Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 32 - 032 Little Crown Prince is coming to the variety show for kids?

Chapter 32: 032 Little Crown Prince is coming to the variety show for kids?

Jun Residence.

Jun Jiu, as usual, carried a large stack of documents and was entering the manor’s main building when the old housekeeper suddenly stopped him, all secretive.

"Housekeeper Mu, is there something the matter?"

Housekeeper Mu was sixty years old, with hair not yet fully white, looking very spirited.

He moved closer to Jun Jiu and said with a beaming smile, "The young master said that after you give your report, go see him."

The old fox smiling so eagerly? There must be something afoot.

A chill ran down Jun Jiu’s back, "If the young master wants to see me, he could just say so. Why are you smiling like that? It can’t be anything good!"

Housekeeper Mu explained warmly, "The young master means he doesn’t want the master to know about this matter."

"Ah?" Jun Jiu was stunned.

Young Master Yan always obeyed the master, routinely reporting everything. But since returning from C City this time, he suddenly seemed preoccupied.

This change couldn’t exactly be said to be bad.

It’s normal for a child to grow up and have many ideas!

But there’s fear that the child might rebel!

One is the master, the other the future master. If Young Master Yan had some fancy ideas that angered the master, the ones to suffer in the end would only be their subordinates.

Housekeeper Mu patted his shoulder, looking serious as if entrusting a great matter to him, "Just don’t tell the master."

Damn!

That expression definitely spelled trouble!

Swallowing hard, Jun Jiu asked weakly, "Can I... not go?"

Housekeeper Mu’s eyes seemed to reflect all the world, bright and sharp.

He gently countered, "What do you think?"

His tone was friendly and kind, with no hint of threat!

Jun Jiu immediately felt discouraged, "Alright, I understand."

Housekeeper Mu nodded in satisfaction and walked away leisurely.

During the report in the study, Jun Jiu was preoccupied with this matter and quite tense throughout.

Jun Lii scanned the data charts projected on the screen, his chin slightly raised, revealing a sharp, well-defined curve.

His gaze was icy, betraying not a tad of his emotions.

However, his eyes occasionally rested on Jun Jiu.

After a moment, he tapped on the desk to signal him to stop reporting.

Feeling like he was on the brink of danger, Jun Jiu’s skin crawled, "Master, is there something wrong with the data?"

Jun Lii glanced at him and sat back on the sofa, asking indifferently, "What’s wrong with you tonight?"

Jun Jiu’s hand trembled slightly, "Nothing... nothing at all."

"Is that so?" Jun Lii countered, his questioning carrying an unquestionable certainty.

Jun Jiu’s face fell, "Master, please don’t ask any more..."

This reaction?

Jun Lii leaned back comfortably, the coldness at the edge of his brows gradually dissipating, replaced with a hint of warmth, "Is it Xiao Yan?"

Jun Jiu could never hide anything from the master, he was almost ready to kneel, "Young Master Yan said... you mustn’t know..."

"Heh." Jun Lii rarely smiled, "The child’s grown up, he has his own concerns."

The eyes that usually hid blades softened a touch.

"Well then, it’s good that he has his own ideas; he can’t always listen to my advice. As long as he’s not too out of line, let him be," Jun Lii said lightly, "I’ll pretend I don’t know about this. You can go."

Only with the master’s definitive response did Jun Jiu finally breathe a sigh of relief, "Good! I’ll go right now!"

Not until Jun Jiu left the room did Jun Lii slowly withdraw his gaze.

At the corner of his lips, a doting smile emerged.

Jun Jiu knocked on the door, "Young Master Yan, you wanted to see me?"

Jun Yan turned from the floor-to-ceiling window.

His delicate little face was pretty much a scaled-down version of the master’s; his serene gaze, however, surpassed the master’s by a notch.

That kind of cold demeanor, on any adult’s face, might feel oppressive at most. But on a five-year-old child, it carried an inexplicable chill.

For instance, every time Jun Jiu saw Young Master Yan’s expressionless face, he couldn’t help but shiver.

Jun Yan, dressed in a custom-tailored suit, stood with his back perfectly straight. As soon as he spoke, he almost brought Jun Jiu to his knees, "Dad knows?"

Jun Jiu broke out in a cold sweat, "Young Master Yan..."

You’re too clever by half, aren’t you?

Jun Yan raised his hand, sporting a diamond-studded Starlight watch on his wrist.

"He left five minutes early."

Jun Jiu was confused, "What do you mean?"

Jun Yan had the expression of someone trying to communicate with a mere mortal, "When you report to my dad, even if there’s nothing to report, you would stay in the study for at least fifteen minutes. Today, however, you left five minutes early. It was your expression that gave it away, and my dad noticed."

Spot on!

Jun Jiu was close to tears, "Young Master Yan, don’t kick me when I’m down! You and Housekeeper Mu are being so secretive, I’m really not cut out for acting QAQ..."

"Oh." Jun Yan replied indifferently, "I never intended to keep it a secret in the first place."

Only then did Jun Jiu realize, "So you wanted me to slip up in front of the head of the family? Hold on, Young Master Yan, if you have something in mind, why not communicate directly with the head?"

There’s no need to drag us subordinates into this...

Jun Yan didn’t answer his question but responded with a half-smiling, half-smirking curl of his lips, "What did my dad say?"

Jun Jiu, with a mournful face, relayed the message, "The head of the family said, as long as you don’t go too far, you can do whatever you please."

"Then good, I want to go to a show. Arrange it for me," Jun Yan ordered coldly.

What the...?

Jun Jiu was puzzled, "Young Master Yan, you’re putting so much effort in just to get on a show?"

"What do you know?" Jun Yan replied rigidly, "I’m there to attend to important business."

Knowing better than to ask, Jun Jiu still couldn’t help but gossip, "What important business?"

It must be extraordinary if Young Master Yan takes it seriously.

But Little Iceberg was tight-lipped. Unless he chose to speak, no one could pry a word from Young Master Yan’s mouth.

Jun Jiu never thought he would get a response.

Yet, as soon as the words left his mouth, Jun Yan’s eyes suddenly brightened a fraction.

He replied quite seriously, "Does selecting a matriarch count as important business?"

Holy crap?!

Jun Jiu’s mouth dropped open in shock, unable to close it!

It took him a while to regain his voice.

"You... You... Young Master Yan, are you looking to bring a wife back home for the head of the family?"

Jun Yan nodded.

Jun Jiu was even more shocked, "But the head of the family rejected your idea last time! You want to choose a mother—"

Jun Yan interrupted him coolly, with a delicate arch of his eyebrow, "I never said it was for the current head of the family."

Jun Jiu: ???????????

Turning his back, Jun Yan left a cold silhouette behind, "If you’ve understood, then get on with it. Aside from the name Jun Yan, I don’t want anyone in the show to know about my relationship with the Jun Residence."

Jun Jiu: ...

The Jun family had just netted two billion, and now there’s a Jun showing up in the show...

Isn’t that hard to guess?

But all he could do was comply, "Alright, I’ll get to it."

Leaving the manor’s main building, Jun Jiu sighed wistfully.

The father and son are simply unbelievable!

Housekeeper Mu seemed to have been waiting for him, strolling over leisurely, "Xiao Jiu, have you seen the young master?"

Jun Jiu nearly burst into tears, "Housekeeper Mu, can you not set me up like that in the future, please?"

Housekeeper Mu smiled kindly, "Is it such a hardship to help Young Master Yan?"

"This matter—"

Obviously knowing what he was going to say, Housekeeper Mu gently patted Jun Jiu’s shoulder.

"Do a good job. Who knows, by the end of this, our family might really have a new matriarch!"

Jun Jiu’s face fell.