[05-30] 【Calm and Still】

Chapter 1
The sky was a deep, clear blue. Large, ever-changing clouds, soft and cottony white, shone gently through the sunlight. A light breeze stirred my hair, dappling the shadows of the trees with small, swaying movements, their pleasant, light sounds drifting into my ears. The sunlight wasn't too harsh, warm against my skin; it didn't feel like early summer, giving me a comfortable feeling of being bathed in a spring afternoon breeze.
I stood there alone on the street, head down, hands clutching my clothes tightly to my chest. I'm sure passersby assumed I was unwell and taking a short rest, as several kind people had already come up to ask what was wrong. I just waved my hand to indicate I was fine.
I'm fine, I'm not lying to you. I was looking down because I was secretly laughing, and I was clutching my clothes because I was trying to suppress the almost boiling joy inside me. I was afraid that I might accidentally burst into a monstrous roar of laughter in the middle of the street, and people would think I was crazy. Although people are already giving me strange looks, it's still better than making a terrifying sound and scaring them.
I'm Cheng Yue'ang, and I just walked out of the university gates. Don't think that I was secretly laughing just because I escaped that dreary, crappy university. It's because someone like me, who graduated from a crappy university, actually found a high-paying job that would make even the King of Heaven envious in less than two hours after leaving school. How could I not be overjoyed?
And right now, I'm carrying my briefcase, ready to start my first day of work. But halfway there, I got excited again, which is why I acted like the person I described above. Please forgive me, please don't take it to heart.
As for my new job, it's to be a private tutor for some kid. Don't think it's a trivial job; the key isn't the nature of the work, but who this "kid" is. You see, I'm going to be Baili Jing's private tutor. Baili Jing? The sole heir of the Baili conglomerate! Even if it were just shining his shoes, I bet truckloads of people would apply, let alone becoming his teacher. It's like taking a giant leap towards that dreamlike, carefree life—maybe two or even three steps!
I'm so lucky; a wonderful life awaits me. I feel like I'm floating.
I'm sure I'm terrified. Can a house this big be built in the city center? I swallowed hard, then stared wide-eyed at the pristine white mansion before me. It would probably take at least 30 minutes to walk from the gate to the main house, not to mention exploring the ridiculously large garden inside. Tsk, it's not like it's an ancient imperial garden; why build it so big? I swallowed again, my hand trembling as I pressed the doorbell on the massive iron gate.
The door opened, and a rather young-looking man came out. He looked at me and then spoke.
"Who is this?"
"Uh, I was just hired as a private tutor the day before yesterday..."
"Oh, you must be Cheng Yue'ang. The butler has already informed you. Come in."
Before I could finish speaking, this guy started talking to himself. He must be a doorman. My goodness, doormen are always impeccably dressed in suits. The staff inside probably live a more luxurious life than the average wage earner.
"Um... this road is really long..."
It really was quite a distance from the gate to the main house. I followed behind this man, and the oppressive silence between us made me uncomfortable, so I tried to speak. He just turned his head to look at me, a strange expression on his face, and then turned back without saying a word. What's with the attitude? He's just a doorman, what's so great about him? Once I'm inside, my position is much higher. Just as I was thinking this, the man suddenly slowed down. I realized we had reached the main house entrance.
"...We're here..."
"Oh, thank you."
Finally, I could escape this unpleasant atmosphere. I rolled my eyes inwardly, breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go inside when I heard the man speak behind me.
"...Why come to a place like this...it will only bring you misfortune..."
I turned around to look at him. His expression was a mixture of confusion and pity, and I could even sense a hint of pain.
"What...do you mean..."
"...Nothing...good luck..."
After saying that, he left, probably heading back to the big iron gate. What did he mean by that? Misfortune? Good luck? Being able to work in a place like this is my happiness, my good fortune. What a weirdo. He's probably just jealous of me because he doesn't have any good jobs. I thought to myself with a touch of smug satisfaction, and then knocked on the mahogany main house door.
Pushing open the door, my happy life was about to begin, and I couldn't hide my excitement.
Chapter Two
"So...so...I'll be living in Baili Mansion while I'm a teacher?"
I was a little surprised by the words of the somewhat elderly, gentlemanly-looking butler. It didn't seem to be mentioned in the contract. The butler, as if reading my mind, smiled kindly.
"Although it's not written in the contract, it's always been something that teachers coming to Baili Mansion abide by. It's practically an unspoken agreement." "
...Oh, I see. No problem, no problem, I'll stay."
I couldn't be happier. I hadn't even looked for a place to live since moving out of the school, and I'd been staying with friends. How could I refuse such a luxurious house? I'm not stupid.
"So, Mr. Cheng, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"
"...Yes...yes. So, Butler Liu, when should I bring my luggage...?"
"That? You don't need to bring anything at all. Everything will be prepared for you here."
I wiped my sweat. Did he mean I didn't have to leave the house today and could just stay in Baili Mansion? Their preparations were truly flawless, truly worthy of the Baili Conglomerate.
"By the way, Mr. Cheng, the young master is already waiting for you in the study on the second floor. Please come over now."
"...Okay, okay...I'll be right there..."
I quickly got up and followed the young woman who was leading the way. No way, they won't even let me rest? I'm going to see my master so soon? I'm a little flustered. I immediately patted my chest and told myself, calm down, Cheng Yue'ang, it's just meeting a 9-year-old brat, what's there to be nervous about? But then another voice immediately said, he's the sole heir of the Baili Conglomerate, one of the most influential conglomerates in the country, with considerable influence in both economic and political circles. What if he doesn't like me? Then I'll lose my job!
Just as I was thinking about these things, I had already walked up the semi-spiral marble staircase covered with Australian wool carpet and arrived at the study door.
"Mr. Cheng, please."
The maid gave a slight bow and withdrew. She was so beautiful and well-mannered; I could look at her every day from now on, I thought to myself as I knocked on the door.
"Come in."
It was a very childish voice, almost cloyingly sweet. I instinctively turned the handle and pushed the door open. But as soon as I looked closely, I was startled by what I saw: a small, thin child sat at a large, exaggerated mahogany desk a short distance from the door. Note, sitting at the desk, not in an executive chair. Was this how he greeted his new teacher? He must be Baili Jing.
"Cheng Yue'ang?"
This brat dared to speak to an adult like me with such disdain. His personality must be problematic, I frowned. A troublesome child.
"...Yes...I am your new...new teacher..."
Good heavens, why is my tongue tied? He can't be that scary, can he?
"Hehe, 'you'? Your choice of words is so fake! You're clearly mocking me in your heart for being a greenhorn!"
He actually saw through my thoughts. I didn't argue, just stared at him speechlessly. It's better not to argue with him, lest I ruin my job. Baili Jing beckoned to me, was he asking me to come over? I moved closer to him. Why should I take orders from a brat? Annoying!
Getting closer, I realized he was a very handsome boy with delicate features. A pair of dark, deep-night eyes were set in his small face, with a straight nose and bright red lips. His almost translucent white skin looked like it could be broken with a touch, especially his waterfall-like long black hair, which gave him a unique charm. This...this...is my student?
Swallowing hard, I stared at him. He was really handsome. Could it be that he doesn't go to school because his striking appearance makes him a target for harassment? Speaking of which, haven't there been a lot of reports about child sexual abuse in the newspapers lately? Hmm, that's very likely. Thinking of this, I looked at him again and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. How pitiful! He was deprived of the rights granted by the state just because of his appearance. Is beauty a sin?
"The way you look at me makes me uncomfortable!"
Oh, what? What did this brat say? I was just unintentionally showing my concern, and he's saying he's uncomfortable?
"Do you think it's pitiful that I can't go to school?"
How did he see through my thoughts again? Does he have mind-reading abilities? I remained silent, listening to him continue.
"Don't be silly, what's the point of a place like school!"
"But, but it's a place to receive knowledge!"
I said, full of doubt. I really didn't know what this brat was thinking. Although I didn't like school either, it was a stage that everyone had to go through to grow up.
"Knowledge? You can receive it anywhere. Like now, I've invited you, so you can receive it at home."
"But then you're all alone. There are many friends your age at school!"
I suddenly felt that his thinking was problematic. Although I didn't really like studying either, I liked school because I could play with like-minded friends. Wasn't that fun? To my surprise, he said something that shocked me.
"Friends? You mean those silly idiots who're always fooling around? Who needs that?"
"How can you say that? Everyone needs friends."
"Are you saying I'm not human?"
He smiled slightly, a strange, captivating smile. I was speechless for a moment, unsure what to say, feeling somewhat bewitched by him.
"Hehe, it's because of places like schools, these godforsaken places, that a bunch of idiots with no ability whatsoever appear. Friends are trash, don't you think?"
"…………"
He glanced at me with those beautiful black eyes, continuing without any emotion.
"Oh, I forgot, you're an idiot who came from school too."
I was sure I was angry. What right did this brat have to criticize me? I could tolerate his previous distorted views about school—after all, I'm an adult, and his teacher, I had to be tolerant—but when those alluring red lips said I was an idiot too, I couldn't take it anymore.
*Slap*
—a crisp sound, the sound of a slap hitting a face. My slap, his face.
"I know you have power and influence, but a brat who doesn't even know what school is has no right to lecture me. I don't want to teach a brat with personality flaws like you!!"
I finally understood why he didn't go to school. All that talk about being too beautiful and attracting harassment was nonsense. It was clearly because his personality was awful. Maybe no school dared to accept him, so he had to hire a private tutor. That must be it! Thinking this, I angrily turned and walked towards the door. I'd rather starve than teach a brat like this.
"Hmm… ugh…"
Hearing a strange sound behind me, I hesitated. What was this brat up to? I secretly turned around. Baili Jing was hugging her knees tightly, her face buried deep in her arms, her long, smooth black hair falling over her shoulders, obscuring her beautiful face. Because of her curled-up body, her small frame contrasted sharply with the large desk. His slender shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and sobs continued to escape his lips. Was he crying?
"Hey..."
Although his personality was problematic, I couldn't help but feel guilty for making such a beautiful and adorable child cry. I went back and stood in front of him, gently stroking his little head. Hmm, his hair was so smooth.
"Why are you crying? If you're going to cry, don't say those hurtful things."
My tone softened unconsciously. He looked so different when he cried compared to his aggressive demeanor just now. He was much cuter this way.
"Waaah... I've always been in poor health... Grandpa wouldn't let me go to school because of my health... I really wanted to go to school... and make lots of good friends... but... but..."
Baili Jing choked out, then quietly raised half of her face, revealing her beautiful eyes looking at me. Her dark pupils were filled with glistening tears, and clear tear tracks were visible on her pink cheeks.
"My mother...she died when I was born, I don't even know what she looked like...My father is abroad all year round...I only see him a few times a year...Waaah...Grandpa, he won't let me leave this house..."
Hearing him continue, my heart ached. No wonder his personality was like this. Losing his mother's love at a young age and being confined to the house, anyone would be driven crazy. I gently stroked his hair, trying to calm him down.
"Don't cry, I was wrong just now, I shouldn't have hit you."
"...I don't blame you, teacher...I was wrong too..."
Baili Jing rubbed his slightly red eyes and said softly. Perhaps he wasn't an unpleasant child, just someone who had no one to discipline him.
"Teacher...I'm so lonely..."
"...I'll stay with you..."
"...Really?"
His voice was filled with doubt, a complete lack of trust.
"Really, I'm not lying to you, I'll always be with you."
"Teacher, you're so kind!!"
Baili Jing jumped into my arms, her pink face beaming with an adorable, happy smile. I must have been crazy to say such cheesy things, but with such a lovely child, even if I were crazy, it wouldn't matter.
Then, Baili Jing excitedly pulled me to tour the entire house. Baili's main house was a three-story white, retro-style villa, exuding a solemn and somber atmosphere. Inside, however, it was decorated in a postmodern, avant-garde style, creating a stark contrast between the interior and exterior. It was said that this design was entirely for Baili Jing, a child with a somewhat eccentric personality. The house had so many rooms that it could be used as a hotel. The rooms on the second floor were mostly Baili Jing's private storage rooms, study, and entertainment room, while the third floor had some luxurious guest rooms, most of which seemed to be empty. Only then did I truly understand the distance between the poor and the rich. What wealth truly meant, I finally witnessed it today.
"...This room is also a storage room?"
Baili Jing led me to the door of a room at the end of the first-floor corridor. What was this room used for? After seeing his many storage rooms, I guessed it was just one of the rooms where he kept odds and ends.
"Hehe, this is my favorite room. Let the teacher see it today."
His expression was vivid, showing no trace of his recent crying. He smiled and opened the door, gesturing for me to come in. I stepped inside without hesitation. Compared to the other rooms, this one was small, dark, and completely empty. I wondered, was this his favorite room?
"There's nothing in there."
"Teacher, go a little further in and see."
I cautiously moved my feet, and a stone staircase leading downwards appeared before me. I peered down, but it was pitch black, and I couldn't see the bottom. What was below ?
"There's a staircase going down, what's it for…?"
Before I could finish speaking, I felt someone behind me. I turned around, and there was Baili Jing. His slender arm reached out towards me, his index finger lightly tapping my chest. I lost my balance and leaned backward. I saw an ambiguous smile on his excessively beautiful face, a smile that seemed both mocking and wicked. Then, he gradually pulled away, and I couldn't see him anymore…

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