The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class

Chapter 212

When they arrived at the Marquis Manor, it was already dark. The three children went to bathe and change their clothes, emerging again as sparkling young nobles.

The Old Marchioness had already prepared dinner, waiting for them to join. The family ate and chatted happily, enjoying the warm atmosphere.

He Zheng, lacking tact, couldn't help but share a happy moment: "Before we entered the examination hall, there was a question we didn’t know how to answer. Qin Ye told us the answer. And guess what? It actually appeared on the exam!"

Everyone was immediately surprised.

The Old Marchioness laughed heartily: "Oh my, how fortunate! Meeting such a benefactor before the exam—this must mean you’ll pass!"

Zong Wenxiu also smiled and said, "If we pass, we really should thank Qin Ye."

"Of course," Baili Weihong agreed.

As everyone continued to praise Qin Ye, Zong Jincheng’s cheerful smile soon faded. He angrily placed a piece of meat into Zong Wenxiu’s bowl: "Brother, eat some meat."

"Oh, thank you," Zong Wenxiu replied, still smiling, as He Zheng vividly described how other scholars praised Qin Ye.

Qin Ye, Qin Ye, it was all about Qin Ye...

Zong Jincheng’s face darkened.

Whose family dinner was this anyway?

Hmph!

Xu Wan nudged him and asked, "So, did you write that answer?"

Zong Jincheng snorted and turned his face away: "None of your business."

Of course, he had written it. A young master like him wouldn’t throw a tantrum over something so important. But admitting that he had used Qin Ye’s answer? He’d rather die than say it.

Xu Wan was puzzled: "Huh? Why are you angry? Weren’t you fine just now?"

Zong Jincheng glared at her, suddenly standing up: "I’m full. I’m going to bed."

He was too angry to eat. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing his heart.

So annoying!!

The table fell silent. Zong Jincheng’s bowl was only half-empty, far from his usual appetite.

Xu Wan stood up as well: "I’ll go check on him. You all continue eating."

"Wan’er, Jincheng must be tired. Have the kitchen send the food to his courtyard. No need for him to come back," the Old Marchioness instructed.

"Huh? I said it’s the same. How is that biased?" Xu Wan couldn’t understand his logic.

Zong Jincheng seriously analyzed it for her: "You’re my mother, and I’m your son. You should treat me the best. But you treat me the same as them, which means you’re lowering the standard of how much you care for me. That’s bias, hmph."

Xu Wan: "..."

Honestly, with his convoluted reasoning, it almost made sense.

She coughed and said, "Nonsense. I still treat you the best. On the way back, I only wiped your face, only rode in the carriage with you, and now I’m only accompanying you."

No matter what, she couldn’t lose an argument.

Zong Jincheng looked up at her, staring so intently that Xu Wan felt uneasy: "Why are you staring at me like that? What are you looking at?"

Zong Jincheng asked, "Are you being nice to me because of the hundred thousand taels?"

He still remembered that Xu Wan had taken on the task of educating him because his grandparents had dangled a reward of a hundred thousand taels.

Apart from that money, what were her true feelings for him? Once she got the silver, would she abandon him?

Xu Wan countered, "What do you think?"

Zong Jincheng pouted: "I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you."

"Guess," Xu Wan teased him.

"I can’t guess," Zong Jincheng said, growing impatient. He grabbed her arm and urged, "Just tell me!"

Xu Wan chuckled and flicked his forehead: "Stop overthinking. Of course not. People develop feelings over time. You’ve been good to me, so I’m good to you. Even if we started with ulterior motives, it’s different now, isn’t it?"

She could sense that the little one was becoming increasingly dependent on her. He was starting to see her as his mother.

"Oh," Zong Jincheng replied, pretending to be calm, but his heart was filled with joy.

As he had guessed, she genuinely cared for him. It wasn’t because of their formal relationship or the money. It was real, heartfelt affection.

Zong Jincheng tried to suppress his smile, but it was hard. He pretended to be in a hurry to go to bed, walking ahead without looking back, afraid she’d notice his flushed face.

"Hey? Why are you running off again? Slow down," Xu Wan called after him.

Zong Jincheng waved without turning back: "Don’t follow me. I’m going to bed. I’ll accompany you to the banquet tomorrow. Goodnight!"

Xu Wan stood there, both amused and exasperated.

"That little rascal, his moods change so quickly," she said, then turned to Cui Zhi. "Go take the food to his room. Make sure he eats a bit more before sleeping, so he doesn’t wake up hungry in the night."

"Yes, ma’am."