Chapter 300: Not Saying It to His Face

His tone was full of indifference and nonchalance. After speaking, he continued walking at his slow, leisurely pace with his hands behind his back, looking completely carefree.

The Steward wiped sweat with his sleeve while hurrying forward in small quick steps. He kept glancing back at Liu Yi, his eyes full of helplessness and anxiety, muttering under his breath: "My little ancestor, please hurry up."

Finally, the Steward entered the room first. As soon as he stepped inside, he hurriedly cupped his hands in salute and respectfully called out: "Master, Mistress." Liu Jincheng slightly raised his hand, gesturing for him to stand to one side.

At this moment, Liu Yi's lazy voice came from the entrance: "Father, what's the matter, so urgent?" With the voice, he walked into the room slowly. He wore a pale blue long robe, his collar slightly open, hair casually tied, and a hint of an indifferent smile on his face.

Seeing his son's lazy appearance, Liu Jincheng's fire, which had just subsided, flared up again with a "squeak."

He abruptly stood up, both hands clenched into fists, eyes glaring like copper bells, and roared loudly: "Look at yourself, what kind of bearing is this! It's all because your mother spoiled you!"

That voice was like thunder, echoing in the room. He knows he can't beat him to death, so he puts on this indifferent look, right? Liu Jincheng harbored a ball of fire in his heart, growing angrier the more he thought about it.

After all, in the past, every time he was so angry at this unfilial son that smoke came from his seven orifices, and rolled up his sleeves ready to give him a good lesson, his wife would always stand in the middle like a mountain, hands on her hips, frowning displeasedly and blocking him from hitting. She kept muttering: "The child is still young, what if he gets hurt? Speak nicely if you have something to say."

Once or twice was fine, but over time, this brat was spoiled into his current fearless appearance, completely disregarding his own father.

Liu Yi knew his father's temper as clearly as a bright mirror. Although his father flew into a rage like a furious lion on ordinary days, once he was really about to be beaten, his mother would definitely step forward at the first moment.

So, when he saw Liu Jincheng red-faced and thick-necked, jumping up and down in rage, he wasn't afraid at all in his heart. He saw the corners of his mouth slightly rise, revealing a sly smile, then walked carefree to the chair beside him, plopped down, deliberately leaned back, crossed his legs, looking extremely comfortable.

Next, he reached out and picked up a cup of steaming hot tea from the table, held it under his nose and gently sniffed, his face showing a satisfied expression, then slowly took a sip, his eyes deliberately glancing at Liu Jincheng, as if provoking him.

Seeing his son's frivolous appearance, Liu Jincheng's lungs were about to explode with anger. His face turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, both hands tightly clenched into fists, knuckles turning white, wishing he could rush over and punch this brat a few times.

Meanwhile, Jin Feng, standing beside him, was extremely anxious seeing this tense scene. She kept elbowing her son beside her and giving him meaningful looks, her eyes full of anxiety and warning, as if saying: "Don't anger your father anymore, quickly restrain yourself."

But Liu Yi acted as if he hadn't seen, still doing as he pleased, staring straight ahead, not looking at her at all.

Although Liu Jincheng was trembling with anger at this moment, after all, he was a rational person. Before things were clarified, even if there was a great fire, there was nowhere to vent it.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, then suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked in as calm a tone as possible: "Yesterday you went out to eat with Miss Yan, was there something unpleasant?"

Hearing his father's question, Liu Yi slightly furrowed his eyebrows, seriously recalling the scene of yesterday's meal. After a while, he slowly said: "No, Miss Yan should still be quite satisfied with me."

Saying this, a hint of a smug smile appeared on his face. But immediately, his eyebrows furrowed again, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and complaint: "It's just those two little brats who came with her, they can really eat. That meal, they were like starving ghosts reborn, constantly stuffing things into their mouths, ordering whatever was expensive. After one meal, I spent quite a lot of silver, truly too wasteful."

Liu Jincheng sat upright on the chair, his face dark green, desperately suppressing the fire about to burst out in his heart, his voice trembling slightly but trying hard to maintain dignity.

He said word by word: "What nonsense are you talking! You don't think carefully, the child she brought, one of them must be An Wang's daughter."

What status does An Wang have? He is an imperial clansman, holding a pivotal position in the imperial court and inside and outside the palace. If you let them hear what you said, our Liu Family would have committed a great crime—contempt of imperial authority!

By then, our whole family will suffer the consequences, can you bear this consequence?"

But Liu Yi still looked indifferent and fearless, he pouted, hands casually on his waist, and replied carelessly: "Father, don't make such a fuss. I didn't say it in front of them, I'm not stupid, how would I do such a stupid thing?"

Hearing this, Liu Jincheng's originally gloomy face became even uglier, his eyes glaring like copper bells, veins on his forehead bulging high because of anger. He raised his volume and sternly questioned: "Not said to their faces, so said behind their backs, right? When did you say it?"

Liu Yi nonchalantly grunted "ng," and explained carelessly: "It was just after they left, I casually complained a sentence. The people are gone without a trace, what could happen? Father, don't worry unnecessarily here."

Hearing Liu Yi's reckless words, Liu Jincheng felt a surge of anger rushing to his head, he was so angry that both hands began to tremble slightly.

He abruptly grabbed the teacup beside him, without thinking, and smashed it fiercely toward Liu Yi. Only heard a "bang" loud noise, the teacup heavily smashed on the ground, breaking into several pieces, tea splashing everywhere.

Although this teacup ultimately did not smash onto Liu Yi's head, this sudden change still frightened Liu Yi quite a bit.

Liu Yi's whole body was like being electrocuted, his body trembled violently, and he directly stood up from the seat. His face instantly turned pale, his eyes full of terror and panic, and his speech became stammering: "Father... Father, what's wrong with you? You... you don't be so impulsive."