Three days passed like a lightening. The household had already undergone harsh preparations. Han Dishan only role was to go and quietly sit in his so called room while obediently doing absolutely nothing. Song Yan sat in the corner staring at his young master who was immersed in the book he was reading.
Song Yan although called Han Dishan's body guard wasn't always with him. He clearly remembered Han Dishan telling him he didn't like having bodyguards. So Song Yan was usually with other guards in prison. He was rather suprised when Han Dishan commanded that he should now be by his side most of the time.
Han Dishan aggressively shut the book closed. Song Yan shuddered. Originally,Li Yang wasn't a book person and now as Han Dishan with no other thing to do, chose to read a book from Han Dishan almost nothing belongings. Who would have thought that the very second he opened the book his eyes would start hurting? This was one of the reasons he was never able to get great marks while he was still a student. He sighed.
" Do you know where Gisa is?" He asked Song Yan with a small smile.
" She is in her study room."
Han Dishan stood up.
" Take me there."
"???"
" What are you still sitting down for??? Stand up, let's go, let's go." Song Yan quickly stood up.
" Young master, it's not allowed."
" Not allowed." Han Dishan murmured.
" Let's just go outside then. It's too boring in here."
Song Yan felt the same.
They went out. Han Dishan only had to take a few steps before seeing how the servants were carrying out their work as his so called room was just built alongside those of the servants. One maid hanging the clothes on the rope to dry suddenly saw him. She walked to him.
" Young master," she called in a rather calm tone, but the same kind tone that didn't hide the provoking in it. She was looking straight in his eyes. And Han Dishan thought this rather annoying .
" My hands hurts so I was wondering if you can help me wash those clothes." She pointed at a large basket full of clothes.
' Young master wash clothes? ...sigh... really out of culture.' He really wanted to ask this young lady if locust fed on her brain but instead he asked with a gentle smile.
" Your hand hurts?". The maid smiled as she answered.
" Yes."
" I get you." He said and mentally added,
' Maybe the pain could go away if your hand is cut off .'
Seeing the murderous look in his eyes the maid started feeling uneasy. She pulled out her hand and gave Han Dishan an angry manipulating look. " Are you going to disrespect me?"
" Young lady, don't you think you are too beautiful to be spouting nonsense? Please go back to your work."
The maid seemed offended, she was about to take again. But without turning, Han Dishan told Song Yan,
" You're calmly standing behind me while my life is being threatened by this young lady, what were you hired for?"
The maid looked terrified but hide it with feigned anger as she suddenly walked away.
Despite Song Yan confusion, his facial expression didn't betray him. He remembered Han Dishan clearly telling him that it wasn't a problem to just help the maids with their work. Although he ended up being treated like a slave instead of someone offering help.
" Whatever I told you in the past forget it. " He told Song Yan with a smile knowing that there was nothing sane from the original Han Dishan's mouth.
At noon, the main hall was filled by many people. It was too conspicuous they were all rich people who enjoyed spending money by the way they were extravagantly dressed. Most of the women were baked up in thick makeup that Han Dishan believed it could be bullet proof. They all sat on round tables watching the show in front of them.
On the stage were girls elegantly dancing while some men in the corner drummed. Gisa was sitting side by side with Hua Longxue playing harp. Gisa's normally kinky tight coils hair was now blended into elegant plaits decorated with cowrie shells. Those riches were complimenting and complimenting how elegant and skillful those young people on the stage were.
Han Dishan soon realized he had seen no Mo Chen faced lunatic from the very start and decided to slip out of the room unnoticed and go to his room. He had been able to know his name. Hua Jiren. A monster among monsters in the household beyong the nickname.
There was no guard on his room so he naturally went and pushed the door open only to find it locked.
' Your room can be locked?? Turns out I'm the only trashy person here.' he looked left at right before finally deciding to break in. And he did.
On that king sized bed, lay Hua Jiren. Silent like a dying person.His ashen face was covered in sweat, his eyebrows tightly furrowed and his lips pale and cracked. He really looked like a corpse. Han Dishan looked at the awful face and couldn't help laughing. He laughed and laughed until his stomach was hurting. He held his stomach and then sighed
" It's such an unfortunate thing I got no phone. I would surely make this kind of picture my wallpaper." He said as he lazily slapped Hua Jiren's face. It was such a curse to live with no phone on him.
Too depressing.
He looked at a small round table surrounded by stools in the room and decided to take one stool from it's original place and placed it besides the bed.
" Mo Chen, Mo Chen, it's such an unfortunate thing you're going to die in my hands. I will pray for your soul. You shall at least go in heaven." He recited calmly and then glanced at Hua Jiren's face before standing up and reached out his hand to his neck.
His eyes involuntary widened as his hand was suddenly gripped by a strong hand. Han Dishan swallowed as he felt his blood stop flowing from the grip. Hua Jiren slowly opened his eyes and stared in Han Dishan's eyes. Han Dishan tried to free himself but Hua Jiren swiftly pulled him by collar and then grabbed his neck tight.
Han Dishan didn't understand how such a person obviously in poor health was still too strong. With an extreme dangerous look on Hua Jiren's eyes, Han Dishan felt very awkward not mentioning that the distance between their faces was just not right.
Too close.
Hua Jiren let go of him. Han Dishan mentally sighed in relief only to realize he was too early to do that.
His legs suddenly felt number and he fell abruptly on his knees.
' Damnit!' mentally cursed.
Hua Jiren's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling as he opened his mouth to speak in the most calm tone.
" You might fed your brain to dogs to act too foolishly." He titled his head to Han Dishan looked straight in his eyes. The corner's of Han Dishan's mouth twitched. This was the second time this guy had made him knell involuntary. He clenched his fists tight. If not for the fact that his nails were cut short he was afraid he would have holes in his palm from all the force he used in clenching. He was knelling now but he was sure, he would make this man knell to him. Turning of the tables.
Hua Jiren glanced at the clenched fist and then gave a mockery look at Han Dishan. As if he had read Han Dishan's mind he calmly told him,
" You're delusional."
With that Hua Jiren decided to close his precious eyes and sleep while Han Dishan hopelessly knelt there trying to digest this kind of feeling.
Wasn't it too stupid too be defeated by an enemy more than two times? This wasn't going to work out. He reminded himself who he was.
' Li Yang a king of assassins.' Now knelling down to a piece of dumbass.