Turns Out, I'm from a Real Aristocratic Family!

Chapter 114 - 114: Bankrupt? Not Even a Pants?

Chapter 114: Bankrupt? Not Even a Pants?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Oh? Then what’s the matter?” Fang Yuan inquired calmly as she continued to the kitchen.

“She just touched my clothes,” Bo Yi explained and promptly removed his suit jacket, tossing it into the trash can.

Cheng Yuqi remained rooted to the spot, as if she had just received a harsh rebuke. She was overwhelmed with embarrassment, especially when she realized that he had discarded the clothing she had touched.

“Yuanyuan…” Bo Yi took Fang Yuan’s hand. “Are you upset? I even lost my pants!” He then headed upstairs to call Cheng Xichen. “Which pair of pants in your closet haven’t you worn?”

“What’s going on?” Cheng Xichen sat up in his hotel bed, his handsome face filled with surprise. “Are you going broke? Don’t even have a pair of pants left?”

Bo Yi:”…”

“Plus, why are you at my house so early in the morning?” Cheng Xichen was the fifth son of the family and spent most of the year away from home. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly realized. “Don’t tell me you’re so destitute that you need my family to take you in? How about I wire you some money for help? You still need to maintain some dignity…”

Bo Yi asked, “Which pair of pants haven’t 1 worn?”

Resisting the urge to give his brother a piece of his mind, Bo Yi pushed open the closet door, revealing an array of clothes in various seasons, materials, styles, and occasions.

However, the colors were all quite flamboyant, trendy, and somewhat hip-hop-inspired – far from Bo Yi’s usual style.

Cheng Xichen continued to tease, “The ones on the left are all from designer brands. They’ve been cleaned before being stored in the closet. Tell me quickly, how did you go broke? You can’t hide such a major event from me, can you? There’s no trending topic…”

Before Cheng Xichen could finish his jest, Bo Yi hung up.

After changing into the pants, Bo Yi spotted Fang Yuan on the balcony, engaged in a phone call. Her slender back was quite appealing. She hung up after a brief conversation, and Bo Yi approached her. “Yuanyuan, I’ve changed.”

Fang Yuan turned to see that he had indeed swapped his pants. She wondered why he had a new pair of pants at her house.

“Yuanyuan…” Bo Yi wished to embrace her, but Fang Yuan restrained him, conscious of the servants present.

Bo Yi’s heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle. “I…”

“Yi, you’re here so early?” Just then, Cheng Ye descended the stairs with a cheerful smile.

“Good morning, Uncle.” Bo Yi looked anxiously at the girl in front of him, her demeanor seemingly aloof, as if she were upset.

Cheng Ye was in a good mood early in the morning. “Good morning, Yuanyuan, Yuqi. You’re both up. Let’s have breakfast. I’ll wait for your mother to join us…” “Of course.” Cheng Yuqi felt a bit uneasy. When she noticed that Fang Yuan was heading for the kitchen without complaint, she breathed a sigh of relief. She feared that if her parents discovered her holding onto the hem of Bo Yi’s shirt, they would assume she had ulterior motives.

At the dining table, Bo Yi ladled some porridge, cooled it with a gentle breath, and then offered it to Fang Yuan. “It’s not too hot. You can eat it.”

Fang Yuan didn’t take the spoon. Instead, she grabbed a cute sandwich and nibbled on it while pondering a morning conversation with Big Bai.

Bo Yi then picked up a glass of milk and presented it to her. “Would you like some milk?”

Fang Yuan didn’t respond. Bo Yi set aside the milk and picked up a different glass of soy milk, offering it to her.

“Are you finished?” Fang Yuan asked impatiently.

Bo Yi remained composed, placing the soy milk back on the table. “Would you like some spinach and wild mushroom soup, or perhaps pumpkin soup?”

Fang Yuan had been reflecting on Big Bai’s revelation that some of her brothers had been injured by members of Gang X. A trace of anger crept into her gaze.

Observing that she had finished her sandwich, he fetched another slice of toast for her.

“… Can you please eat your own meal?” Fang Yuan was feeling quite exasperated.

He appeared somewhat wounded. “What should I do to prevent myself from feeling upset?”

“I’m not angry.” As Fang Yuan finished her sentence, her phone vibrated unexpectedly. She checked the notification and rose to the side to take the call.

“Boss, Gang X’s people have sent a message. They’re giving us three days to abandon our territory, or they’ll obliterate us!”

“They’re certainly audacious.”

At the border, there existed a region known as the “Triangle Area” that resembled a triangle when viewed from above due to its location at the juncture of three countries. This area was notorious for being a haven for illicit activities.

Fang Yuan’s faction was one of the major powers that held sway in this region. Under her leadership, her faction had mostly maintained peaceful coexistence with the other groups. However, several days ago, Gang X’s leader had been killed under suspicious circumstances, and the newly appointed leader had been harassing and provoking them, compelling them to relinquish their territory.

Their territory included a medicinal mountain teeming with valuable Chinese herbs. Some of these herbs were personally cultivated by Fang Yuan and were considered invaluable.

Today, Gang X’s members had declared that they were no longer willing to wait and intended to seize the medicinal mountain without delay..