There were different concepts on both sides.
Beyond the initial pretense of politeness, the rest was all about clashing views with each response.
Ding Xiulan stared at Lin Chunju.
"Actually, we have many methods, but we prefer not to make things unpleasant for everyone. It’s much better to keep things amiable."
Was this the prelude to breaking off relations?
Lin Chunju picked up her teacup, "We respect the child’s wishes. Some mistakes can be mended, but if repeated, they become irreparable."
Seeing Lin Chunju’s clear intent to dismiss them, the two could no longer stay.
Ding Xiulan helped Li Jiaguo as they walked out.
Lin Chunju didn’t forget to remind them, "Qingqing isn’t home lately, there’s no need for you to come over and waste your efforts."
Ding Xiulan glanced at Lin Chunju, whose face showed complete sincerity, and she nodded.
"Thank you for letting us know."
After speaking, she walked out with Li Jiaguo, making sure to close the door behind them.
Compared to the last visit with Zhuang Rouhui, which was full of explosive tension, Ding Xiulan and her husband were quite amicable.
But in Lin Chunju’s eyes, this couple was harder to deal with.
Since they saw that the Yue Family was a dead end, their methods to take Yue Qingqing back might be much harsher.
Fortunately, Yue Qingqing would soon be turning eighteen.
Once she was of age, she wouldn’t need a guardian anymore and could act on her own.
At that time, the Li Family would have to comply with Yue Qingqing’s wishes if they wanted to acknowledge her.
Thinking this, Lin Chunju stopped worrying and gently touched the trumpet flower on the table.
It was as if she was touching her granddaughter’s head.
After all, as long as Qingqing was happy, that was all that mattered.
Gong Qiming, hearing the door close, felt it was a pity.
"Such a large sum of money. Ah, I should go back and ask Shen Peipei. Maybe I’m also someone who was discarded, just waiting for a wealthy family to claim me."
Yue Qingqing couldn’t help but retort, "Why would they discard you? Is it because you talk too much?"
"Qingqing!" Gong Qiming clutched his heart in an exaggerated manner, completely over the top, failing his actor identity, "Even you despise your little senior brother? Ah, my heart is breaking."
Yue Qingqing feigned a sigh, "Senior brother, are you forcing me to tell the truth?"
Gong Qiming was about to melodramatically sigh while covering his face when the VIP room door opened, and Qiao Jing, who had finished several phone calls, walked in.
"What are you guys talking about?"
Gong Qiming immediately put on a serious face, about to speak, but was stopped by Qiao Jing.
"Forget I asked, I really don’t want to know..."
Gong Qiming smugly winked at Yue Qingqing, who rarely found small senior brother’s fear of others and his chatterbox skills quite useful.
Changing the subject was indeed an art.
When boarding the plane, Yue Qingqing was very nervous. In her past life, her Cultivation Base often fell due to Realm issues, and she could never manage Sword Control till her death.
She often had to hitch rides on her senior fellows’ flying devices.
Even cultivators couldn’t fly too high, generally just about three hundred feet off the ground, roughly one thousand meters.
It’s said that flying too high would leave even cultivators completely weakened, at risk of falling at any moment.
Of course, now that Yue Qingqing understood science, she knew...
The higher the altitude, the thinner the air and the colder the temperature. Even the most refined cultivator couldn’t withstand it.
After all, there are limits to the human body.
Yet airplanes could fly tens of thousands of meters high, leaving Yue Qingqing, on her first flight, almost too scared to move, feeling very unsafe.
Gong Qiming couldn’t resist teasing her a bit.
"Relax, you won’t fall. And even if you do, I’ll catch you."
Yue Qingqing muttered quietly, "Then we’d probably just die together."
Is this tolerable? Was he being underestimated?
What could he do—he forgave her like a father would.
He certainly couldn’t blow up the plane with Spiritual Energy to prove himself.
he really couldn’t catch her...