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"Did you hear it with your own ears?"
"I guessed."
"Then that doesn't count. You still need to be cautious."
Qi Xiaomian then recounted what Qi Xiaopeng had done after leaving.
He caused a scene at my place, then went to Madam's and made a ruckus there too, shouting particularly loudly as if afraid others wouldn't hear him. He complained that he couldn't stand how well his mother treated me, expressing jealousy and resentment in a long tirade. Madam played along, scolding him for being an ungrateful son. Now, he was so worked up that he had fallen ill and was resting in bed, refusing to see anyone.
As for Qi Xiaopeng, after being slapped by Qi Xiao Kun, he stormed out of the estate in a fit of rage. Now, he had already downed several jars of wine and called for several women, planning to stay out all night.
He certainly knew how to dramatize things for himself. Qi Xiaomian teased that he had never realized how good Qi Xiaopeng was at acting until now; he never expected that when push came to shove, he would actually show some backbone.
Speaking of this, one must commend Madam. Although Qi Xiaopeng was used to causing trouble and Madam appeared indifferent on the surface, she had always tightly controlled his boundaries, preventing him from truly becoming a hopeless wastrel.
Indeed, I thought Madam was impressive even as a child. I once fantasized about her being my real mother; even though she seemed cold and often acted as if she didn't see me, I felt that being ignored was better than her going mad in front of me.
She drew a big circle around him; as long as he stayed within it, she didn't mind how much trouble he caused. But once he stepped outside that circle, her methods would surely be swift and fierce.
It seemed so; I had never witnessed it myself but had heard others speak of it.
Under the eaves, a group of people were making noise late into the night. Sang Qingxiao and another person had little desire to sleep and continued their conversation into the early hours.
From a distance, they spotted a staggering figure approaching.
"Is that Qi Xiaopeng? What is he doing back at this hour?"
In that direction, Qi Xiaomian said he intended to find Qi Hao right now.
After drinking, he might let slip some truths; if things didn’t go as planned, perhaps he'd get caught up in his drunkenness and end up revealing too much to Qi Hao!
That shouldn't happen; as far as I knew, his alcohol tolerance was excellent—he started drinking at eleven years old. My informants had said they had never seen his limit but had witnessed him feigning drunkenness many times to create chaos.
It was all intentional; by acting half-drunk and rowdy, he achieved many goals. This should be another one of his tricks—his usual method—and you mentioned it carried little risk; most likely it would succeed. If you're worried, we can follow him discreetly.
But let's not get too close; with so many souls within him, if he has any abilities we don't know about and notices us, it could be problematic. We'll wait from a distance; we just need to ensure Qi Xiaopeng's safety. Once he comes out, he'll speak for himself.
All worries were unnecessary; Qi Xiaopeng emerged in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
During that time, he only shouted complaints about his mother not caring for him and accused Qi Xiaomian of deliberately competing for her affection. He demanded someone take his side like a petulant child and wouldn't relent until Qi Hao lost patience and scolded him several times before he finally left on his own accord.
What was meant by "rolling" here was no joke; he truly threw himself into it. The servants outside were all watching, yet he acted like a genuine drunkard, rolling about for nearly ten meters before finally stopping. He sat on the ground for a moment, dazed, before staggering to his feet again.
Sang Qingxiao could see that his legs were not just unsteady; they were trembling violently. Poor child, it seemed he had been frightened badly. This explained why he had rolled out—he was too scared to stand firm.
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