Zhan Bei Jue and Jiang Nan Fang did not object.
In fact, they had been quietly observing their daughter recently, sensing her unhappiness and her pretense of happiness.
Parents are the ones who understand and care for their children the most.
Aside from being unable to suffer for her, they wished they could give her their very hearts.
It was good for her to move out. She could wake up when she wanted and lie in bed if she didn't.
She could cry when she wanted to cry, laugh when she wanted to laugh, and completely let loose. It was a form of catharsis.
They didn't expect their daughter to achieve great things; they only wished for her to be at ease and happy, and nothing more.
As soon as Zhan Jing Chun finished speaking, Zhan Bei Jue readily agreed.
He assigned her a nanny and a driver and let her leave immediately.
Zhan Jing Chun moved into a villa in the suburbs.
The villa was a townhouse, developed by the Zhan family, and had a history of over ten years. Her neighbors were Aunt Jiao Jiao, Uncle Lu Ming Zhe, and Aunt Mai Le Di.
They usually lived in the city but often arranged to visit during festivals.
At this hour, the villa was quiet, which was exactly what Zhan Jing Chun wanted.
Her mind had been too chaotic lately; she truly, truly needed quiet to think properly without any disturbances.
As soon as Zhan Jing Chun moved in, Chen Jiao Jiao arrived next door with a large group of children and Peng Fei.
They were children of clients, all boys, ranging in age from ten to eighteen, a total of seven.
Each one of them was mischievous and annoying.
She handed them over to Peng Fei, saying, "As long as you don't kill them, you can discipline them as you see fit. Make them grow up in half a month, and finish their homework, or Peng Fei won't get a single cent."
The children were quite disdainful of this "winter camp" arranged by their mother.
They had experienced all sorts of summer and winter camps since they were young. Hadn't they seen instructors before?
They had never bowed down to anyone. How could this country bumpkin, who was not much older than them, manage seven of them? Wasn't this just pure entertainment for them?
Before Peng Fei could even start, they had already devised strategies to prank him.
This holiday would not be boring. With this country bumpkin accompanying them, they figured every day from now on would be a lot of fun!
Chen Jiao Jiao dropped them off, gave instructions to Peng Fei, and then left.
Someone would deliver supplies at a fixed time each day, so they didn't need to go out shopping. The main gate was locked.
Only eight men remained, looking at each other. Xiang Si Yuan, Chen Jiao Jiao's son, was the first to drop his schoolbag, take out the phone he had hidden in his trouser leg, and swagger over to the sofa.
He casually opened a game.
Before coming, their mothers had asked them to hand over their electronic devices, but everyone had their own methods.
Some hid their phones in their waistbands, some on their backs, and some even in their sleeves.
In any case, they all took out their phones in various ways.
Following their eldest brother's lead, they sprawled all over the living room.
They even arranged to team up: "Come on, let's play together. Let's form a squad."
They thought this reaction would enrage Peng Fei, making him fly into a rage, but ultimately unable to do anything about them, just like every instructor before him.
However, Peng Fei showed no reaction. Seeing that this was all they had, he lay down to play his game. After standing for a few minutes, he went to explore the villa on his own.
He thoroughly examined every room upstairs and downstairs, inside and out, then went to the storage room to find a first-aid kit and a toolbox for handicrafts.
The toolbox had everything: wrenches, screwdrivers of various sizes, small axes, small saws, even screws and tape, all complete.
Peng Fei thought for a moment, counted the rooms in the villa, and then went upstairs.
The boys were chattering and laughing loudly while playing games, as happy as could be.
After a round of games, they realized Peng Fei was gone. They heard banging sounds from upstairs and wondered what mischief he was up to. Then, Peng Fei came downstairs carrying two door panels.
Seeing him acting like a carpenter, Xiang Si Yuan was the first to mock him.
"Are you crazy? You haven't had enough work at home, and now you've come here looking for more. What is it, our family's door is broken, and you've come to fix it for us?"
The other children also burst into laughter.
"I've always heard that people with bad brains get squeezed by doors. So that's what they're like. Why didn't you call us to help you when your brain was first squeezed by the door? I'll film it and post it online, maybe it'll go viral."
"Hahaha."
"Hahaha."
Peng Fei ignored their mockery, laid the door panels on the spacious living room floor, took out a small saw, measured, and began to saw the door.
They didn't know what madness he was up to, but they found the noise annoying.
"Are you annoying? We can't even play games peacefully. Why are you sawing our door? Go saw outside if you have to, it's so noisy!"
Peng Fei was quite accommodating. He glanced up at Xiang Si Yuan and, indeed, carried the door panels outside.
Chen Jiao Jiao gave them two hours of internet time each day. In a pleasant atmosphere, the two hours passed.
The phones suddenly lost their internet connection. Even switching to mobile data yielded no signal. Everyone became dissatisfied and jumped up to find Peng Fei.
Xiang Si Yuan stood on the steps: "Hey, why is there no internet? Did you do it? Where's the switch? Turn it on for me."
Peng Fei was busy sawing the last wooden strip in his hand, as if he couldn't hear him.
After Xiang Si Yuan finished speaking and saw that Peng Fei ignored him, he casually walked down.
"I'm talking to you, are you deaf? Turn on the internet for us."
"You're just a hired hand, don't give me that attitude. I don't like it. If you just listen to me, we'll get through these few days peacefully, and I'll give you double the wages my mom promised."
With a "crack," Peng Fei kicked the last wooden strip, breaking it.
He straightened up, stretched his wrists, and slowly looked at Xiang Si Yuan.
Although he was awkward and taciturn in front of girls, Peng Fei was known for his ferocity and temper among men since childhood.
None of the dozen or so childhood friends he grew up with could beat him, and none of them were not afraid of him.
If something could be resolved by force, he never used words.
Therefore, as soon as Chen Jiao Jiao said he could discipline them as he saw fit as long as he didn't kill them, he had already devised a plan to deal with them.
They were just a bunch of weak second-generation rich kids who couldn't even lift a chicken. Let alone seven, he wouldn't be afraid of seventy.
"Your mom controls the internet, not me. I can't decide. Go find her if you want to play games."
After saying that, he went to pick up the wooden strips he had painstakingly sawed.
Xiang Si Yuan did not expect this country bumpkin, this hired hand, to have such an arrogant temper.
He dared to speak to him in such a tone.
Enraged, he stepped forward and stomped on Peng Fei's wooden strips.
"What are you saying? This is the first time you're speaking to me, and you're using this tone? I'll give you another chance to say it again."
The younger brothers, bored, leaned against the doorframe, waiting for their eldest brother to resolve the issue.
Seeing that they were about to fight, each one became more excited than the last.
"Exactly, why are you talking to our big brother like that? You hired hand, don't you know manners?"
"Big brother, beat him!"