I Hate You!

The next couple of days after within the week, Chen Zhiyu didn't do much asides his occasional hubby. Since he was younger, he learned the art of calligraphy from his mother who was skilled excellently in the art.

Ever since his mother's disappearance, it came to become his favourite hobby as the pens' art reminded him of the fun time back in the days before tragedy struck.

He had stacks of calligraphic surfaces ranging from precious papers to animal skin. On these materials, he made a lot of inscriptions and drawings from time to time. When he was moody, excited, worried, depressed or anxious, he would resort to them and make some good art pieces using his emotions as art.

Sadly, he was not a cultivator and couldn't infuse the essence of spiritual energy in his diagrams leaving him at a loss most of the time. Since he was not a cultivator, it didn't matter how much emotion he used, it couldn't really serve a more actively martial purpose so it was reduced to nothing more than a hobby.

Today,

Chen Zhiyu woke up, did a lot of house activities and wanted to rest as usual through calligraphy.

"Huh! The ink is exhausted?" He shook the ceramic container housing the ink but unfortunately not a drop was left in it.

Chen Zhiyu pouted and his shoulders fell as he sank to his bed in ponder. He dipped his hand into his chest pocket. Luckily, he still found a few gold coins.

"Only this much" Chen Zhiyu shook his head and smiled bitterly "Thankfully, it's enough for me to get a few bottles of ink at the store"

The Chen clan usually distributed resources according to authority and status. In the end, even if they despised Chen Zhiyu to the core, they could not overrude this rule. Though they could hamper the principle of fairness and limit the amount remitted to him to only a few stacks of gold coins.

But Chen Zhiyu didn't have much to complain about himself, he knew his place and wouldn't seek for trouble with them, only being economic with the little they gave him.

He had secret revenue through auctioning off some of his calligraphy items but they only came seasonally so they were like extra financial support on secondary terms. But with how he managed it, he was still able to live a slightly comfortable life (that was if one didn't include the troubles from Chen Xizi)

Next, Chen Zhiyu made slight adjustment to his appearance. He put on a white loose robe that was pretty enough to attract only minimal attention. His hair was tied to a ponytail though he let out a few strands drop down in the front.

His eyes were black unlike Chen Xizi's blue gem like eyes. His eyes were like a distorted universe, it had a glorious exterior though it seemed to have dimmed over the years after he lost the spark of excitement in his life.

Altogether, he still looked charming and handsome as a mortal but his handsomeness could only topple him over and again, rather than toppling empires.

Chen Zhiyu vacated the Chen clan's premises, a few moments after. However, as quite the sensation in the Chen clan and a character for attracting trouble passively, he had certain unprofessional paparazzi lurking around.

Not too long after, he left, news of his departure reached Chen Xizi's ears.

"What?" Chen Xizi's wine splurted out of his lips as his eyes shone with a fierce glint, causing the reporter to shiver lightly from the frostiness of his look.

"Where did he head to?" he asked after he had cooled off considerably.

"He seemed to be headed to the stores in search…" the reporter was cut in sharply by Chen Xizi.

"Little Yu! Little Yu! Already in a hurry to get your fiance a gift, he-he!" Chen Xizi laughed coldly, his grip tightened on the wineglass he was holding.

His rage continuously brewed and brewed before reaching a point of climax.

BANG!

A shattering noise followed immediately after and the wineglass was shattered completely into microscopic fragments that were as fine as sand. Following this, Chen Xizi's anger cooled off lightly.

A sheen of spiritual energy surrounded his hands making it such that he was not injured the whole time. However, the reporter couldn't help trembling nonstop. After years of working for this Lord Zi, he knew that the latter was already in a furious state.

He was always a maniac when he got angered and just like now when he heard that Chen Zhiyu was in the market. He was already acting out of impulsive anger without letting the reporter finish his comment.

He could not help but sigh and pray in his heart that the Young Master — Chen Zhiyu — would be fine.

Chen Xizi coming at him like this with intense fury spelt bad for whoever was on the receiving end of his wrath.

"Let's go check out our Chen clan's business. I hope it's been faring well this past few days at the stores hahahaha!" Chen Xizi's manic laughter echoed as he stormed out of his pavilion into a ready made chariot.

Tens of guards escorted the chariot as they headed in the direction of the stores. Within the chariot, Chen Xizi worked at cooling his mind first and reducing his anger as soon as possible.

He wanted to cause a tantrum, in the process he could insult, humiliate and even maim Chen Zhiyu publicly. But he couldn't go overboard and kill the latter.

As whether he liked it or not, Chen Zhiyu still had a minority rooting out for him and it would be disastrous for him and the Chen clan at large if something endangering should happen to Chen Zhiyu.

Hence, he still had to act with restraint when dealing with this cousin of his that he loathed so much.

"ARGH! CHEN ZHIYU, I HATE YOU!!!"

Chen Xizi's angered voice echoed with a widespread frosty killing intent covering the surroundings. The guards who were by the chariot halted for a moment.

They only continued after a considerable wait for Chen Xizi's rage to cool off.