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

"Alright, head back to your room and rest. We'll continue tomorrow."

HuMing said as he approached the bed, but strangely, the person hiding under the blanket was silent.

Wondering what had happened, he gently lifted the blanket, only to find a sight that left him speechless.

The young girl slept peacefully on the bed, her shallow breaths were all he could hear in the hush of the night. Soft moonlight streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow over her features.

Outside the villa was particularly serene, with everything lulled as though the world had fallen into a beautiful dream. The room was brimmed with tranquility, occasionally graced by a distant birdsong, sweetening the moment's peacefulness.

Kang Xin's long hair streamed on the pillow, moving gently with her breaths. Her face homed contentment and happiness, as if discovering treasure in her dreams, making her look utterly adorable.

HuMing was taken aback by the scene before him.

Although he knew Kang Xin was quite beautiful, she usually showcased a blank expression, akin to a doll. Even if he occasionally noticed fluctuations in her mood, her plain appearance made it hard to appreciate her beauty.

The bed had plenty of space, Kang Xin had only taken a bit more than half.

The clock on the desk ticked slowly. Exhaustion came to HuMing as he yawned, feeling quite tired.

With time way past midnight, he couldn't bother to move Kang Xin back to her room. It was better to share the bed.

After all, just sleeping wouldn't get anyone pregnant!

With that thought, HuMing turned off the lights, covered himself with the blanket, and dived into the deep stream of unconsciousness.

The night orchestrated the melodious chorus of the insects, charming the world with a summer symphony.

...

Kang Xin opened her eyes to a ray of sunlight filtering through the gap in the curtains. She had no idea how long she had been asleep and for a moment, her mind went blank.

When she woke up, no light would come through the window in her room, so this wasn't her room!

What's more, she could hear the sound of another person's breathing.

With a jerk, she turned her head only to see a familiar sleeping face beside her.

The person's eyes were tightly closed, breathing steady, looking completely relaxed.

Kang Xin's mouth fell slightly open, surprised to see who was lying beside her.

'Did I sleep with Young Master last night?'

As this thought crossed her mind, Kang Xin recalled the events from the previous night.

She had initially been hiding under the blanket, waiting for Han LiTian to leave, but she must have dozed off.

As for what happened afterward, she had no idea!

It seemed that Young Master hadn't woken her up last night and had instead ended up sleeping next to her.

Kang Xin silently lifted the blanket and saw she was still dressed in last night's clothes.

It didn't appear that Young Master had done anything inappropriate.

However, she had been so exhausted that she fell asleep, which was a negligence of duty on her part.

Noticing that it was getting late, Kang Xin got out of bed, but her brow furrowed as her eyes shifted to HuMing's arm.

Her hair was trapped under HuMing's arm...

She tried to move HuMing away, only for him to turn over and end up pressing down on her.

Kang Xin lay down beside HuMing, finding herself close to him. Her eyes wandered over the familiar face of the boy she had spent so much time with.

Her eyes blinked slightly as she took in the contours of his face in the dimly lit room.

For some reason, seeing Young Master asleep seemed different from how he appeared during the day.

He was undeniably handsome, and Kang Xin couldn't understand why the servants always said Young Master couldn't even compare to Han ShuYi.

It had been way past the number of fingers in her hands that she had heard: "Han ShuYi is much better looking than Young Master."

In her eyes, Young Master was far more good-looking than Han ShuYi.

Those people must have poor eyesight.

With that thought reinforcing her feelings, she continued to lie quietly by his side, gazing at the sleeping boy. Her eyes traced the delicate lashes on HuMing's face, her heart counting them over and over.

...

"Hey! HuMing, don't slack off! Get up and keep going!"

In an abandoned factory, a young man lay bruised and battered on the floor, breathing heavily.

He tried to lift his body but was so exhausted that he barely had the strength to respond. He had lost count of how many times he had been knocked down, but the woman in front of him showed no sign of fatigue.

HuMing had only seen her breath heavily after running, and the sight of her heaving chest had made him glance a second too long.

It was precisely because he had looked a second too long that HuMing nearly ended up poisoned by her specially prepared dinner!

HuMin propped her long legs, clad in red high heels, and casually pulled up a chair to sit. She looked at HuMing, who resembled a dead dog, with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on her red lips.

"Is this all you've got, handsome? You're not in good shape. How can you be a tough guy like this?"

HuMing forced himself to lift his eyes to meet the woman's gaze. Seeing the challenging look in her eyes, he gritted his teeth and forced himself back on his feet.

His body swayed unsteadily, looking as if he might collapse at any moment, but like a tumbler, he somehow managed to stay upright.

HuMin's smile widened, and she flicked her hand before walking towards HuMing.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're still able to stand. Looks like all that time in there wasn't for nothing."

She aimed a punch at his face, but compared to the speed HuMing had seen before, it was noticeably slower this time.

This time, HuMing saw HuMin's movements with perfect clarity. He raised his hands to guard his face and then suddenly thrust his body forward with all his strength.

He wasn't sure where exactly he had grabbed HuMin, but he pressed his entire body weight forward.

HuMin's face showed a hint of surprise, but she didn't continue her attack.

She was knocked down to the ground by HuMing, stirring up a bit of dust from their movements.

HuMing ended up collapsing against HuMin's chest, having no strength left to move.

HuMin gauged his condition by the faint tickling sensation from his breath against her chest, checking if he had passed out.

Surprised by HuMing's unexpected retaliation, she hadn't anticipated that the boy could make such a move even as he was on the brink of losing consciousness.

She chuckled softly and reached out to pat HuMing's head.

"Well, you did quite well. At least you managed to hold on for this long. You seem like someone with potential."

She pushed HuMing off her, and he fell limply to the ground like a ragdoll.

HuMin placed her hands on her hips, looking down at HuMing helplessly.

She muttered, "Little rascal, playing dead after assaulting my chest? Just you wait,  I'll make sure you get a nice serving of nutritious juice!"

With a click of her high heels, HuMin hoisted HuMing over her shoulder, resembling a mountain bandit carrying her spoils...