Zhan Beijue and Jiang Nan Fang did not object.
In fact, they had been quietly observing their daughter recently, sensing her unhappiness and her attempts to feign happiness.
Parents understand and care for their children the most.
Other than not being able to suffer in her place, they wished they could give her their very hearts.
It was good for her to move out, to wake up when she pleased and stay in bed if she didn't want to.
To cry when she wanted to cry, to laugh when she wanted to laugh, to completely let go, it was also 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, nothing more.
After Zhan Jingchun finished speaking, Zhan Beijue immediately agreed.
He assigned her a nanny and a driver and let her leave right away.
Zhan Jingchun moved into a villa in the suburbs.
The villa was a terraced house, also developed by the Zhan family, and had a history of over a decade. Her neighbors were Aunt Jiao Jiao, Uncle Lu Ming Zhe, and Aunt Mai Le Di.
They usually lived in the city, but they would often arrange to visit during holidays.
At this hour, the villa was quiet, which suited Zhan Jingchun perfectly.
Her mind had been too chaotic lately; she truly, truly needed quiet, a chance to think without disturbance.
No sooner had Zhan Jingchun moved in than 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.
They were all exceptionally unruly and annoying.
She handed them over to Peng Fei, saying, "As long as you don't kill them, you can do whatever you want. Use half a month to toughen them up, 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 countless summer and winter camps since they were young; they had seen plenty of instructors.
They had never bowed to anyone. How could this bumpkin, who wasn't much older than them, manage seven of them? Wasn't this simply giving them entertainment?
Before Peng Fei could even discipline them, they had already devised plans to tease him.
This holiday wouldn't be boring; with this bumpkin around, it would probably be fun every day from now on!
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.
With only eight men left, they exchanged glances. Xiang Si Yuan, Chen Jiao Jiao's son, was the first to toss his schoolbag aside, pull out the phone he had hidden in his pant leg.
He swaggered over to the sofa, lay down, and skillfully opened his game.
Before coming, their mothers had instructed them to hand over their electronic devices, and everyone had their own strategies.
Some had hidden their phones in their waistbands, some on their backs, and some even in their sleeves.
In short, they all managed to produce their phones.
Following their leader's example, they sprawled haphazardly, filling the living room.
They even organized themselves into teams: "Come on, let's play together. Let's form a group and go at it."
They expected this reaction to infuriate Peng Fei, to make him yell and rave, but to no avail, just like all the instructors before him.
However, Peng Fei showed no reaction. Seeing that this was all they had, they settled down to play games. After standing for a few minutes, he went off 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 contained everything: wrenches, screwdrivers of various sizes, a small axe, a small saw, even screws and tape.
Peng Fei thought for a while, counted the rooms in the house, and then went upstairs.
The boys were happily chattering and laughing while playing games, having a great time.
After a round of the game, they realized Peng Fei was gone. The sounds of hammering and sawing came from upstairs. As they wondered what he was up to, Peng Fei walked down 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 you've come here to find more. What, are our doors broken, and you've come to fix them?"
The other children also burst into laughter.
"I always heard that some people have bad brains and get squeezed by doors. So this is what they mean. Why didn't you call us to help when your brain got squeezed by the door? I'll take a video of you and post it online; maybe it'll go viral."
"Hahahaha."
"Hahahaha."
Peng Fei completely ignored their mockery. He laid the door panels on the spacious living room floor, took out a small saw, measured them, and began sawing.
The boys didn't understand his madness, only that it was noisy.
"Annoying! Can't even play games in peace. Why are you sawing our doors? Go do it outside, it's too loud!"
Peng Fei was quite accommodating. He looked up at Xiang Si Yuan and, as if taking his words to heart, carried the door panels outside.
Chen Jiao Jiao gave them two hours of internet time each day. Amidst the pleasant atmosphere, the two hours were up.
The phones lost their internet connection, and even switching to mobile data yielded no signal. Everyone became displeased and jumped up to find Peng Fei.
Xiang Si Yuan stood on the steps: "Hey, why is there no internet? Did you do this? Where's the switch? Turn it on for me."
Peng Fei was just finishing sawing the last wooden strip, acting as if he couldn't hear him.
Seeing that Peng Fei ignored him, Xiang Si Yuan sauntered down.
"I'm talking to you, are you deaf? Turn on the internet for us."
"You're just a worker, don't give me that attitude. I don't like looking at it. As long as you listen to me and we get through these few days peacefully, my mom will pay you double what she promised."
With a snap, 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 reticent and quiet in front of girls, among boys, Peng Fei was known for his fierce and violent temper.
Of his dozen or so childhood friends, none could beat him, and none were not afraid of him.
He never spoke when he could resolve matters with force.
Therefore, as soon as Chen Jiao Jiao said he could do whatever he wanted 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, physically incapable. Forget seven, he wasn't afraid of seventy.
"The internet is controlled by your mother; I can't do anything about it. Go ask 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 hadn't expected this bumpkin, this mere worker, to be so arrogant.
How dare he speak to him with such an attitude?
Enraged, he stepped forward and stomped on Peng Fei's wooden strips.
"What did you say? This is the first time you're speaking to me, and you're using that tone? I'll give you a chance to say it again."
The other brothers, bored, leaned against the doorframe, waiting for their elder brother to resolve the issue.
Seeing that the conversation was about to turn into a fight, each one became more excited.
"Yeah, why are you talking to our big brother like that? You worker, don't you know manners?"
"Big Brother, beat him!"