After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

Thanks to the 100 million yuan donated by Zhu Yan, Lin Shen had no trouble entering and leaving the school. After receiving Zhu Yan's message, he immediately rushed to the cubicle on the sixth floor.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open, and the sudden sunlight made Wen Chen turn his head slightly. He raised his mud-covered hands to shield his eyes from the light and slowly opened them:

A group of bodyguards in black suits stood in front of him.

"Who are you?" Wen Chen's body jolted suddenly. He pulled his legs back, twisted his body, and retreated little by little.

"With such little courage, how did you even catch the young master's eye?" Lin Shen took in Wen Chen's actions, making no attempt to hide the disdain in his eyes.

Little Lord?

Wen Chen looked at Lin Shen and the others warily, puzzled.

"Take them away." Lin Shen waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards behind him to make the move.

"Don't come any closer!" Wen Chen was on the verge of collapse. Where did this young master come from? Didn't Zhu Yan say that someone would come to pick him up?

Where are they? Are they really that unreliable?!

Then all my kneeling was for nothing!

Wen Chen was now somewhat despondent, but he was powerless to struggle. His whole body had been tortured to the point of exhaustion, and he was being carried away at the mercy of others.

"Don't look like you're half-dead. Now that you've become the young master's dog, no one but the young master dares to touch you." Lin Shen really looked down on Wen Chen. "You really are lucky."

At this point, Wen Chen roughly understood that the young master the person in front of him was referring to was Zhu Yan.

This made him even more curious about Zhu Yan's identity.

From the slums that Wen Lin mentioned at the beginning, to the president's brother, and now to the young master.

So it turns out... he was destined to be inferior to Zhu Yan.

"Where are you taking me?" Wen Chen asked, puzzled, as a group of bodyguards lifted him into the car.

"Young Master is a germaphobe. You're so dirty, how dare you stay by his side?" Lin Shen replied impatiently.

Wen Chen didn't say anything more, resignedly closed his eyes, and curled up alone in the car.

His life will be completely changed from this point on.

-

In the afternoon, in the duplex apartment next to Shangjing Middle School, the servants were all doing their jobs.

As the sun sets, its rays turn orange and fall on Wen Chen through the apartment's floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wen Chen, now cleaned up and dressed in new clothes, was standing next to the leather sofa, looking around restlessly.

Suddenly, a noise came from the entrance hall.

Zhu Yan returned after class.

Lin Shen helped Zhu Yan change her shoes. Zhu Yan walked towards the sofa in the living room, loosened her school uniform tie with her right hand, casually tossed it on the table, and then lay down on the sofa, seemingly unaware of Wen Chen.

Wen Chen stood not far from Zhu Yan, silently watching him walk step by step to the sofa and sit down, where he was now lying on the sofa playing on his phone.

Lin Shen poured a glass of water and handed it to Zhu Yan. "Young Master, the person has been received as you instructed."

Zhu Yan took the water and drank a sip.

Who is it?

Zhu Yan was stunned for a moment.

Then they saw Wen Chen kneeling not far away.

Oh, I almost forgot, I got a new dog today.

"Come here." Zhu Yan raised her right hand, which was resting on the sofa, and beckoned to him.

Wen Chen lifted her foot and walked towards him.

"Tsk, did I tell you to come over?" Zhu Yan was somewhat displeased with his actions.

Wen Chen stopped and didn't move, but he knew that Zhu Yan wanted him to crawl over.

While in the cubicle, his survival instinct made him forget his shame.

But now, overcome by shame, he hesitated.

"Do you want me to say it again?" Zhu Yan's patience was running out, and seeing that he still wouldn't move, she reminded him.

Wen Chen stared at Zhu Yan, slowly bent his knees, knelt on the floor, supported himself with his hands, and crawled towards Zhu Yan step by step.

Zhu Yan rested his chin on his hand, watching as the person who had once been arrogant towards him abandoned all dignity and slowly crawled toward him like a dog.

He stopped when he reached Zhu Yan's feet, and before Zhu Yan could say anything, he took it upon himself to lift his body.

"Did I tell you to get up?"

Wen Chen: ...

His gaze towards Zhu Yan showed no respect whatsoever, but rather only resentment.

"Zhu Yan, don't go too far." Wen Chen still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart and glared at Zhu Yan.

He had barely finished speaking when he received a slap across the face.

Zhu Yan raised her hand and slapped him herself, saying, "Is this how you act like a dog?"

Zhu Yan smiled, placed her index finger on Wen Chen's chin, and forced him to look up at her.

"If I gave you one more chance, what would you say?"

Wen Chen's left cheek quickly turned red, stained with the blood from the wound, making him look somewhat pitiful.

But so what? Zhu Yan won't soften his heart.

Moreover, he now clearly understands that he really is just a dog kept by Zhu Yan.

"Master...Master." Overcoming the shame in his heart, Wen Chen still managed to call out.

But there was no sign of submission in his eyes; his reddened eyes conveyed his resentment.

Zhu Yan forbade Shen Yan from calling him "master" because he considered him a friend. As for Wen Chen, if you're going to be a dog, you have to be prepared to be one.

"As expected of a stray dog, quite fierce." Zhu Yan let go, turning Wen Chen's face aside.

"I don't like the way you look at me, take your eyes off me."

Zhu Yan was very dissatisfied with the resistance in Wen Chen's eyes. It seemed that he had not been completely tamed yet.

Wen Chen knelt at Zhu Yan's feet, but his kneeling posture was not standard. He kept his head down so that Zhu Yan could not see his eyes.

Since it can't be taken back, it can only be hidden away.

"Go pour me a cup of tea." Zhu Yan kicked Wen Chen with the foot that was crossed over her left leg.

Wen Chen didn't resist and learned his lesson. He crawled to the tea table, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea.

The tea-pouring motion was quite standard, but perhaps because of his injury, his hands were trembling slightly, and he didn't hold it steady, causing some tea to spill out.

Then, to maintain his balance, he held the teacup with both hands and slowly moved to Zhu Yan's side without saying a word.

Lin Shen couldn't stand it anymore; he couldn't understand how Zhu Yan could tolerate him.

"None of your movements are correct." Lin Shen couldn't bear to watch Wen Chen's series of substandard movements any longer. "Young Master, may I demonstrate for him?"

Zhu Yan sank back into the soft sofa and gave Lin Shen an approving look.

To demonstrate better, Lin Shen even crawled forward on his knees to the tea table, poured himself a cup of tea, held it straight, and made sure his knees were steady with each step, without spilling a drop of tea.

Are you kidding? Lin Shen has been specially trained; otherwise, how could he serve Zhu Yan so personally?

"Young Master, please have some tea."

Lin Shen lowered his head, raised the cup above his head, and presented it to Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan took the cup, took a sip, and then put the cup back into Lin Shen's hand.

He hadn't really intended to drink it.

Ke Lin Shen knelt beside Wen Chen, turned his head, and gave him a provocative smile.

Wen Chen: ...

What's so great about it?

Zhu Yan ignored the exchange of glances between the two. "You should teach him how to kneel properly first." Zhu Yan glanced at Wen Chen's crooked kneeling posture with disdain. "He kneels so awkwardly."

He then got up and walked upstairs to his bedroom.

After the banquet ended, Lin Shen stood up. "Come on, let me teach you some manners, so you won't offend the young master in the future."

As Wen Chen watched Zhu Yan's departing figure, he finally understood that he had truly become a dog kept by Zhu Yan.

A stray dog ​​that could be discarded at any time.