Feng Guang wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had just gotten out a single “I—” when she saw Han Chen sitting in that huanghuali armchair, sipping tea. She pointed at him in shock.
“You—why are you sitting in that chair!?”
“Me?” Han Chen looked up at her, smiled faintly. “And why can’t I sit in it?”
“You said—!”
“Oh… yes, it really is Grandpa’s favorite piece, and he usually can’t bear to use it. But he never said no one else could touch it.” Han Chen shifted his gaze toward the old man. “Right, Grandpa?”
The old man nodded. “A chair is a chair—it’s meant to be sat in. Otherwise, it’s nothing more than decoration. Wait a second… Han Chen, you brat, are you pulling one over on her again?”
“In front of you, Grandpa? I wouldn’t dare. Classmate Xia just felt guilty since you’re getting older and still fixing things yourself, so she offered to clean up. You don’t know—Miss Xia is famous for respecting her elders and caring for the young.” Han Chen lay on the floor, then stood and handed Feng Guang a cup of tea. “You must be tired. Have a drink and rest a bit.”
Feng Guang had never been this angry. She realized she was completely being led by the nose by this man—every word she wanted to say had already been said by him, leaving her with no room to refute. Looking at the tea in front of her, she accepted it expressionlessly. She couldn’t exactly explode in front of the old man, especially after he’d just praised her, right?
She consoled herself with that thought, then downed the tea in one gulp. Instantly, her little face scrunched up, pained.
Han Chen suddenly remembered. “Oh, right—I forgot to mention. That’s kuding tea.”
“So bitter…” Her brows knitted so tightly a fly could’ve gotten caught between them. As much as she loved sweets, that’s how much she hated bitter foods. She hadn’t touched anything bitter in years, and now she’d fallen into his trap. Feeling wronged, she muttered, “You tricked me again!”
Han Chen put on an innocent look. “Kuding tea clears heat and detoxifies the body. It’s also good for things like high blood pressure and obesity. It’s actually great for Classmate Xia to drink it once in a while.”
“I don’t have high blood pressure, and I’m not fat!”
“Plenty of people don’t realize the true state of their health…” Seeing her expression sour, Han Chen softened the angle of his words. “I wasn’t saying you have high blood pressure or obesity—just that it’s good for prevention. After all, ten, twenty years from now—”
“Shut up!” She abandoned every ounce of her “lady of the house” composure and hurled the cleaning rag at him. He caught it neatly, not a spot dirtying his white shirt.
“Even ten, twenty years from now, I’ll still be this beautiful! Unlike you—who’ll probably be a balding, creepy old man before then!”
With a huff, she grabbed her bag and bolted.
Han Chen stood there holding the rag, still a little dazed after being yelled at like that.
The old man chuckled. “Well? Did you have your fun?”
Han Chen rubbed the tip of his nose, a touch awkward. “The Xia family’s young miss has never done chores in her life. I guess she just got too worked up.”
“That’s what you get for always pulling tricks. She’s still just a young girl—you could stand to be more polite when talking to her. Look, she even forgot her little God of Wealth figurine.”
Han Chen took the statuette from his grandfather with a sigh. Should’ve held back a little, he thought. Now she’s stormed off too fast.
Lucien On ABRWF Chapter 66.1