Chapter 75: Chapter 63, The Fox Borrows the Tiger’s Mightl

“Are you okay?”

Xiao Yeyang briskly shook off the Prefectural Governor’s son and walked towards Daohua.

The Prefectural Governor’s son stumbled a few steps and nearly fell. Although he wanted to loudly scold this sudden intruder, upon clearly seeing Xiao Yeyang’s attire and the imposing aura around him, he smartly shut his mouth.

Xiao Yeyang, unconcerned with others, hoisted the Daohua who had fallen to the ground, frowned as he sized her up from head to toe, and then said with a hint of disgust, “I mean, why do you always look so disheveled every time I see you?”

Daohua rolled her eyes in annoyance: “Do you think I want to be like this? Isn’t it just because I’m too outstanding, and I make others jealous wherever I go?” Although her tone was a bit sharp, her eyes and brows could not hide her delight.

Seeing that she was just as unwilling to be outdone as he remembered, a smile flickered in Xiao Yeyang’s eyes: “Your spirit is still strong; it seems like you’re fine.” After speaking, noticing that Daohua’s hair bun was askew, he reached out to fix it.

“What are you doing?” Daohua dodged with a tilt of her head.

Xiao Yeyang was unfazed: “Your hair bun is crooked.” He reached out again.

Just then, Yan Wenxiu, who had recovered his wits, quickly stepped in front of Daohua, separating her from Xiao Yeyang: “The young master need not trouble himself!” After speaking, he turned around and quickly fixed Daohua’s hair bun.

Even though the big sister was in men’s clothing, she was after all a girl. How would she carry herself in the future if she allowed a young master to touch her head in public?

Xiao Yeyang, his hand still hanging in the air: …Where did this fellow come from? Was he competing with him for someone?

At this point, the group that had followed Xiao Yeyang also arrived.

“Young master, are you okay?”

Dong Yuanxuan, looking somewhat panicked, came over to Xiao Yeyang, inspected him carefully several times, and only after confirming that he was unharmed, he let out a sigh of relief.

Good heavens, if this little ancestor had gotten into trouble in front of him, upon returning home, his father would surely beat him to death.

Xiao Yeyang resumed his usual aloof demeanor and said indifferently, “What could possibly happen to me? However… this hand really hurts quite a bit.”

The thought of the stick that would have hit Daohua had he not arrived in time filled Xiao Yeyang with anger, and he glared resentfully at the trembling Prefectural Governor’s son.

The moment the Prefectural Governor’s son saw Dong Yuanxuan, he felt utterly doomed in his heart.

Others might not recognize Dong Yuanxuan, but he knew who he was.

The Provincial Governor’s eldest son, someone so esteemed, was now, like a servant, following the young man who had stopped his stick. So who was this young man?

Xiao Yeyang, uninterested in giving the Prefectural Governor’s son another glance, was about to order Dong Yuanxuan to take the man away when he noticed Daohua staring at him with wide eyes, sneakily observing him. Knowing by her expression she was up to some mischief, he decided not to speak.

Once Yan Wenxiu had fixed her hair bun, Daohua casually straightened her wrinkled clothes, then slowly sidled up to Xiao Yeyang.

Seeing that Daohua’s hair was messy and her clothes were unclean, Dong Yuanxuan initially wanted to intervene, but remembering how anxious Xiao Yeyang had been about this little boy, he swallowed back his words.

Xiao Yeyang looked at Daohua’s changing expressions and felt his irritation lessen considerably. This little rascal was definitely scheming something. Feigning ignorance, he asked: “What’s up?”

Daohua moved closer to Xiao Yeyang, glanced at the people around, stood on tiptoes, grabbed his arm, and whispered in his ear, “Is your status really powerful?”

She had been too happy earlier to take a good look at him; now seeing him being swarmed by such a large group of people and dressed so grandly, she instantly guessed that his status was no low.

Xiao Yeyang had never been approached this closely before, and his expression showed slight discomfort, but he did not dislike it, and tried to appear calm as he said, “Not bad, I suppose!”

Daohua’s eyes lit up: “Then, can I ride on your coattails?”

“Ahern-”

Dong Yuanxuan, standing beside Xiao Yeyang, suddenly coughed violently. Although Daohua’s voice was low, he was close enough to hear every word she said.

Dong Yuanxuan looked at Daohua with an odd expression.

What an audacious little fellow! He’s daring to say anything!

The key point is, even if you say it, could you at least not be so blunt?

On the other hand, Yan Wenxiu, who had long disapproved of Daohua’s intimacy with outside men, took the opportunity to pull her away and warned her with his eyes not to make any more trouble.

Xiao Yeyang was dissatisfied with Dong Yuanxuan’s interruption and even more so with Yan Wenxiu for pulling Daohua away. Watching Daohua proudly lift her head, he said: “Of course!”