Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
She did not mention what it was about and neither did Uncle Zhang ask about it. He simply said smilingly that he would relay her message to Old Mr. Rong and Jiang Peihua. Luo Anning then ended the call.
As soon as Uncle Zhang put the phone down, it began ringing again. However, it was Rong Yan who called this time.
“Young Master Rong…” murmured Uncle Zhang who was immediately interrupted by Rong Yan before he could even finish speaking.
“Uncle Zhang, has Luo Anning returned to Grandpa’s mansion?”
“Young Madam hasn’t arrived yet but she just called to say that she would be speaking to Old Sir and Madam about something.”
After cursing in his head, Rong Yan said solemnly, “Uncle Zhang, I don’t care what measures you resort to but you can’t let Luo Anning enter the mansion! No matter what measures. Do you understand?”
“Well… that…” Uncle Zhang was put on the spot because it would be inappropriate for him to stop the Young Madam from entering and it would also be a little rude not to accede to the Young Master’s request.
“Uncle Zhang, you just have to do what I tell you to. Don’t let my Mother or Grandpa find out. Okay, that’s all!” Rong Yan hung up shortly after.
Uncle Zhang put the phone down awkwardly. Just as he was about to turn around to order the guards to prevent Luo Anning from entering, he ran into Old Mr. Rong who was walking towards him.
“Old Master, have you woken up from your nap?” Uncle Zhang asked.
Old Mr. Rong supported himself against the walking stick and took a seat on the couch while the servant served him some tea. “Who called?”
“Young Master Rong…”
“Oh? Why did that rascal call at this hour?” asked Old Mr. Rong whose interest had been piqued.
“… It’s nothing much, it’s just…”
“Grandpa.”
A clear and crisp female voice sounded in the air, and Uncle Zhang suddenly tensed up while an ominous feeling overwhelmed him. Luo Anning had already walked towards him.
Old Mr. Rong smiled upon sight of Luo Anning and waved at her in a bid to gesture for her to take a seat. “Lass Anning, Uncle Zhang said that the rascal called just now. Yet, you’re already here. What’s the matter with you guys today? Do you have something to say to me?”
Instead of answering him, Luo Anning asked calmly, “Grandpa, is Mother not at home?”
“Peihua went out for tea with a few friends. I reckon she’d only be home in the afternoon.” Glancing at her in bewilderment, Old Mr. Rong continued to probe, “Lass Anning, you haven’t answered me yet.”
Since she had to tell him sooner or later, she decided to just come clean. “Grandpa, I’m here to inform you that I’m going to divorce Rong Yan.”
Old Mr. Rong froze as soon as she finished speaking. He stared at her blankly, seemingly trying to find traces of the possibility of it being a joke.
In the end, all he saw was a solemn expression on her face.
“Could you tell me the reason for your decision?” Old Mr. Rong asked as he put down his teacup and rubbed his walking stick slowly. He then instructed the servants to excuse themselves.
This time, Luo Anning stopped addressing him as “Grandpa” and instead cut straight to the chase.
“I will be able to snatch the Anning Corporation back myself, although the process is going to be a little slower and lengthier.”
Old Mr. Rong asked, “Have you really made up your mind? Getting the Anning Corporation back is much harder than you imagine. It’s been more than a decade and Luo Zhiquan has already destroyed all the evidence. Do you really think he’ll leave any clues behind for you to hold against him?”
Luo Anning picked up her teacup and took a sip of it to moisten her throat before saying, “Secrets can’t be kept forever. You don’t have to worry about that, Old Mr. Rong.”