The Tycoon’s Enchanted Mermaid

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: The First Time Online

Fang Yuan walked to the teaching hall and did not see the boy. She carefully searched everywhere for a servant. Just when she was puzzled about why the manor’s doors were wide open but no one was around, suddenly there came a noise from the corridor upstairs, and she looked up.

A man dressed in a gray-striped casual suit was coming down the stairs. He was tall and handsome, with deep-set features. His tousled hair revealed his forehead, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses on his prominent nose, giving him an air of gentle elegance.

“Are you Lu Jing’s private tutor?”

The man spoke, his voice as inviting as his initial impression had suggested, like a gentle spring breeze.

Fang Yuan guessed he was a relative of Lu Jing and quickly replied, “I am, sir. Good day, my name is Fang Yuan.”

The man descended the staircase and stood before Fang Yuan. He said warmly, “Hello, I am Lu Yuan, Lu Jing’s brother. Miss Fang, please wait a moment while I ask the butler to find Lu Jing. This boy often acts willfully and defiantly. Please don’t take it to heart.”

“Not at all, not at all.” Fang Yuan was flattered, not expecting the other party to have such a good temper. It was a rare fortune to meet such kind employers consecutively.

Lu Yuan observed her expression and slightly curled his lips.

Before long, the butler found Lu Jing who had, to everyone’s dismay, chopped down every precious plant in the garden, leaving none intact.

When Lu Jing entered and saw Lu Yuan, his young face was shadowed and ominous. He immediately sliced the long nanmu table in the hall in half with his sword, causing a loud clang that made Fang Yuan shudder, nearly falling off the sofa.

Lu Yuan seemed to have grown accustomed to his younger brother’s tantrums, calmly sipping his tea before saying, “Calmed down? If so, let’s start learning properly.”

Lu Jing ignored him, his head bowed as he caressed the sword blade, muttering, “Damn wood, ruined my new treasure.”

After speaking, he casually swung a beautiful sword flower and then threw the long sword aside as if it were trash.

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“I’m done playing.”

Everyone in the hall remained calm as usual, only Fang Yuan was shocked and fearful, feeling the child had become even more terrifying.

Lu Yuan looked at his brother with not a trace of reprimand in his eyes, only gently instructing, “Be obedient, attend your class well.”

Lu Jing looked up at Fang Yuan, flashing a row of white teeth, “Sure, I will definitely study hard.”

A while later, Lu Yuan left with the butler, leaving only Fang Yuan and Lu Jing staring at each other.

“Well… young master, it’s getting late. Shall we start the lesson?” Fang Yuan nervously stood up.

However, Lu Jing suddenly fixed a gloomy gaze on her, unnerving Fang Yuan. After a moment, he slowly approached and sniffed her.

“You have a scent on you.”

Lu Jing suddenly blurted out.

Fang Yuan looked down at the small boy only reaching her waist, her pretty face forcing a smile, “I sprayed a little perfume before leaving the house. If you don’t like it, I won’t wear it next time.”

Lu Jing shook his head, his dark brown eyes eerie as ghostly flames, “No, it’s not the perfume. It’s a different scent, one that could drive a person insane.”

“Did you meet someone before coming here?”

Fang Yuan frowned and remained silent, suspecting the little brat was making mischief. She had only worn a bit of perfume in the morning, and its scent would have faded long ago.

He was clearly just picking a fight. If he weren’t so young, Fang Yuan might even think he was teasing her.

Fang Yuan snapped, “Stop joking around. Who I met is my private matter. I am your tutor, please show me some respect.”

Lu Jing wasn’t offended and circled around her once, then suddenly put his finger to his lips, whispering, “Shh, let’s not talk about it. Don’t be upset, sister. I’ll secretly tell you something, don’t fall for my brother. He will… eat people.”

Fang Yuan’s face turned instantly pale.

Seeing this, Lu Jing looked up and laughed heartily.

Uncle Wen said Qin Yu had something to do tonight and might come back very late or not at all, so he suggested Ah Da eat dinner first.

Ah Da wasn’t really in the mood to eat; she was extremely interested in phones and the internet, having learned a lot today that she hadn’t yet digested.

After bringing a plate of fruit upstairs, Uncle Wen left, and Ah Da nestled on the couch playing with her phone. Fang Yuan had mentioned that to follow celebrity updates, she needed to download an app called Weibo.

Ah Da immediately downloaded it, registered an account, and even found Su Qingtong to follow her. Su Qingtong didn’t have any representative works, but she had a significant number of fans—over a million.

Being online for the first time, Ah Da found everything fascinating.

She clicked on Su Qingtong’s latest Weibo post, which had over 1,500 comments. Upon closer look, the comments were all bashing her, which quite shocked Ah Da.

Could all these million… be haters?

Qingjiu Rugu: Su Qingtong is just a Swordman, climbing up by using her body to steal roles from others. Utterly shameless, coming from nowhere to catch the eye of big directors, everyone knows you don’t have the virtue nor the place, better you roll out of the entertainment industry and save some face for yourself.

This comment was at the top of the list with thousands of likes. As Ah Da read it, she fumed. Was this person aware of Su Qingtong’s true identity when they said she was a Swordman?

Su Qingtong was actually a Sword Spirit transformed into a human. Saying she was a Swordman wasn’t wrong, but something felt off. He even said that Bronze Sword used her body to climb up. What was this about? Why did he say that? Did he know Bronze Sword? Ah Da immediately wanted to rebut on behalf of Su Qingtong.

Ah Da clicked to reply, her fingers tapping and swiping on the screen, and after a while, she managed to respond to Qingjiu Rugu:

“You’re wrong. She wouldn’t steal from others, nor is she shameless. She’s a really nice person. Are you her friend too? Why would you say such things?”

In real life, Qingjiu Rugu was a middle-aged net addict who loved surfing the web. Whenever he was upset, he liked to vent on the internet by mocking and attacking female celebrities, a way to release the frustrations from his real world.

Many celebrities in the entertainment industry have a large number of hardcore fans who would chase after him with insults or bombard him with private messages whenever he vented—always a hassle.

Eventually, he discovered that no matter how much he insulted Su Qingtong, no one would rebut, and the harsher he criticized, the more attention he got. Over time, it became a habit.

After several months, he had become a representative of the anti-fans of Su Qingtong and was even supported by many.

That night, as usual, he went online to insult people, but suddenly, he saw that his previous comment bashing Su Qingtong had received a reply. He looked and laughed.

Su Qingtong actually had a fan now, daring to argue with him.

He immediately picked up his keyboard and retorted: I don’t know her, but I know she’s just a Swordman. Is it wrong to call her a Swordman?

After a while, the other side slowly replied: It’s wrong.

Qingjiu Rugu: I just said it, what can you do to me?

Ah Da replied: You shouldn’t say that.

Qingjiu Rugu: I laughed. Are you an idiot?

Reply: I’m not.

Qingjiu Rugu: Don’t fucking pretend to be a robot; if you’re capable, argue with me. I’ve never been afraid of anyone.

Reply: I’m not a robot.

Qingjiu Rugu: …Then you must be an elementary school student.

Reply: No.

Qingjiu Rugu: …