Qin Sijue spoke lightly, "This is my house, who do I need to put on a show for?"
Qin Guozhong paused, at a loss for words.
"Anyway, I’m here to tell you that, unless I give permission, don’t bring Gu Qiangwei to the old mansion."
"Don’t worry, I’m not keen on bringing her either!"
"You!" Faced with his beloved grandson, Qin Guozhong felt angry, furious, yet helpless!
"Don’t forget, you are a descendant of the Qin Family! The only bloodline of your parents!"
Qin Sijue seemed to know what he was implying, "Don’t worry, one day my son will make a remarkable appearance."
Seeing his confident tone, Qin Guozhong thought him too naive and couldn’t help sneering scornfully!
A woman without the Demon’s Blood, how could she possibly bear the Qin Family’s flesh and blood!
"Also, don’t forget what you promised me!"
Meeting his sharp gaze, Qin Sijue, of course, knew he was referring to Nangong Feifei’s worthless life.
If he touched her, Grandpa would surely act against Qiangwei.
He didn’t reply but countered, "Are you done?"
Confronted with his overbearing attitude, Qin Guozhong was so angry he was puffing up, "What kind of attitude is this!? I am your grandfather!"
Qin Sijue, uninterested in dealing with him, stood up from the sofa and walked toward the study door.
Qin Guozhong was so angry his stomach ached.
How had he managed to raise such a disrespectful grandson!?
Just as he reached the door, Qin Sijue suddenly stopped, turned his head, and glanced at his grandfather on the sofa, whose stomach ached from anger, "Demon’s Blood, it seems it’s no longer that rare."
After speaking, his thin lips slightly lifted, and he stepped out of the study.
Qin Guozhong was taken aback, looked up, and saw that his grandson had already left.
What did he mean by that?
Downstairs, Gu Qiangwei and the old Mrs. Qin seemed to get on very well; when Qin Sijue came down the stairs, Gu Qiangwei’s face was blooming like a flower.
"So, Qin Sijue outright refused to admit he was the one who wet the bed?"
"Exactly, he claimed he had accidentally spilled the water from his glass onto the bedsheet while drinking, hahaha..." Remembering her grandson’s childhood antics, the old lady laughed heartily!
Already at the bottom of the staircase, Qin Sijue’s face turned dark as a pot bottom, his mouth twitching.
Gu Qiangwei couldn’t help but laugh; just as she turned her head, she saw Qin Sijue’s gloomy face, and the laughter on her face instantly halted, but the more she tried to suppress it, the more she wanted to laugh.
The old lady looked at her beloved grandson, blinking her big eyes, and felt nothing improper despite his dark face.
Childhood stories are, of course, to be shared with the granddaughter-in-law!
"Oh right, there was also this one time when Sijue was three years old and first saw a cockroach, he was so scared—"
Seeing the old Mrs. Qin about to spill all his childhood stories, Qin Sijue couldn’t help but shout to stop her.
The old Mrs. Qin was taken aback by his shouting, hastily patted her chest, then glared at her grandson with displeasure, "You little rascal, are you trying to scare your grandma to death? Don’t you know I have a bad heart!?"
"You’d better talk less and drink more tea!"
Qin Sijue walked over and placed a cup of tea that Mr. Qin had brought earlier right in front of her.
"You little scamp..."
Looking at her beloved grandson, the old lady muttered under her breath, yet couldn’t bring herself to scold him.
"When are you and Grandpa leaving?" Sitting on the single-seat sofa across from her, Qin Sijue looked at the old lady as if he couldn’t wait for them to leave.