Chapter 4: Uncle, Look, You've Caused Trouble Again

A little boy jumped out of the carriage, pouting unhappily.

His chubby, handsome little face was as white and tender as tofu, and those clear, dustless eyes were filled with grievance.

Mu Xiaobao ran into the woods with every ounce of reluctance. Aside from the travel permit, those uncles on horseback had better give him some more valuable things, otherwise, he would be very, very unhappy.

Before long, Mu Xiaobao discovered that the uncles on horseback hadn't arrived yet, but his soccer ball had ended up in the hands of another uncle holding a sword.

He tilted his head back, filled with intense curiosity, "Uncle, how much longer are you going to keep looking at my soccer ball?"

The man stood lazily, leaning on his sword with one hand, looking at the object called a soccer ball in his other hand with annoyance.

He wore a dark red brocade robe with gold trim, the wild, sweeping embroidery exuding an air of unbridled freedom. His high-tied long hair spilled over his shoulders like splashed ink, complementing his clean, handsome face and making him appear even more transcendent and aloof.

However, a slight furrow between his brows silently revealed that his current mood was not particularly pleasant.

He was having a perfectly good nap when a sudden disaster flew in.

"Uncle..." After staring at the rare ink-colored longsword in Ye Beiling's hand for a moment and observing his posture, Xiaobao seemed to have a sudden realization, and his voice changed abruptly, "I'm sorry, Uncle!"

He then looked at the longsword held at Ye Beiling's waist with immense sympathy.

"Xiaobao didn't know that Uncle was disabled. No wonder you were so careless that the soccer ball kicked it right out of your hands." Xiaobao's voice hitched with a hint of guilt as his eyes kept darting toward the ink-colored sword. "But Uncle's cane looks very expensive. If it breaks when it falls, you won't blame Xiaobao, right? Xiaobao is very poor and can't afford to pay for it."

Ye Beiling, who had been striking such a magnificent pose, nearly tripped. "Who said I'm disabled!"

Xiaobao's watery eyes looked at him with utmost sincerity. "Don't worry, Uncle, my Grandpa Bai is a very skilled doctor. Let me get you a number. To compensate you, how about I only charge a fifty percent commission?"

As he spoke, Xiaobao reached out his chubby right hand, revealing five fleshy fingers.

Ye Beiling froze for a moment, then curled his lip. "Compensation that costs money? Who taught you to scam people like this?"

Xiaobao blinked his eyes. "Uncle, you look so rich, yet you think it's expensive? Actually, my Dabao can also treat people, it's just that he doesn't know his own strength. If you want to make an appointment with Dabao, I'll only charge you thirty percent! Only thirty percent!"

Ye Beiling looked at the serious-faced toddler and his three straightly extended fingers, caught between laughter and tears.

"Little brat, Uncle is NOT! A! Disabled! Person! And I don't need a doctor!" He emphasized the words heavily and casually tossed the ball into the distance.

Xiaobao tilted his head back, watching the ball trace a beautiful parabola before it vanished, but immediately after, a furious roar erupted, "Who threw a concealed weapon?!"

Xiaobao spread his hands and shrugged with a hint of sadness. "Uncle, look, you've caused trouble. Didn't your mother teach you not to cause trouble when you're out? Injury or disability is a small matter, but having to pay compensation is a real headache!"

Ye Beiling's brow slowly furrowed. Was this child actually his biological son...

He was suddenly filled with a sense of pity. "Don't be afraid, Uncle has money!"

The moment the words "has money" popped out, Xiaobao's eyes instantly brightened.

Several tall, magnificent horses charged through the dust toward them. Leading them, Fu Lingrui rubbed his aching arm and glared at the one large and one small figure, "What audacity! Do you know who this Young Master is?"