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"If I beat Murong Lan, our son can take the surname Chu, okay?" Chu Yang proposed with a grin.

Xiao Yuening scoffed, "You wish!"

Chu Yang, unwilling to give up, said, "He's still the eldest son, so give him some face. As for the children you have later, they can have whatever surname they want."

Xiao Yuening spat, "Pah! Shameless! This was all an accident, and you still want me to give birth to another one for you? Dream on!"

Seeing that the other party wasn't falling for the trick, Chu Yang sighed in frustration.

"We need to think of more ways to solve this in the future, otherwise my parents won't be able to rest in peace."

Just as they were about to arrive at Xiao Zhantian's house, Xiao Yuening received a call from Xiao Zhantian.

"Ningning, are you with Xiaoyang?"

"Yes, didn't you ask me to find him?"

"Hmm... Chu Song from the Chu family is here today. You should have Xiao Yang avoid the area for now, to avoid causing trouble."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Yuening turned his head to look at Chu Yang.

"You can drive my car back."

Chu Yang's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong.

When Chu Song arrives in the East Sea, Peng Ye will surely pass on a message to him.

He took out his phone, quickly found Peng Ye's number and dialed it, only to find that the phone was switched off.

It seems Peng Ye is in grave danger.

After rubbing his temples and pondering for a moment, his eyes sharpened.

"This guy's coming for me, what's the point of hiding?"

As he was speaking, he was about to open the door and get out of the car, but Xiao Yuening grabbed him.

"No! You can't die."

Xiao Yuening's tone was firm and left no room for argument.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Chu Yang actually saw a hint of tension in Xiao Yuening's eyes.

"Are you... concerned about me?"

"Don't flatter yourself! I just don't want my son to be without a father before he's born. Besides, he's definitely upset that you got into trouble because of your attendance at his birthday banquet."

Xiao Yuening changed his usual style and gave two explanations at once.

Chu Yang said solemnly, "Uncle Peng was my father's confidant back then. If something happens to him, I will not stand idly by."

Xiao Yuening had already guessed Peng Ye's stance, so he wasn't surprised.

"Promise me you won't kill me today. And you'll listen to me today!"

Chu Yang scoffed, "You expect me to take your orders?"

Xiao Yuening smiled confidently. "Chu Yang, do you think we're on the same level?"

Chu Yang's lips twitched. "What's wrong? Trying to say we're from different worlds again? Are you a centaur?"

Xiao Yuening sneered, took out a box of abortion pills from his pocket, and shook it.

Chu Yang swallowed hard.

"No, I was just joking with you. How could someone as cultured as me possibly have murderous thoughts so easily? Don't worry, it's the old man's birthday today, there won't be any bloodshed."

Xiao Yuening gave a disdainful "humph," "So you've finally come to this? Weren't you the one who always made me angry?"

As she spoke, she took out a Peking Opera male lead mask that covered half of his face from the glove box and handed it over along with a set of red sportswear.

"Change your clothes and put on a mask."

Chu Yang: "..."

"No, you should just take the abortion pill."

Without saying a word, Xiao Yuening tore open the packaging of the abortion pills.

"No, no...please stop! Why are you actually doing this?"

After helping Chu Yang put on his mask, Xiao Yuening had a smug look on his face.

She enjoyed the feeling of having Chu Yang under her thumb.

"I will have someone investigate Peng Ye's situation."

Chu Yang gave a thumbs up, "The God of War is mighty!"

He suddenly realized that having a "mother of his child" wasn't so bad after all, as it saved him a lot of worry.

Following Xiao Yuening, Chu Yang entered the heavily guarded gate without any hindrance.

Upon entering the courtyard, many people came forward to greet Xiao Yuening.

To Chu Yang's surprise, Xiao Zhantian actually hosted a Western-style buffet birthday banquet.

"Your grandfather really has no taboos, there's so much white at the birthday banquet."

Xiao Yuening scoffed disdainfully, "Grandpa has always done things his own way. Otherwise..."

She rolled her eyes. "How could I possibly push my granddaughter into a fire pit by sheer stupidity? In a little while, unless Grandpa calls you, just stay out of the way. Just pretend you don't know him."

Chu Yang pointed to his nose. "So what am I here for?"

Xiao Yuening scoffed. "I usually have attendants with me, but right now it's just you. What do you say?"

Chu Yang: "..."

He suddenly had a feeling that he had been tricked.

"Okay, I'll let it slide. But don't go too far."

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Lan, dressed in a burgundy evening gown, waved and greeted him from a distance.

"Ningning, why are you so late?"

She was accompanied by two exceptionally handsome young men.

Xiao Yuening lowered his voice and said, "The one in the white suit is Qin Yan. His father is the head of the military inspection department of the war zone. The one in the black suit is Jiang Yun. The Jiang family is one of the four major families in Donghai and is very wealthy."

Chu Yang said "Oh," and added, "That sounds pretty awesome."

Xiao Yuening rolled her eyes at him. "I'm telling you all this so you'll keep a low profile and don't cause trouble!"

Murong Lan had already arrived, followed by two handsome young men.

Just as Chu Yang was about to speak, Xiao Yuening blocked his way.

Jiang Yun and Qin Yan both greeted Xiao Yuening.

Xiao Yuening nodded politely with a calm expression. "I'm sorry, something came up."

Murong Lan glanced behind her, her brows furrowing slightly. "This person..."

She took a step forward, squinting as she stared at Chu Yang.

"Is that your attendant? Where's Xiaoman?"

Xiao Yuening casually said, "Xiao Man had something to do, so I could only find someone from the guard company to temporarily fill in."

Murong Lan casually handed over the champagne glass, "Hey you, go get us some more champagne."

Seeing that Chu Yang did not take the cup, Murong Lan looked very surprised.

"Are you made of wood? Do you even know your place?"

Jiang Yun, a devoted follower of Murong Lan, was very dissatisfied with the situation.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what Miss Murong said?"

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Yan stepped forward and slapped him across the face.

Chu Yang was speechless. These people, who thought too highly of themselves, really did start cursing and hitting without hesitation.

Just as he was about to beat Qin Yan, who was at the Transformation Realm, into a pig's head, Xiao Yuening raised his hand and grabbed the wrist that was striking him.

"Qin Yan, are you trying to cause trouble at my grandfather's birthday banquet?"

Qin Yan quickly explained, "Ningning, how could I possibly do that?"

He pointed at Chu Yang, "This guy just rubbed his hand against your arm. I'm teaching this filthy bastard a lesson for you."

Xiao Yuening's face was full of anger. "These are my men! They need to be disciplined, and Young Master Qin doesn't need to do it."

The scene became awkward at one point.

Murong Lan quickly tried to smooth things over, "Alright! We're all good friends. Don't hold it against me. Young Master Qin, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner. Give me some face, and don't hold a grudge about what happened earlier."

After saying that, she glared at the "out of line" Chu Yang, "It's all because of you! Aren't you going to get everyone the drinks?"

For a moment, Xiao Yuening was also very embarrassed.

In fact, these things should indeed be done as instructed. If she showed too much favoritism, Murong Lan would definitely become suspicious.

If left unchecked, Chu Yang might do something drastic.

"She can't even manage her own followers. It's a tragedy for the East China Sea to entrust so many troops to her."

Just as Xiao Yuening was having a headache, a cold voice came from the side, full of sarcasm.