Chapter 79: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 79: The Little Fatty Picks a Fight

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Today the sun was bright and the breeze gentle; Qianqian went to the Shangshufang to study together with Yan Jie as usual. When noon arrived, after they had eaten lunch, Qianqian voluntarily got up, tidied the bowls and chopsticks, and went to wash them. At this moment Yan Jie sat quietly on the chair, waiting obediently for Qianqian to return.

However, not long after Qianqian left, a round, chubby little boy suddenly came rushing in pell-mell. He was chasing and roughhousing with the little companions beside him, completely unaware of the situation ahead.

He was holding a bowl of unfinished food in his hand, and soup splashed everywhere as he ran.

In the blink of an eye, as the little fatty passed by Yan Jie's side, he accidentally bumped into the table corner; his body jerked violently, and most of the leftover soup in the bowl spilled out, splashing all over Yan Jie.

The originally clean and neat clothes instantly became greasy and filthy, giving off an unpleasant smell.

Seeing this, Yan Jie felt a surge of anger rise in his heart. He sprang up from the chair with a whoosh, stared wide-eyed at the little fatty, and shouted angrily: "You dirtied my clothes, you must apologize to me!"

The little fatty first froze, then turned his head to look at Yan Jie, a sneering smile appearing on his face as he jeered: "What kind of thing are you? It's just dirtying a piece of your ragged clothing, is there any need to make such a fuss?" After speaking, he turned around preparing to leave.

Yan Jie would not have it. Having received a good education since childhood, he knew deeply the principle that one must bravely admit mistakes and apologize when doing wrong. Moreover, this little fatty before him not only showed no remorse, but even spoke hurtful words.

So Yan Jie stepped forward without hesitation in quick strides, reached out to block the little fatty's path, and demanded loudly: "What is wrong with you? Not apologizing is bad enough, but you actually dare to curse people! Could it be that your father teaches you like this normally?"

The little fatty was startled by Yan Jie's sudden action, but quickly recovered. His temper also flared up; he put his hands on his hips, glared with both eyes, and roared: "How my father teaches me is none of your damn business! You little bastard, do you even have a father?"

This sentence was like a sharp sword, stabbing straight into Yan Jie's heart. He turned red with anger, his whole body trembling as he retorted: "How do I not have a father? My father is An Wang!"

That chubby little boy made faces proudly at the companions beside him, and with a filthy mouth mocked: "Haha, you actually dare say your father is An Wang? Has no one ever told you this secret? Let me tell you the truth — you are not An Wang's biological son at all!

My mother said personally, that Yan Family's sixth-ranked Young Master actually has not the slightest blood relation with An Wang! Back then, a one-year-old child inexplicably appeared in An Wangfu, and this matter spread far and wide in Kyoto at the time! You are nothing but a little bastard picked up from somewhere!"

The moment the little fatty's words fell, his friends all chimed in with loud laughter; that piercing laughter was like sharp needles, deeply stabbing Yan Jie's heart.

Yan Jie's little face flushed red with anger; without a word he charged straight at the little fatty. However, because he was small and weak, before he could get close he was easily shoved to the ground by the other party.

Although he fell in a sorry state, Yan Jie forcibly held back his tears and did not cry out. He quickly climbed up from the ground, clenched his small fists, and glared round-eyed at the little fatty, cursing loudly: "You're talking nonsense! I am clearly Father's biological child, you big liar!"

For a moment the two sides quarreled incessantly; the uproar drew surrounding people to stop and gather around to watch.

Right in this chaos, Qianqian, Ai Jiao, and Qi Xi — who had just finished washing the bowls and chopsticks — happened to return together. Seeing from afar a crowd gathered around the place where Yan Jie had been sitting, Qianqian's heart tightened; she hurriedly shoved the bowl in her hand to Ai Jiao, then took three steps at a time, squeezing anxiously into the crowd.

Just at this moment, she heard Yan Jie's angry and aggrieved shout: "You're talking nonsense! I am clearly Father's biological child, you big liar!" Hearing it, her mind went "Boom—" as if a clap of surprise thunder exploded in her sea of consciousness; Qianqian instantly came to her senses, and she used every ounce of effort, desperately squeezing toward the front of the crowd.

Finally she reached the very front; the scene before her made her stare wide-eyed, anger burning fiercely. She saw Yan Jie standing there alone, both eyes red like a rabbit's, eye rims brimming with tears that could spill over at any moment.

And his originally neat and clean clothes were now dirty, covered in vegetable soup, giving off an unpleasant smell. Worse, he was still clutching his own buttocks with one hand, body trembling slightly, looking incomparably wretched.

Opposite Yan Jie stood that chubby boy from the Sixian Ban and his several fox-and-dog friends. These guys were laughing loudly without any restraint; that piercing laughter was like sharp knives, ruthlessly stabbing at Yan Jie's heart.

Qianqian walked quickly to Yan Jie's front, looking at her younger brother with heartache. At this time, Yan Jie saw his elder sister arrive, and the grievance in his heart could no longer be suppressed; with a "Wa" he burst into loud crying, and shouted at the top of his voice to complain: "Elder Sister, they're too much! They actually said I'm a bastard, said I'm not Father's biological child... wuwuwu..." As he spoke, tears fell like broken-string pearls.

Hearing this, Qianqian instantly flared up in a towering rage, cursing with a broken mouth: "They're spouting dog farts! You must absolutely not believe those nonsense words!"

However, Yan Jie still sobbed and said: "They splashed vegetable soup on me, I only asked them to apologize to me, but they not only refused to admit fault, they even intensified their insults, saying I'm an unwanted bastard..."

Hearing this, how could Qianqian still endure? She fiercely turned around, staring dead at those few guys who didn't know the height of heaven or depth of earth. She saw these people's faces showed not the slightest trace of repentance; they even had an appearance of not caring at all, and had already prepared to turn and leave.

Qianqian's anger could not be contained; she reached out and swiftly drew the whip she carried at her waist. With a swing of her arm, the whip was like a nimble venomous snake, shooting straight toward the little fatty. Only a crisp "Pa!" sounded, and the clothes on the little fatty's body were instantly lashed with a long tear; the fierce whip wind scraped his skin painfully.

Caught off guard, the little fatty cried out "Ao wu!" in pain, nearly jumping up. Seeing the situation was bad, he took to his heels and tried to flee.