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

It was obvious that the two were surprised by the old man's reaction.

However, Gu WeiJun quickly regained his composure. He cleared his throat and spoke.

"HuMing, since Dad says you're part of the Gu family, we can't leave a Gu family descendant outside. But before that, I have a question—do you have any survival skills?"

The sudden shift in topic caught HuMing off guard.

Gu WeiJun seemed to realize that his words were a bit abrupt and explained further.

"Every Gu family descendant must undergo a week-long survival test in the wild. In that time, they must find the scroll we've hidden in that area."

This was the first time HuMing had heard of such a rule in a prestigious family.

Even among other families, this was an incredibly rare practice.

"This has been the Gu family's tradition for over a hundred years. Every member, myself included, and even my son, has gone through this trial without exception. The purpose is to determine whether the heir has a firm will."

‘This ancestor sure thought things through, setting up a trial just to train his descendants. But is there really no way to cheat?’

HuMing doubted that every Gu family member had passed the test fairly.

There had to be some tricks involved.

Meanwhile, Gu WeiJun was watching him closely. This nephew of his had been lost to the family for years, and he was curious about how HuMing would respond.

But even if HuMing lacked survival skills, it wouldn't matter—after all, the Gu family had people who could teach him.

He just wondered how ZhaoChuan would react to suddenly gaining a cousin.

HuMing was silent for a moment before answering.

"I can do it. I'll take the trial, but I have one condition."

"What condition?"

"I didn't come back alone. I brought two people with me. I know the Gu family has its rules, and bringing outsiders in like this is against them, but these two must stay with me."

HuMing's firm stance pleased Gu WeiJun.

In fact, he had already heard about HuMing's request from the old butler. If this had been a few years ago, he would have rejected it outright.

Back then, due to his father's poor health, the Gu family had gone through a power struggle. His uncles had tried to seize control and strip him of his authority.

If not for his own decisive methods—and his younger brother’s unwavering support—he wouldn’t be sitting in this position today.

During that conflict, his subordinates had betrayed him, leaking company information to those uncles, giving them the opportunity to act.

And behind it all, there were traces of other families at play.

Once things stabilized, Gu WeiJun wasted no time in purging every family involved.

Through this ruthless reckoning, the Gu family regained its influence in the capital and had slowly returned to its former glory.

Just as HuMing had guessed—if it had been before, Gu WeiJun wouldn’t have agreed.

But just now, he had observed HuMing’s demeanor. The boy remained composed, neither servile nor overbearing, showing no sign of deference just because he was the head of the Gu family. Moreover, considering his father’s high regard for HuMing, he found himself without a compelling reason to refuse.

So when HuMing took the initiative to bring up this question, Gu WeiJun did not reject him.

“I heard from the old butler—one is a driver raised by Second Uncle, and the other is the maid who has been serving you in the Han family. Do you trust them completely?”

“Yes. Or rather, in the future Gu family, they will be the ones I trust the most.”

HuMing made his stance clear, as if unafraid that such words might anger Gu WeiJun.

After all, he would be living in the Gu family soon. Saying something like this—wasn’t it essentially declaring his lack of trust in them?

Yet Gu WeiJun wasn’t angry. On the contrary, he felt that HuMing’s composure was beyond ordinary. From the very beginning, HuMing hadn’t been blinded by the prestige of the Gu family. At the same time, he seemed well aware of the challenges he might face there.

Keeping a layer of caution was always the right choice.

“Alright, since that’s the case, I’ll agree to your request. I’ll have the servants prepare a room for you. In two days, you’ll be sent to the isolated island. When the time comes, I hope you’ll pass the trial and officially become a member of the Gu family. Only then will I introduce you to the rest of the family.”

Their gazes met, yet neither could fully discern the other’s true thoughts.

HuMing only knew that as long as he passed the trial, he would be able to secure his place in the Gu family.

Was Gu WeiJun his father?

HuMing’s first impression of him wasn’t bad. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t shown any hostility toward him?

But what about the others?

HuMing kept this question to himself. Everything would have to wait until after the trial.

…

“You’re saying the Gu family requires you to pass a trial before officially recognizing you? I never expected them to have such a rule. But, Young Master, are you confident in passing it?”

Inside a cramped, temporary rental apartment, HuMing and Lan Jun sat at a small table, eating bowls of noodles.

Lan Jun was visibly shocked by the Gu family’s conditions.

At the same time, he was deeply concerned about HuMing’s safety during the trial.

HuMing slurped up a mouthful of noodles before taking a bite of the half-cooked fried egg. The golden yolk dripped into the broth, making it look even more appetizing.

“If everything goes as expected, it shouldn’t be a problem. The real concern is whether someone will try to interfere. Before I even set foot in the Gu family, that island trial is probably the best chance for them to take me out.”

“Do you need help?”

From the kitchen corner, Kang Xin poked her head out, wearing an apron.

Her gaze lingered on HuMing, carrying an undeniable hint of anticipation.

But HuMing simply waved his hand and replied, “The trial has to be completed alone. I have no connections in the Gu family—there’s not even a chance to cheat if I wanted to. But don’t worry, it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Seeing that there was nothing for her to do, Kang Xin pulled her head back into the kitchen.

She looked down at the fried egg in her pan. No matter how she stared at it, she found it displeasing. With a sharp press of her spatula, the once perfectly cooked egg burst, its yolk oozing out in a mess, leaving her thoroughly irritated.

Outside, the two men remained unaware of her frustration.

HuMing took out his phone and replied to Han YunXi: “Doing well. Just ate.”

Then, he sent another to Xia XiaoXi: “Been lacking exercise lately. Heading out for a workout.”

Finally, he sent one to Ye QiuXue: “Just had a bowl of amazing noodles. Might be better than yours.”

A moment later, Ye QiuXue sent back a ten-second-long voice message.

Would HuMing listen to it?

Of course not.