” He whispered playfully as his fingers played with her hair.