Although his meetings with Ren Tianqi were few and far between, their relationship was quite good. Perhaps this stemmed from them both being second sons within their families, sharing similar circumstances, and thus empathizing with each other’s plight.
Ren Tianqi walked up to Luo Jian, entirely ignoring the strange looks cast by onlookers around them, and sneered, "Actually, I ought to thank my elder brother! Had he not yet returned, I wouldn’t even have the qualifications to attend a gathering like this!"
Luo Jian remained silent. He too, like Ren Tianqi, had once wallowed in self-pity, resenting the inequities of life. Yet over time, he’d become somewhat numb to such feelings. Besides, over the years, he had long since learned to keep his grievances buried inside rather than uttering useless complaints.
Ren Tianqi’s pale face, however, was flushed with a surge of emotion. "Seventh Young Master, don’t I look utterly ridiculous right now?"
Luo Jian was silent for a moment before gently shaking his head. "Aren’t we all, in some way?"
"You and I are different! At least you have your own power base. But me? I’m like an unwanted rag doll, only picked up and used when needed!" Ren Tianqi said, his tone laced with agitation.
Luo Jian gently waved his hand. "Brother Tianqi, you’re being too emotional!"
Those few words were like a needle, piercing through the inflated bitterness swirling within Ren Tianqi.
In an instant, all of his resentment vanished, replaced by an air of genteel composure, as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. "Forgive me for making a scene in front of you, Seventh Young Master!"
His tone was sincere, his expression calm.
It was as though the earlier outburst had been nothing more than an illusion.
Such mastery in deception was enough to leave one speechless.
Yet Luo Jian merely nodded softly in acknowledgment.
The cutthroat rivalry among these scions of ghostly aristocracy stemmed entirely from their cultivation model, akin to raising venomous creatures in a jar.
Among each generation of legitimate heirs, only one could inherit everything.
The losers would be cast aside entirely, reduced to mere nobodies.
In this winner-takes-all, loser-falls-to-oblivion system, survival required a special skill set for those who managed to endure.
Take, for instance, this near-Oscar-worthy performance in deceit—it was an indispensable survival tactic.
As for those who were too honest and upright? They were either long dead or had become unwitting pawns in others’ schemes.
Ren Tianqi, of course, knew that his act couldn’t fool Luo Jian. In truth, he never intended to deceive Luo Jian in the first place.
His performance was merely for the benefit of others watching.
Just then, a burst of obsequious, saccharine laughter rang out from a distance.
Luo Jian lifted his head and saw that next to Luo Qifeng and the others now stood a finely dressed, exquisitely beautiful woman.
Standing beside him, Ren Tianqi let out a bitter laugh, his eyes filled with jealousy and unwillingness. "Seventh Young Master, I suppose you’ve never seen this woman before?"
Luo Jian shook his head.
"Heh, let me tell you, that woman’s situation is quite similar to ours. She’s also a discarded child of an elite family! She’s from the Tan Family. This time, my elder brother didn’t travel alone; the Tan Family’s eldest legitimate daughter, Tan Feiwen, accompanied him. Now that neither of them has returned, it’s this Tan Family concubine-born daughter, Tan Xiyao, who’s attending the gathering in their stead."
So, she’s from the Tan Family? Luo Jian stirred slightly at the thought.
Ren Tianqi continued in a cold tone, "This Tan Xiyao is no pushover. Normally, her elder sister Tan Feiwen keeps her firmly suppressed, leaving her without any opportunity to stand out. But now that she’s barely seized a chance, she’s clinging to it with desperation. Unfortunately, her attempts are far too blatant! And moreover..."
At this, Ren Tianqi paused, a look of derision flashing across his face. "She even foolishly dreams of latching onto the eldest son of the Wei Family, who is expected to arrive. If that’s not delusional, then what is?"
Calm as a flowing stream, Xue An brewed his tea, never once sparing a glance toward the commotion beyond.
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