The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 74 Jincheng Building

Chapter 74: Chapter 74 Jincheng Building

Yun Kuang didn’t expect his sister to get mad, let alone hang up on him.

After much thought, he wondered why he was at odds with Yun Qi, wasn’t it just to vent some anger for his sister?

He admitted he was not as capable as his sister, but what he could muster up was practically all he had.

Even if he messed up every time, it was always he himself who suffered the consequences.

Feeling deeply unworthy, Yun Kuang hung up and wandered out to the courtyard for a walk.

Yun Qi was struggling to open a nut box, her small fingers prying at the box with gritted teeth, her little face distorted.

Yun Kuang walked over to her dejectedly, reached out to open the box, and handed it over with a "here."

Yun Qi looked up at her cousin, grabbed a handful of nuts, stuffing her mouth full, looking like a little squirrel hiding food everywhere.

Yun Kuang mumbled, "Is it really that tasty? There’s nothing in the world you don’t like to eat."

Saying so, he grabbed a handful for himself as well.

Yun Qi had some nut crumbs on her cheeks, her bright almond eyes, and she said in a little, muffled voice, "For the sake of eating together, if Brother encounters any trouble, you can always turn to Qi, Qi won’t charge you."

In these days since Yun Kuang returned, he’d heard some rumors from other servants, saying that Uncle took little Qi out every day and whenever they came back to get scolded by the Old Master, they always claimed to have been out doing business.

What kind of business could such a small child do?

He let out a chuckle, looked up at the sky, and suddenly felt the clouds drifting lightly and the wind blowing gently.

"Qi, from now on Brother won’t quarrel with you. You’re still young, making some mistakes is normal."

Initially, he thought of standing up for Yun Ying, but now that he thinks about it, even if she lied, acted cute, or threw tantrums, at the end of the day, she’s just a child. Bickering with a child doesn’t align with his soon-to-be adult status.

Yun Qi grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Who’s pretending to be magnanimous? It should be me forgiving you."

Dumb brother still didn’t realize that all the mishaps these days were caused by her.

Late at night, on West City Street, Tang Qing led Xu Leisong and Liu Xianglei to the Jincheng Building. A decade ago, this was quite the bustling commercial center. Now, with Hai City’s rapid development, more modern commercial centers have sprung up around, leaving it looking rather desolate.

Most of the merchants had moved out, and all that met the eye were tightly shut glass doors, old advertising signs, and abandoned mannequins.

Xu Leisong was trembling with fear all the way, his handsome features now filled with desolation.

"So it was really Uncle, but I’ve never done anything to offend him."

He turned to Liu Xianglei.

"It may not be about you, maybe my dad has some grievances and is using you to express them,"

Liu Xianglei comforted him.

The Jincheng Building belonged to the Xu family, so Xu Leisong easily got the key to enter.

At this moment—

Yun Kuang was with the friends he had a fight with days ago.

Imitating scenes from movies, he sat dashingly on top of a sports car, his long legs propped up, as one of the friends handed him a cigarette and lit it for him.

"Brother Yun, it was our fault fighting with you the other day, don’t hold it against us..."

After maintaining enough demeanor, Yun Kuang felt a bit more at ease. He also recalled that he had started the trouble that day, so waved his hand generously and said, "Forget it, those things are past. Just remember next time when Brother Yun is in a bad mood, avoid provoking me."

"Yes, yes, so where are we going to have fun today?"

"West City Street, there’s a new bar opened there."

Yun Kuang brushed off the despair from the past few days, pivoting from atop the car into the driver’s seat of the convertible.

Firing up the engine, he stylishly turned on the stereo, the pulsating music drumming rapidly into his ears.

In the dead of night, the convertible roared through the streets, swiftly making its way to West City Street.

The speed was blistering. With a cigarette in his mouth and one hand on the wheel, Yun Kuang was savoring the wind blowing from all directions.

His teenager’s unique edgy aura was fully charged!

The street view zipped past as his gaze briefly lifted to catch a glimpse of the slightly worn-out high-rise in front, with the words Jincheng Building peeling off paint.

At that glance, the tires screeched unpleasantly, and the car careened straight into the glass doors of the shop ahead.