Chapter Nine: You Want a Letter to Break Off the Engagement? Here It Is!

Mr. Jingjie awoke from his drunken stupor and asked the boy to light the lamp. He intended to read late into the night.

“Sir, someone has brought wedding invitations and calling cards today,” Dongli yawned as he spoke.

“They are all insufferable people of the mundane world. Even those who occasionally catch my eye do so only by feigning superiority, which is utterly dull,” Mr. Jingjie said lazily, unfurling a scroll with disdain.

No matter how Dongli tried to reason, he still placed a large stack of invitations and calling cards on the desk.

After adding coal to the brazier, Dongli went to prepare a late-night meal.

Having finished a volume, Mr. Jingjie casually picked up an invitation, his brows knitted with contempt, and carelessly tossed it into the fire.

He took another.

“Lu Zhang? Though he occasionally has brilliant ideas, it’s all just superficial...” he said, throwing it into the brazier as well.