Finest Servant

Chapter 2 Young Master, Young Master (Part 2)

As soon as the literati saw Lin Wanrong's shabby appearance, their arrogance returned, and they immediately disregarded his looks. Instead, they found immense confidence in his shabbiness and began to mock him with their words.

Before coming to this world, Lin Wanrong had been a marketing department manager in a medium-sized company, and having graduated from university at the age of twenty-one, he had worked hard for four years to become the youngest department manager at the age of twenty-five. He had encountered various kinds of people and had seen through many things.

Seeing the looks of those around him, Lin Wanrong naturally knew what they were thinking. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He realized that this bias towards the poor and admiration of the rich had a long history, and it was the same in every era, not just something unique to his world.

Young Master Hou's three painted boats slowly departed, and the crowd watching gradually dispersed. The women beside Lin Wanrong stole a glance at him and blushed before leaving.

Lin Wanrong saw that the scenery on the lake remained the same, as if nothing had happened, and couldn't help but smile. He had seen countless scenes of boys pursuing girls during his college years, so compared to that, Young Master Hou's confession was child's play.

Lin Wanrong felt a faint sense of nostalgia and thought of his former dormitory brothers, his first girlfriend, and the night they broke up, with her pained and desperate look.

Although she had gone to the United States, Lin Wanrong knew that she had deep feelings for him. She had asked him to go out with her numerous times, and had even prepared his visa and plane tickets for him, but he had mercilessly rejected her.

At Peking University and Tsinghua University, going abroad was a trend, but Lin Wanrong was different from them. When he graduated, he hadn't even chosen those big companies. Instead, he had opted for a medium-sized company.

He had a deep attachment to his hometown. Lin Wanrong believed that one sentence from him would make his girlfriend remember it for the rest of her life: "I don't want to see the world through my black eyes, which in their eyes is blue."

When she boarded the plane, Lin Wanrong didn't go to the airport to see her off. This was not because he was heartless, but because he didn't know what to say. This was her own choice, and she couldn't blame anyone else. Everyone must take responsibility for their actions.

It was said that she cried uncontrollably and almost couldn't board the plane. Apart from feeling heartbroken, Lin Wanrong also had a sense of revengeful satisfaction. Who said men couldn't be petty?

In the four years that followed, Lin Wanrong worked hard and chased after girls. His career flourished, but he had many girlfriends. "I was never a sentimental person by nature," Lin Wanrong would often reply with a smile to his concerned friends.

He was living comfortably by himself until that girl came to the company and everything changed. The girl had the title of deputy general manager, but she was Lin Wanrong's superior. He didn't know why she had a problem with him, but she seemed to target him at every turn and never gave him a good face.

If it weren't for her father's status as the chairman of the company, Lin Wanrong would have killed and violated her a long time ago.

By the way, the girl's father was the chairman of the company.

Whenever he thought of that hateful girl, Lin Wanrong would feel itchy with hatred. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have come to this miserable place. When he recalled the moment he fell from the top of Mount Tai, the girl's expression seemed off. She looked like she was in pain, and Lin Wanrong vaguely remembered her pulling him up or him pulling her up, and then it seemed like she followed him and jumped down.

Of course, these memories were uncertain. At the time, Lin Wanrong was already disoriented and couldn't tell which way was north, south, east, or west. These hazy memories couldn't confirm what had happened at that time.

Lin Wanrong didn't believe that the girl would jump down by herself. He had fallen off Tai Mountain and that girl was probably too happy to even care.

Lin Wanrong clenched his teeth in anger towards the girl for a moment, but then decided not to think about her anymore. He was naturally optimistic, even a bit arrogant, but in this new and unknown world, who wouldn't be arrogant?

His thoughts returned to the present situation. Xuanwu Lake was shimmering and countless talented men and women were gathered here, exchanging witty banter. The beautiful scenery of Jinling was truly worthy of its reputation as a place of flowers, fragrance, and snow by the Qinhuai River.

However, rumors of war in the north were spreading, yet these so-called talented men and women seemed oblivious to it all, indulging in their frivolous pursuits. This only proved the saying, "Northern wolves, southern literati."

Having been here for some time now, Lin Wanrong began to view things from a local's perspective. "The warm breeze intoxicates the traveler, mistaking Hangzhou for Bianzhou," he softly recited a poem. In this place, any poem recited by Lin Wanrong belonged to him and him alone.

As someone who worked as a market manager on the front lines for years, Lin Wanrong had seen all sorts of shameless things. Compared to the dirty and shameless underground dealings, reciting a poem made him feel as pure as a virgin in kindergarten.

Watching another talented man being invited onto a rich girl's official boat for a "sincere conversation" on Xuanwu Lake, Lin Wanrong couldn't help feeling a bit envious and resentful of his own situation. He spat into the lake, fiercely and disdainfully, wishing that these reckless guys who only cared about picking up girls would drown in his saliva.

"The warm breeze intoxicates the traveler, mistaking Hangzhou for Bianzhou. Brother, this line is truly exquisite, exquisitely so," a crisp voice sounded behind Lin Wanrong, accompanied by the sound of a small fan tapping against a palm, as if applauding him.

The clear voice slowly repeated the poem he had just recited, with a hint of appreciation in its tone.

Finally, someone appreciated me, Lin Wanrong smirked, feeling a bit pleased. Although he didn't write the poem, he could recite it, which was quite impressive. His father, a Chinese language teacher at a rural elementary school, had made him memorize many Tang and Song poems since he was young, to improve his memory.

Lin Wanrong turned around slowly and saw a handsome young man with a face as white as powder, smiling at him.

The reason why he used the term "handsome young man" was because this young man truly deserved it. With willow-shaped eyebrows, phoenix-like eyes, vermilion lips, starry eyes, and holding a small white fan in his hand, he was dressed in a light yellow long robe, standing there like a willow swaying in the wind, exuding an indescribable charm.

Lin Wanrong had never seen Song Yu or Pan An, but he estimated that those two guys couldn't compare to the handsome young man in front of him.

Although Lin Wanrong also considered himself to be handsome, charming and elegant, he had only been here for a little over a month, and still strongly rejected this kind of environment. Another reason was that this guy had a feminine air about him, clearly a rich young master who liked to play around in the inner chambers all day long, completely different from Lin Wanrong's dark horse prince style.

Therefore, when it came to being handsome and charming, Lin Wanrong couldn't compete with him. Out of all the young ladies and gentlemen he had met in the past month, there was not a single one who could compare to the handsome young man in front of him.

Besides the handsome young man stood a delicate young servant, who was also incredibly good-looking.