Reborn as a Good Child

78. Feng Qun’s Followers

As TianYang anticipated, YiHan was both nervous and ecstatic at his win. He had done so much better than he usually did. In this race, he’d “barely won”. His breathing was slightly laboured. The red flush commonly associated with exercise filled his fair cheeks. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He was very happy, but TianYang stopped him from any more riding to avoid overexertion which would’ve made his muscles ache. TianYang helped him down his horse and over to the resting area. Their horses were then led over to some water by the staff.

TianYang handed some juice to YiHan, who then thanked him for it. Just as YiHan took a sip, someone nearby shouted, “Little Master Bai!”

The two looked up to be met with the sigh of a few men walking towards. The young men were the idyllic rich kind, dressed in punk clothing. Women hung off their arms in rather risqué clothing.

TianYang frowned.

It took YiHan a few good looks before he recognised who they were – the “friends” who were always rather close with Feng Qun. It was a group of second-generation rich kids. They were the classical entitled, lazy, rich brats. They excel in nothing but eating, drinking and playing. This gang used to be secretly led by Feng Qun. They would follow behind YiHan, and Feng Qun, and constantly call out, “Little Master, Little Master”. They were great at flattery and sucking up to people Many of YiHan’s “firsts” were led by them. He thought he’d made some friends. Never would he have imagined they merely thought of him as an idiotic ATM card on legs. A great tree was great for shade. They often committed a lot of nasty deeds “in his name”. Ever since he was introduced to them, his reputation had worsened drastically.

Then, the Bai family fell into hardship and all of them showed their true selves. They would frequently gang up in the cafe he was working in to make things hard for him. They’d request flirtatious, bawdy and erotic songs like the Eighteen Touches. They’d force him to do all sorts of humiliating things, as if they were retaliating all the “humiliation” they’d suffered when they bowed their head before him and acting like his errand boys. Did they forget? No one forced them to kowtow to him. They had caused the so-called “humiliation” onto themselves.

When YiHan saw the stud-covered men with those sly smiles, all warmth seeped out of him. He’s started over now. He felt guilty for how he’d treated his family, how he’d treated JingYuan. He wanted to give back and compensate for all the wrongs he’d done, but he owed nothing to these men! If they didn’t toe the line and just went on with their own lives, he’ll let things be. If they foolishly insisted on bothering him, he wouldn’t hold back.

And Feng Qun…His emotions were still unstable back when he’d just been reborn. Their first meeting since he came back was at the Yan family banquet. Like a useless coward, he was trapped by his fear. Then, somehow, he had a roll in the hay with JingYuan. Now, he had his sister’s marriage to handle. He didn’t have the time to do anything. Once XueQing’s business was done, it was time for YiHan and Feng Qun to settle his past life’s accounts.

He had once thought that he was done with his revenge for all those disgusting and filthy acts Feng Qun had done to him. YiHan had killed the other with his own hands. He’ll just stay far away from the other man in this life. But after he got together with JingYuan, every time he was reminded of what happened in his last life would make his throat close up. He would instinctively feel extremely uneasy and guilty when he had to face JingYuan. It happened so often that JingYuan frequently misunderstood it as YiHan being unwilling to date him. Every time YiHan saw JingYuan’s disappointed face, his heart ached hard. He would berate himself for his cowardice while feeling less and less at ease with life. As long as Feng Qun was living in the same planet as he was, he would always be afraid.

YiHan squinted his eyes at the group headed his way. These men can be considered Feng Qun’s followers. While he didn’t hate them, they were approaching him out of their own will. There’s no need to be polite with them, right?