Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches

Hu Ming's playful tone caused Han YunXi to blush.

Before, she did not believe that she had committed any wrongdoing. However, when HuMing explicitly pointed this out, she could not refuse it.

Seeing this, HuMing waved his hand casually and said.

"I understand what you're thinking. Who in the right mind would want to deal with someone like me? If there's nothing else, you guys can continue. I need to rest."

Without waiting for Han YunXi's response, HuMing closed the door.

Han YunXi stood there with her mouth slightly agape, growing increasingly uneasy.

Indeed, although HuMing was ignorant and had a bad reputation at school, she had never regarded him as her brother in school before. She had been biased between the two.

No wonder HuMing would say such things.

She looked at the tightly shut door, turned, and left, feeling low-spirited.

Meanwhile, inside HuMing's room:

HuMing carefully listened to the fading footsteps outside, a smile gradually spreading across his face.

He had deliberately said those words to Han YunXi.

In the future, Han YunXi will never believe anything HuMing says. No matter how he explained it, she had already fixed her mind on his character.

To her, HuMing would always be a lazy and deceitful person.

And all of this was the stereotypical image of him HuMing had left in her mind.

Now that HuMing is slowly breaking down that image, it would be highly convenient for his future actions.

"Today was another breezy day!"

Just as HuMing was about to take off his clothes to bathe, another knock interrupted him.

He adjusted his expression and calmly opened the door.

"I told you..."

But the words got stuck in his throat. HuMing gazed at the person before him and froze for a moment.

It was that maid!

She held a bowl of egg noodles in her hands, her hair covering her eyes, making HuMing unable to meet her gaze.

"Young Master, I brought egg noodles for you."

"My mom shouldn't know I'm back, right?"

"I noticed and cooked them on my own. If not to your preference, I can throw them out now."

She spoke in a calm, utterly businesslike tone.

If she was trying to seduce him, she should have at least shown her face. If not, why is she so loyal to him? Han ShuYi was the real Young Master here, and everyone was already fawning over him.

Seeing HuMing's lack of response, the maid said lightly,

"I'll go throw it out," then turned to leave.

Her actions were so decisive!

But Hu Ming reached out and grabbed her shoulder, stopping her.

At the same time, he could feel the girl's delicate body, resembling a willow branch that the wind could carry away.

Since when was there such a maid in the Han family?

She was utterly unrelated to the plot, making HuMing slightly puzzled.

"Never mind, bring it in. I just so have not yet eaten."

"Young Master, you should have your meals properly."

She seemed very concerned for him, but HuMing was unaware of their relationship.

The girls appeared to be quite skilled; the aroma of the noodles drifted into HuMing's nostrils with the air.

HuMing sat down and began to eat his dinner.

"Young Master, are you injured?"

"Injured? No."

"But there are bloodstains on your clothes."

HuMing turned his head to see the maid holding his coat. There was indeed a trace of blood in one corner, which was barely noticeable.

The eyes behind the glasses stared directly at him, seemingly checking if he was being truthful.

But HuMing calmly shook his head and returned to eating his noodles.

"It's not mine. Someone tried to teach me a lesson but couldn't pull it off."

"Okay."

The maid didn't ask further. She silently put away Hu Ming's clothes.

But HuMing found it increasingly absurd. Even Han YunXi hadn't noticed anything unusual about him, but a maid did. It was evident that his status in the family's eyes had dropped rapidly.

But he wasn't overly concerned. He could survive even if driven out of the Han family with his skills.

But upon leaving, he would present these individuals with a grand gift.

As HuMing calculated in his mind, he didn't notice the maid's actions behind him.

She clung tightly to HuMing's clothes, her eyes unusually serene under the black frames of her glasses.

As if she were examining HuMing.

Quickly finishing the noodles on the table, HuMing handed the remaining bowl and chopsticks to the maid.

"I'm done. There's no need to trouble yourself like this next time. If others see how you treat me, they might talk behind you. Besides, you don't want to be ostracised, do you?"

HuMing was being considerate of this maid.

Even in places such as schools, people formed cliques and attempted to gain favor with others. This was especially true in a large family like this one, where power struggles were even more prevalent.

Even from just a tiny mistake, she might be fired.

Upon receiving Hu Ming's advice, the maid remained motionless.

She just stood before HuMing, her tone flat, and said.

"My life was saved by you, Young Master. Regardless of your identity, I always will be your maid."

Hu Ming was shocked by the unexpected response, staring blankly at the maid before him.

Had the former HuMing actually saved this maid?

Then why wasn't it mentioned in the original plot at all? Was it because she was just a cannon fodder? Or was it because she holds no relevance to the original plot?

With no clue, HuMing didn't dare to conclude easily.

He waved his hand, indicating that she could leave.

[But what's her name?]

HuMing wondered.

...

Another day passed peacefully.

As the sun just began to rise, HuMing's eyes abruptly opened.

The villa was still enveloped in silence.

Last night, he heard Madam Han asking the maids if he was in his room.

Since several maids had noticed that he had indeed returned, they responded to her.

Madam Han must have noticed his situation, or she wouldn't have come and asked in the middle of the night.

But she didn't choose to disturb him, giving him space.

HuMing opened the curtains, got freshened, changed clothes, and put on shoes before going outside.

The hallway was deserted, and the steady echo of his footsteps filled the space.

But before he was able to go far, he stopped.

Standing before him was a person in white, resembling an older person engaged in Tai Chi.

But when he saw HuMing, his brows furrowed as if he couldn't understand why HuMing was here at this time.

"Dad."

Calling out, the person finally reacted.

"HuMing, why didn't you say a word when you returned last night?"

"I didn't want to disturb the reunion."

HuMing's tone was somewhat polite, which made Han LiTian's face sink.

"Did you think we would treat you differently after Han ShuYi's return?"

"It was just too sudden for me to accept the fact."

A slight smile was on HuMing's face, starkly different from the mischievous him before.

Han Li Tian's body suddenly stiffened as he had a sudden realization.

They had indeed not considered HuMing's feelings.