"Dear grandson?" Shangguan Wenxiu stared intensely at you, a face deeply buried in her memory gradually emerging before her eyes, overlapping with yours.
"No wonder, no wonder I felt this boy resembled Man Cang at first sight—it turns out he’s your grandson!"
Shangguan Wenxiu’s words still conveyed a hint of hatred, aware that the matter couldn’t be resolved amicably, she immediately said to Wu Qiyi, "Little Yun, come with me!"
"Grandma, this is my own affair, and I, of course, should make the decisions!"
"Hmph! You girl, still clueless even after falling for that scoundrel’s Ghost Art!"
"Old Lady!" you suddenly exclaimed, your eyes flashing with the slowly emerging Sen Luo Curse Mark, which began to rotate, "This is my last warning to you, stop acting high and mighty because you are old!"
Seeing the Sen Luo Curse Mark in your pupils, Shangguan Wenxiu retreated repeatedly until Xi Yu supported her. Only then did she exclaim with shock and difficulty, uttering three words, "Sen! Luo! Eyes!"
Shangguan Wenxiu stared fixedly at you, then her whole demeanor collapsed as she calmed herself and later said to your grandma, "You’ve won, I admit it, you truly have won."
Grandma smiled lightly, evidently lacking Shangguan Wenxiu’s competitive spirit, and said with a smile, "We’ve been like sisters for decades, and fighting the moment we meet today would only amuse the younger generation."
Shangguan Wenxiu looked at your murderously intent face, her lips curling into a slight smile, finally breaking into laughter, "This wild boy truly resembles him; true grandparent and grandchild, this dogged temperament has indeed been passed down."
Grandma patted your shoulder, laughing, "Let’s not leave today, it’s rare to meet an old friend here, you all go have fun first."
As she spoke, Grandma walked over to Shangguan Wenxiu, and together they entered the Mercedes-Benz van, which started and slowly drove away.
Once Grandma boarded the vehicle, you immediately sensed the atmosphere changing around you; the spectators who had gathered to watch the show suddenly looked puzzled, one of them even asking his friend: "Hey, what are we doing standing here?"
"I’m starving; let’s go have breakfast."
"Wow, look at those two beauties over there!"
"Are you asking for trouble? Didn’t you see how fierce those people looked? Besides, in this day and age, is beauty something you can afford to watch? Let’s go back and have our instant noodles."
Soon, everyone dispersed, leaving behind only your group of young people.
You shifted your gaze to Young Marshall, a trace of a smile on your lips, and said, "I’ve long heard of Young Marshall’s great reputation; having met you today, you truly do not live up to it, mediocre at best."
Saying so, you couldn’t bother to deal with these people any longer, turning to Xiao Feng and saying, "Madman, let’s go, let’s refund the plane tickets, full-fare tickets, that’s like half a month’s meal money for me."
"Fucking hell! You stingy bastard! Serves you right to eat instant noodles your whole life!"
As Xiao Feng passed by Young Marshall, he bumped his shoulder, "Oh, Sao Rui, I wasn’t watching where I was going."
Wu Qiyi, who had not even spared Young Marshall a glance from start to finish, said to Xi Yu, "You drive and follow; I’ll go explain things to Yun."
Xi Yu’s exquisitely beautiful face maintained that ever-charming smile from beginning to end.
After you all had left, a black Mercedes came to a slow stop next to Young Marshall and another person.
Young Marshall entered the car with a darkened face, not uttering a word.
"Young Master, you seem to be in a rather bad mood," a maid approached, attempting to console him, only to be fiercely slapped by the Young Marshall, who angrily yelled, "Bitch!"
Young Marshall repeatedly slapped her, quickly swelling her face!
"Master, calm down, please calm down."
Another maid in the passenger seat quickly turned around to intercede; they were twin sisters, each not wanting the other to be hurt.
"Bitches, all of them!"
Young Marshall violently tore the maid’s clothes as he bit hard into her snow-white shoulder.
The maid gritted her teeth in pain, trembling all over, yet not making a sound of sorrow.
The other maid, with her face swollen, shrank into a corner, silently shedding tears, her eyes full of grief and despair.
Master Liang, the Taoist Priest, quickly said to Young Marshall, "Young Master, don’t be angry; there are always other opportunities."
Only then did Young Marshall let go; his mouth all bloody, as if he had just tasted a delicacy, he licked all the blood away.
Young Marshall turned his head towards Master Liang, licking the last of the blood off his lips, his face filled with a sinister charm, "Master Liang, as long as you can make Wu Qiyi fall madly in love with me, I’ll raise the stakes. A hundred million is nothing, I’ll add another two hundred million, also..."
As he spoke, Young Marshall suddenly reached out, grabbed the hair of the two maids, and dragged them over, one on his left and one on his right, smiling at Master Liang, "Master Liang, what do you think of these two women?"
Due to Young Marshall’s force, as he bit into the maid sitting in the passenger seat, her shirt had been ripped open, revealing quite a bit of skin.
Master Liang’s gaze naturally drifted to the enticing view nestled within the maid’s ample cleavage, reflexively licking his tongue like Young Marshall and obsequiously saying, "Young Marshall’s taste is naturally excellent."
Young Marshall pushed the two maids forward, laughing, "If that’s the case, then these two women are yours tonight. Do whatever you want with them; even if you kill them, it doesn’t matter. I have plenty of such women! Hahaha..."
Master Liang wrapped his arms around the maid with a tear-stained face, full of despair. Although he was itching to strip her down and engage in lustful acts immediately, he still maintained an outward demeanor of decorum, quietly leaning towards Young Marshall and whispering, "Young Master, I have a plan..."
Xiao Feng drove onto the ring-road highway, and you and Wu Qiyi sat in the back of the car, silent the entire way.
It wasn’t that there was nothing to say, but rather, neither of you knew what to say or where to start.
On one hand, you were amazed by your grandma’s strength, and on the other, you began to speculate about her identity.
Grandma wasn’t wrong; she had indeed watched you grow up from a naked baby. But all this time, in your eyes, she was just a kind grandma, like any other, humming lullabies and coaxing her grandchild to sleep.
Yet, what you had just witnessed was Shangguan Wenxiu’s immediate reaction upon seeing Wu Qiyi’s grandma — it was as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight; such a shocked expression was absolutely impossible to fake.
If it had been anyone else, you might not have thought much of it, as in your eyes, your grandma was no ordinary person; but Wu Qiyi’s grandma was different. She was the Pavilion Master of Luanfeng Pavilion, and merely her angry stomping could shake the city for days!