As the most beloved son of a wealthy businessman in Beiyun County, Hao Huannian had lived a smooth and carefree life in the past eighteen years.
It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday that an eldest young man took refuge in his home from the capital. Hao Huannian met someone more arrogant and noble than him for the first time.
The man was cunning and mean, and wanted to look at people with his nostrils. Even his proud painting skills were criticized as useless in front of that man. Hao Huannian became more and more dissatisfied with him, and it was not pleasant to find someone with all his efforts.
It's a pity that the young master who has never seen the big world is no match for that person. He is fooled around every time and his eyes are red with anger.
The young master had been having a rough time with that man for a year, and unexpectedly developed a strange relationship.
One crisp night, Hao Huannian happily knocked on the door of the man's room while holding the painted portrait. His painting skills had improved greatly with the man's help and guidance. The young master stepped into the room with a proud look on his face and handed the painting in his arms to the man like a treasure. His eyes were filled with the expectation of complimenting me.
The man sighed softly after taking the painting, stretched out his hand and touched the young master's head, and spoke in a low tone, like a whisper.
He said: "Every year, I'm leaving."
The young master, who had always been strong, had tears in his eyes, but he stubbornly raised his head and refused to let it fall.
The man raised his hand distressedly and brushed away the tears at the end of his eyes with his fingertips, "Niannian, wait until I come back to pick you up, okay?"
The young master believed the man's lies and waited obediently for more than half a year.
From the beginning of a monthly letter to the man, there was no news at all.
He burned everything related to the man on fire, packed his luggage neatly, and angrily prepared to go to the capital to seek revenge. He was determined to find the betrayer and make sure that he couldn't eat anything!
Gentle scum attack vs cute and happy one, a brainless cookie~
Intention: If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will go to the mountain.
The young master is too funny, hahaha