107: Chapter 107: The Ox Chews the Peony 107: Chapter 107: The Ox Chews the Peony “`
Yang Yun felt as if struck by lightning.
Move out from his home?
What was originally a threat to Zhang Fan, had now been fully turned back onto himself.
At this moment, Yang Yun felt as if the sky had collapsed on him.
It was over, completely over.
Just thinking about Qin Shuang’s terrifying strength, he could only grit his teeth and nod.
What else could he do?
It was only now that Xu Yan remembered who Qin Shuang was; he suddenly recalled the phone call to the bank to inquire about the owner of the Black Gold Card, where he was told the cardholder was named Qin Shuang.
And now, here was Yang Yun referring to her as Director Qin.
That’s right, this must be one of Zhang Fan’s elders.
He didn’t understand—what kind of person could make Yang Yun so powerless?
Recalling the recent events, he decided to take a month’s leave.
Just one day encountering Zhang Fan, this little Demon King, was frequent enough.
If this continued into the future, how could he go on living?
“Get lost,” Qin Shuang coldly commanded.
Watching Yang Yun collapsed on the ground, Xu Yan quickly called someone to drag him away.
At the same time, he ruefully said to Zhang Fan, “This guy’s words are all nonsense; don’t take them seriously.”
Zhang Fan, of course, knew what Xu Yan meant.
He smiled and nodded, paying no more attention to Xu Yan.
As long as he wasn’t provoked, it was none of his business.
“Aunt Qin, how did you come to be here?” Zhang Fan was puzzled as to how his future mother-in-law suddenly found his home.
Was it really just to help him out of trouble?
Qin Shuang smiled beautifully, her mature charm immediately apparent.
She looked at Zhang Fan softly and said, “Isn’t it just that someone called earlier about the card matter?
I couldn’t rest easy, so I went to Flying Dragon Street.
Then, seeing the mess there, I came to see what exactly had happened here.
I didn’t expect to witness this scene.”
Zhang Fan felt deeply moved and chuckled before saying, “Please come in and have a seat, Aunt Qin.”
Qin Shuang nodded and walked into the yard.
“Yo, not bad at all, a siheyuan with a unique charm.
Recently, I and your Uncle Ye went to Capital City and set our sights on a siheyuan there, but its owner wouldn’t sell.
Alas, those siheyuans in Capital City can’t be bought with just money.
Anyone who can afford a siheyuan definitely isn’t short of cash,” Qin Shuang remarked with a sigh.
Zhang Fan smacked his lips; he couldn’t help thinking about his second uncle’s siheyuan in Capital City.
It was indeed daunting that not even money could buy it.
Zhang Fan swiftly brewed a cup of Da Hong Pao tea from his dad’s collection, said to have been given by a comrade when he left the army, seemingly picked straight from Wuyi Mountain—less than half a jin in a small packet, yet his dad had been drinking it for over a decade, with still more than half left.
Smelling the aroma of the tea, Qin Shuang’s eyes immediately lit up.
Authentic Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain?
And aged for over five years?
Wow, that’s truly something.
You see, good Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain can cost tens of thousands per gram, and it’s not something you can buy just because you have the money; it’s literally more golden than gold.
Holding the teacup, Qin Shuang took a delicate sip and instantly felt refreshed.
Her gaze rested on Zhang Fan, and seeing the small amount of tea leaves in the pot, she felt a twinge of pain.
So many tea leaves could be used to brew tea several times over; what a waste.
However, considering Zhang Fan’s respect for her, Qin Shuang’s face showed an increasingly intense smugness.
Qin Shuang took out her phone, quickly snapped a photo, and sent it to Ye Jingtian.
“Old Ye, guess what tea this is?”
Ye Jingtian, at the Ye Family home, perked up seeing the tea leaves floating in the teapot.
“Shuang, this wouldn’t happen to be Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain, would it?
I remember that the leaves aren’t usually this big,” Ye Jingtian said in surprise and doubt.
As for tea, it was an extreme indulgence for him; every year he would spend millions to buy a small packet of Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain, of which less than a few dozen grams would become the treasure of his entire year.
He smacked his lips looking at the tea leaves in the pot.
“Aged over five years,” Qin Shuang sent back, accompanied by a cute emoji.
“My god, what prodigal wastes tea leaves ,” Ye Jingtian complained fervently on the other end.
Aged tea, do you know what that means?
The older it is, the more fragrant it gets, just like fine wine.
Every three years, the price of Dahongpao doubles.
The higher you go, the more outrageous the price.
That tea tree on Wuyi Mountain only yields a few kilograms of tea leaves a year.
Big shots from all over the country are vying for it, and getting a few tens of grams is considered quite good.
Ordinary people can’t even dream of seeing the froth of the tea.
This is Dahongpao from Wuyi Mountain, after all.
“To hell with you, daring to talk about our little Fan like that.
I was thinking of inviting you over, but with that said, just watch me drink,” Qin Shuang teased and cursed with a laugh.
Ye Jingtian’s eyes immediately widened: “Little Fan?”
Qin Shuang, with an expression of utmost pride, was aware of Ye Jingtian’s preferences and promptly began to tempt him, “I can’t tell how many years old this tea is, but judging from the fragrance, I’d guess it’s about seven or eight years old.”
Ye Jingtian couldn’t sit still any longer.
Damn it, seven or eight years old.
Being able to drink such a pot of tea would allow him to go without Dahongpao for the rest of the year.
“Wife, be good, give me the address, I’ll come right over,” Ye Jingtian grabbed his phone and immediately ran out of the villa.
At the same time, Ye Jingtian immediately started a video call.
Qin Shuang hung up the video call, sent over an emoji sticking out her tongue: “Find it yourself, hmph, it was not easy for me to find little Fan’s place.
Wait until you get here to drink cold tea.
I’ll enjoy it first for a while.”
Ye Jingtian, frantic, shouted, “Uncle Fu, do you know where little Fan lives?”
Uncle Fu had never seen Ye Jingtian so anxious before, and he shook his head, “I suppose the young mistress and the second young mistress might know.”
“Hey, why didn’t you say so earlier?” Ye Jingtian slapped his forehead and quickly called Ye Yanran.
“Yanran, where does little Fan live?
Tell me quick!” Ye Jingtian urged.
Ye Yanran was incredibly puzzled.
Why would Dad go to Ye Fan’s house?
“I’ll come pick you up right away,” Ye Yanran said.
“No need, no need, just give me the address, right now, immediately!” Ye Jingtian couldn’t wait.
If he waited for Ye Yanran to pick him up, he might not even get to drink cold tea.
“Zhang Family Ridge, number 201,” Ye Yanran said slowly.
“Beep beep beep!” Listening to the sound of the call ending, Ye Yanran couldn’t help but feel even more puzzled.
She had never seen her dad in such a panic before.
Ye Jingtian drove his car at 120 miles per hour, speeding towards Zhang Fan’s house.
Qin Shuang lay in the lounge chair, holding a teacup, her playful look intoxicating Zhang Fan.
My God, the future mother-in-law can also have such a youthful appearance, which is nothing like her formidable demeanor from just before.
After ten minutes, Ye Jingtian burst through the door, sprinting over.
“Uncle Ye?” Zhang Fan’s eyes were about to pop out of his sockets.
Ye Jingtian had no mood to pay attention to Zhang Fan, hugged the teapot, poured himself a cup, and drank it down like water, all in one go.
The tea was warm, a full cup’s worth went straight into Ye Jingtian’s belly.
“Living high off the hog, look at yourself.”
Qin Shuang began to tease and curse with a laugh, her smile growing even more beautiful as she watched Ye Jingtian’s behavior.