Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
With her legs feeling weak, Ji Anan walked into her neighborhood.
Her phone started ringing. It was a call from Beiming Yechen. She hung up, but he kept calling her relentlessly. How shameless of him!
“Beiming Yechen, I’m super busy right now!”
“My grandfather really misses you right now, and he wants to hear your voice. Won’t you say some pleasing words to him?”
Ji Anan opened her door. She wasn’t in the mood to talk. “I’m really busy right now. Can’t I talk to your grandfather later?”
Beiming Yechen glanced at Old Master Beiming, who had a sour and miserly expression on his face as he coughed with displeasure.
“How about this: you tell the old man a story, and I’ll leave you alone afterwards.”
“There was a mountain a long time ago, and there was a temple in the mountain, and in the temple, there was you, but no me.” As soon as she finished, Ji Anan abruptly hung up the phone.
With the phone still in his hand, Beiming Yechen hadn’t even had the time to react yet.
The old man burst out into a wild fit of laughter. “Hahahahaha…”
Steve opened the door, and in walked Beiming Shaoxi, who was taken aback by the old man’s crazy fit of laughter.
Old Master Beiming’s laughter instantly stopped, and he immediately went back to feigning illness. He collapsed on the bed. “My chest is tight, and it feels like I’m suffocating… Yechen… get Anan… That story… she just told… tell it to… Shaoxi as well…”
Despite looking like he was beyond a cure’s help, he still remembered the story…
“Bro, I’ve been eating like a cow, but Grandfather didn’t take a single bite of the food. The doctor says that if his hunger strike keeps on like this, even getting nutrition through a feeding tube won’t keep him alive for long.”
The old man played along by feigning a coughing fit. By the looks of it, he was on his deathbed.
Beiming Shaoxi’s face was drawn tight as some photos were sent to his phone. They were images of the bodyguards that Ji Anan had slapped.
“Jeez, what on earth is this?” Beiming Yechen grabbed his phone and started flipping through the pictures one by one.
Ji Anan had even dipped her fingers in dirt before she slapped them, so the slap marks on their faces would stand out more impressively.
“The little country bumpkin went out and beat some people up? Weren’t you guys dining at the Nepal Hotel?”
[Young Master, we’ve already conducted a thorough investigation. The ones that kidnapped Miss Ji were the Sen family’s bodyguards…] His subordinates were one step too late.
The message came only after Beiming Shaoxi had already resolved the problem!
If he had been one step later, perhaps Ji Anan would have been buried alive already.
The old man shot up from the bed, as if he had suddenly regained his strength. “Who kidnapped our beloved Anan?”
Beiming Shaoxi took off his coat and threw it on a chair, then sulkily sat down on a recliner.
The old man put on his reading glasses and asked gravely, “Was it the Sen family’s doing? Was it the older daughter or the younger daughter? Shaoxi, why don’t you go check on the matter? Why are you still sitting here when our Anan is being harassed?!”
The corners of Beiming Shaoxi’s lips curled up in a smirk. “Isn’t Grandfather particularly fond of the Sen family’s daughters?”
“From now on, they are no longer welcome as guests!” Thinking about Ji Anan being harassed worried him greatly, and he was fuming with rage.
“The majority agrees.” Beiming Yechen sent the photos to his own phone.
“What are you doing? You’re blocking Grandfather’s view.”
“I’m saving them as a souvenir.”
“Send them to Grandfather’s phone as well…”
After pausing for a bit, Old Master Beiming threw the remote control into the air in frustration. “When are you going to marry her and bring her to me? After I become ashes?”
“Tomorrow.” Beiming Shaoxi turned his face away with a mysterious smirk on his lips.
Even though he had just left, he was already recalling her scent. This was truly a strange sensation.
He wanted to tuck her away so nobody besides him could see her, but he also wanted to provide her a house as spacious as a palace so she had the freedom to do whatever wild things she desired.
Old age must have been making him a bore.