Chapter 2: Grandpa Slaps You with a Face Full of Peach Blossoms

  Zhou Huchen was very low-key today, which made the shopkeeper who had been called over by that fellow slightly put his mind at ease.

  This notorious troublemaker in the capital today is very polite, but the owner of this tea house is still uneasy. He keeps a close eye on the elegant rooms outside. Because the two people in these elegant rooms are **, and they absolutely cannot meet.

  What you fear will come, just as the tea house owner was still worried, Zhou Huchen lost his patience. He started yelling in the elegant seat: "Hurry up and change this for me! What's with this slow thing? Hurry up!"

  The shopkeeper has urged, but every section of this book is too long. It can be simplified to a certain extent, and Zhou Huchen's impatience is also justified.

  "Who's making a racket! Disturbing your grandfather from listening to his book!"

  It's true that what you fear will come. Another person in the sedan chair started to get angry, and then someone rushed out of the sedan chair. The shopkeeper saw this and hurried forward, shouting towards the inside: "Young Master Hou, please calm down! Please forgive me! I apologize to you!"

  Zhou Huichen smiled when he heard the words, put down his teacup and said, "Little Master, I'd like to see which young master it is that likes listening to books. This little master, I can 'make friends' with him."

  "Go and see which young master it is? Today this young master will get acquainted with him!"

  Things are not going well! Zhou Wanjiang, the house servant who followed Zhou Huchen out, was there to prevent such a situation. He hastened forward to advise: "Young master, let's just forget it! We came out for some fresh air, why bother with these ignorant people!"

  Zhou Wanjiang was an old subordinate of Zhou Hu's father, Zhou Yuji, and also Zhou Hu's teacher. Zhou Hu had to give him face, so he suppressed his anger, waved his hand, and didn't continue.

  Zhou Huchen gave face, but that doesn't mean the other side gave face. Just as Zhou Huchen decided not to bother, the opponent's follower rushed out and spoke again: "Who was the blind turtle son just now? Get out quickly, otherwise, my young master will make you look good!"

  This attendant actually knew where the voice came from, and it seemed that he didn't want to cause trouble, just shouting a few times to intimidate with his identity. As long as no one responded, this matter would be over. But once the word "turtle son" was spoken, Zhou Wanjing knew there was no way out, and with Zhou Huchen's temper, it was inevitable that he would take action.

  "Get his teeth knocked out and let him remember it for a long time!" Zhou Huchen didn't move at all, but one of the family servants by the door turned around and went out of the room.

  Then there was a burst of crackling sounds, accompanied by bursts of miserable cries. Soon, the house servant returned with an expressionless face and bowed: "It's done, young master!"

  Zhou Huchen nodded, and the house servant quietly returned to the door again.

  Next to the room, two of the opposing attendants who were guarding the door were stunned and had not reacted yet. The attendant who was favored by the young master was already covered in blood and crouching on the ground, wailing incessantly. Meanwhile, the teahouse owner apparently knew Zhou Hu's usual behavior, so he didn't hesitate and ran downstairs as fast as his legs could carry him.

  At this time, the master of the room finally reacted and heard that the sound seemed to have come out of the room. He then started shouting: "Who is the son of a bitch?! Whoever dares to hit my little Master Hou, get out here! I'll show you!"

  Zhou Huchen stood up, and Zhou Wanjing took a step ahead and came out of his own room.

  "Who's the damned dog barking wildly? What if I hit you? Your Tiger Daddy is here!"

  Out of the room, a young man in his early twenties with a pale complexion and wearing a luxurious brocade robe was staring at the door with a scowl. Then he saw Zhou Huchen with an unfriendly face.

  "Zhou Xiaohu... don't think everyone is afraid of you! Your young master Hou isn't afraid!"

  This person, Sun Weibang, is acquainted with Zhou Huchen. He is a descendant of Huaining Marquis Sun Bao and his father is the current Huaining Marquis Sun Jichun. As Sun Weibang is the eldest son, he is also the heir apparent to the title of Huaining Marquis.

  It's even more infuriating, but in the past, his ancestors' achievements have long been outdated. A declining noble son, apart from being of high status, is just a useless playboy. Who cares about him? Zhou Huchen didn't bother with him: "Sun Weibang, stop barking loudly in front of me! Get out quickly! If you keep making noise, believe it or not, I'll slap you until your face blooms with peach flowers!"

  Zhou Huchen's words were hard to hear, and Hou Shizi Sun Weibian was afraid of Zhou Huchen, which was false. With him, the idle Beijing dandy who had been beaten by Zhou Huchen couldn't count the number of hands stretched out in fear. Sun Weibian was very clear that his subordinates had nothing to do with the number of people, as long as Zhou Huchen's followers pulled out two of them, they were not opponents.

  However, today Zhou Huachen didn't give him any face at all. Sun Weibuan was afraid of Zhou Huachen in his heart, but he had to save face: "Zhou Xiaohu, don't be too arrogant! Listening to books has a order, I ordered the book today and paid for it, so I should say what book I want to listen to!"

  Sun Weibang seemed to have shown weakness, but Zhou Huchen didn't seem to want to let him off and continued to provoke: "Get out of here, don't make me unhappy! Otherwise, I'll kick you out!"

  Not a bit of air, still not a bit of face, Sun Weibang's face was red and swollen, blood rushing up: "Zhou Xiaohu, what are you? I am Sun Weibang, the Marquis of Huaining..."

  "With a 'thud', Zhou Huchen kicked out with one foot, and Sun Weibuan also flew out at the same time."

  Zhou Huchen's men, including Zhou Wanjiang, had already made preparations and rushed forward in a swarm. Sun Weifan's attendants were instantly pushed behind him by them. The only one who was not flustered was Zhou Huchen, who walked towards Sun Weifan with an eight-character step, swaying gently.

  One of Sun Wei-buan's attendants was pushed to the back while he stretched out his hand and grabbed Sun Wei-buan's clothes, who was crouching on the ground. One of Zhou Hu-chen's servants kicked him in the air, and that attendant of Sun Wei-buran let go, followed by a miserable cry.

  "I remember saying that if you act arrogant again, I'll slap you until your face is covered in peach blossoms! Now, I'm going to make good on that promise!" Zhou Huchen smiled as he walked forward, his footsteps still unhurried.

  Sun Weibang was originally curled up like a large shrimp, but now, after hearing Zhou Huchen's words, he no longer cared about his abdomen being kicked in pain and immediately wrapped his hands around his head.

  "Tiger, spare us! Tiger, spare us! Have mercy on us! We're already kneeling before you, isn't that enough?! Please, we beg of you...!" One of Sun Wei's attendants was pressed tightly against the back, he helplessly shouted loudly, using force was not an option, everyone knew that these Zhou family guards were too strong, once they fought back, they would probably be knocked down quickly, now they could only plead.

  At this time, Zhou Huchen's foot was already on Sun Weibang's neck, and with a slight effort, a mournful cry came out, and the hands that had been tightly clasped together finally let go.

  "What I say always counts! But today, we must give Young Master Hou some face, so let's just forget about it!"

  Zhou Huchen lifted his foot and then, gently, that foot seemed to be a gentle lover stepping on Sun Weibin's face. Although Zhou Huchen was only fifteen years old, he was not short compared to an average adult, and he was very sturdy, which meant that Zhou Huchen was very heavy, and the strength of his feet was also very great.