Chapter 37: Trick the Little Sister
“Uh…” Jiang Chengfeng was speechless. How could a handsome man like me be compared with a coward like Ma Wencai?
"Oh, why can't they be together?" Shen Qingdie was obviously too involved. She held her chin with one hand and muttered to herself.
"You are still young now, you will understand when you grow up!" Jiang Chengfeng said with a smile. If you ignore the girl's bad temper and speak calmly, she still has the flavor of a girl next door.
Shen Qingdie snorted coldly, and puffed out her chest in protest, and said proudly: "I'm not young anymore, I'm already sixteen years old! I heard from my mother that at her age, she has been married for two years!"
At this point, the girl blushed, and Jiang Chengfeng shook his head and smiled bitterly. In this era, people generally married early, and most girls could get married at the age of fourteen.
"Jiang Dazhu, can you promise me that you will tell me stories every day in the future!" Shen Qingdie blinked her innocent big eyes and looked at Jiang Chengfeng with expectation.
"No!" Jiang Chengfeng jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on. If he told stories to this girl every day, he would probably go crazy.
"Hmph!" Shen Qingdie pouted again, dissatisfied: "You big bad guy, you beat me so badly, and you can't even tell me a few stories, hmph!"
Jiang Chengfeng touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "Ahem... I am a servant of the Shen Mansion. If people knew about this, I would stop doing my job and tell you stories every day. This is not good for you or me!"
Shen Qingdie's eyes rolled back, and she said unhappily, "Do you know now that you are a servant? Why didn't you think of that when you hit me just now?"
After being choked by this girl, Jiang Chengfeng felt his face getting hot. He hesitated for a moment and said, "How about this... I can tell you a story, but only one a day at most! The most important thing is, I won't tell you a story when I don't have time!"
Next time you come to see me, I will say I am busy. What can you do to me?
Shen Qingdie was obviously not as sinister as Jiang Chengfeng. She was pleasantly surprised and nodded, "Okay! Let's make a deal!"
Afterwards, Shen Qingdie transformed herself into an entertainment reporter and dug up all kinds of secrets about Jiang Chengfeng, including where Jiang Chengfeng's hometown was, which academy he studied in, and why he came to the Shen family.
Jiang Chengfeng was sweating coldly. It seemed that women were born to like gossip!
Later, Jiang Chengfeng couldn't stand it anymore, refused to answer any questions from the "entertainment reporter", and got up and ran away.
I ran all the way to my own courtyard, but I didn't find Uncle Wen. It seems that I have to postpone the matter of settling the score with Uncle Wen.
The next morning, after breakfast, Jiang Chengfeng hurried to the Shen family's study.
As soon as he entered the room, the fat young master Zhao Zikang sneered and threw a piece of white paper to Jiang Chengfeng, "I didn't realize that! You are such a talented writer!"
Jiang Chengfeng picked up the white paper and glanced at it, his brows furrowed. Isn't this the poem he recited to that girl Shen Qingdie yesterday?
Only the two of them knew about this, and it seemed that this should have been written by that girl Shen Qingdie! Jiang Chengfeng had seen that girl's signature before, and when he compared it with the delicate small calligraphy on the white paper, he was more certain of his guess.
Sure enough, Zhao Zikang smiled, his eyes full of sarcasm, and said in a sarcastic tone: "My cousin said that this is your masterpiece!"
Zhao Zikang was both angry and depressed. He was a young master, but he was even worse than a lowly tutor? If this matter were to be spread out, he would be so embarrassed!
"I am old and my eyes are dim. I didn't even know how talented you are. How ashamed!" Mr. Donghu, the teacher, also bowed and looked ashamed.
Jiang Chengfeng was startled, and hurriedly returned the compliment, saying, "Sir, you are too kind! This poem was just inspired by something, and I don't deserve the title of Sir!"
In the past, when Jiang Chengfeng saw this old man shaking his head while reading, he classified him as old-fashioned. But now it seems that he is very respectful to those who are more knowledgeable than himself, even if this person is a lowly servant!
However, Jiang Chengfeng began to secretly criticize the little girl Shen Qingdie. He had always wanted to keep a low profile, but now he has become famous!
If you think about it more carefully, maybe this is a kind of revenge from that girl towards you!
No, we must reverse this unfavorable situation!
After thinking for a while, Jiang Chengfeng approached Zhao Zikang and whispered, "Master, actually this poem was not written by me, I copied it from someone else!"
Zhao Zikang was surprised and asked, "Really?"
Jiang Chengfeng nodded seriously and said, "Master, think about it! You are so handsome and elegant, and even a well-educated person can't write such a poem. How can I, a small servant, do it?"
Zhao Zikang laughed with satisfaction, and the fat on his face trembled. "You are quite interesting! By the way, where did you get this poem from? Which book?"
After hearing what Zhao Zikang said, Jiang Chengfeng knew what this guy wanted to do. He didn't use his intelligence on his studies, but used it all on crooked ways.
Jiang Chengfeng shrugged his shoulders and said, "Oh, Master, to be honest, this poem was written by a friend of mine from my hometown! But this friend of mine is not famous, and you may not even know him! It's not in the book you mentioned, but... I do remember some of it!"
"How many?" Zhao Zikang was surprised.
"It's not much, but I can guarantee that the two ladies will look at you with new eyes!"
Zhao Zikang laughed, a shameless laugh. Jiang Chengfeng's words touched his heart. If he could handle these two beauties from the Shen family, his life on earth !
Afterwards, Jiang Chengfeng approached Zhao Zikang and recited a few poems. Unfortunately, Zhao Zikang's memory was too poor, and Jiang Chengfeng recited them over and over again for more than ten times before he could barely remember them.
After finally memorizing a poem, Zhao Zikang clapped his hands and laughed happily, holding Jiang Chengfeng's hand tightly, and was moved to tears.
At this moment, Shen Qingdie came in, skipping and bowing respectfully to Mr. Donghu, "Hello, Master!"
Jiang Chengfeng glanced at Shen Qingdie, and from the way she walked, he knew that her little butt wasn't completely healed. But it didn't matter, he would give her another beating today so that she would remember this lesson.
Mr. Donghu returned the greeting. Shen Qingdie found her seat, sat down slowly, and glanced at Jiang Chengfeng.
Jiang Chengfeng laughed secretly, but pretended to be very respectful on the surface, and bowed and said, "Good morning, Second Miss!"
Shen Qingdie glared at Jiang Chengfeng and ignored him. She just looked at her fat cousin Zhao Zikang and said, "Cousin, why did you come so early today?"
His cousin actually took the initiative to talk to him. Zhao Zikang's chubby face flushed with excitement. He rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "I...I've been waiting for you!"
"Wait for me?" Shen Qingdie was very depressed. "What are you waiting for me to do?"
"I was watching the moon last night and was inspired to write a poem! I'm waiting for my cousin to give her guidance on my new work!" said Zhao Zikang.
