A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Zhao Ya imagined the reunion of grandfather and granddaughter to be warm and touching, and filled with tears of joy.

But now?

One was eating potato chips, the other was drinking tea, and in just a few words, they divided up the Wang family's assets.

This is completely different from what she imagined!

Zhao Ya couldn't help but speak up, her voice carrying a hint of dissatisfaction:

"Dad! What are you doing? You just recognized your grandson, and you're already talking about money? Can't you be a little more considerate?"

Zhao Xingguo glanced at her and chuckled:

"Little sister, what do you know? This is called keeping clear accounts even between brothers. Feelings are feelings, and interests are interests. Only by distinguishing between them can we avoid hurting feelings."

"My grandson is much more reliable than you. He knows what it means to be honest and reliable."

Zhao Ya stomped her foot in anger, but didn't say anything more.

Ji Zuodao was quite satisfied; the old man suited his taste.

Talking about feelings? That's too expensive.

This is good enough; the interests are clearly divided, and no one owes anyone anything.

He likes this way of trading.

Simple, efficient, and straightforward.

As the video call was about to end, Zhao Xingguo suddenly fell silent.

He looked at Ji Zuodao on the screen. The playful and angry expression on that old face gradually faded, replaced by a serious and profound look.

He spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, carrying a deep, resonant quality characteristic of an elderly person:

"Grandson... I have something to tell you."

Ji Zuodao nodded: "Grandpa, please speak."

Zhao Xingguo looked at him and said, word by word:

"Don't make my precious daughter sad. She loves you very much."

This sentence contains no fancy words or moving embellishments.

It's a very simple and unpretentious statement.

But when Zhao Xingguo said it, it carried a heavy weight.

Ji Zuodao was stunned for a moment.

He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Ya beside him.

Zhao Ya looked at him, her eyes filled with tenderness and concern, as well as a sense of cherishing something lost and then regained.

The look in his eyes was as if he were afraid that the moment he blinked, the person would disappear.

Ji Zuodao remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, he turned back, looked at Zhao Xingguo on the screen, and spoke.

His voice was very soft, with a gentleness he himself was unaware of:

"At least as a mother... I feel pretty good about her."

Zhao Xingguo was very satisfied with this answer.

"Alright. With you saying that, this old man can rest assured."

"Alright, alright, that's enough. This old man has to go arrange the manpower. Grandson, if you need anything, just call this old man anytime. This old man is available 24/7."

"Okay, Grandpa."

The video call ended.

The dormitory fell silent again.

Zhao Ya looked at Ji Zuodao, her eyes reddening again.

She stepped forward and hugged Ji Zuodao tightly, her voice choked with emotion: "Xiaodao... thank you..."

Ji Zuodao was so tightly embraced by her that he could hardly breathe.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and patted Zhao Ya on the back:

"Mom, don't thank me. You're my mom, and I'm your son. Isn't this just what I should do?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ya cried even harder.

Ji Zuodao leaned on her shoulder and sighed.

Oh well, she cried again.

Is this woman's tear duct different from others?

Why do you cry so easily?

He thought this to himself, but his patting motion didn't stop.

On the balcony, Dog Grandpa lay on the warm floor tile, squinting as he watched the mother and child embracing inside, a human-like smile playing on his lips.

It shook its head and silently sighed in its heart:

This kid says he doesn't care, but he actually does care quite a bit.

Stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside, who did she get this arrogant personality from?

Anyway, it definitely won't follow my lead; it might follow those three old devils.

……

Zhao Ya slept in Ji Zuodao's dormitory tonight.

Ji Zuodao gave her his bed so she could sleep with Qiqi.

She then hugged her blanket and squeezed onto the sofa with Doggy.

Late at night.

The dormitory was quiet, except for the occasional sound of stray cats calling in heat outside the window, which sounded like a baby crying and was rather eerie.

Ji Zuodao lay on the sofa with his eyes closed and his breathing steady, looking as if he were asleep.

But he didn't sleep.

He is waiting.

After waiting for about an hour and confirming that he could hear Zhao Ya's even breathing coming from the next room, he slowly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, Ji Zuodao's eyes shone with an astonishing light, like a cheetah lurking in the shadows, its pupils gleaming with a sinister light.

He first listened carefully to make sure Zhao Ya was asleep before quietly sitting up from the sofa.

Doggy's snoring stopped for a moment. He opened one eye to look at him, then closed it again, turned over, and continued sleeping.

Ji Zuodao put on his shoes, walked to the window, and opened it.

A night breeze blew in, causing the wisps of hair on his forehead to sway slightly.

He didn't turn around, but simply said softly, "I'm going out for a bit."

The dog didn't answer, but just swished its tail on the ground twice to indicate that it understood.

Ji Zuodao leaped into the air and disappeared into the night.

Ji Zuodao protects the food.

This has been going on since I was a kid.

When he was a child on Mount Ailao, the food that the goddess gave him, he never shared with others.

Even if Dogye came over to try and get a bite, he would protect him fiercely, like a little wolf cub guarding its food, baring his teeth and making threatening growling noises.

As he grew older, Himezadokoro acquired more and more possessions.

He protected the skills taught to him by his three masters, not allowing outsiders to learn them.

He would protect this old dog's life; if anyone dared to lay a finger on him, he would fight them to the death.

He protects that little girl Qiqi. Anyone who dares to bully her will be taught a lesson that is worse than death.

Although Your Majesty doesn't need his protection, he still keeps it in mind. He will make amends to anyone who dares to disrespect Your Majesty sooner or later.

Now, there's one more person.

Someone he never thought he would have, and dared not have, in his lifetime.

My biological mother.

This word is unfamiliar.

It was so unfamiliar that he felt somewhat at a loss.

He lived for nineteen years and always felt that he didn't need such a thing.

He has a master, a dog master, Qiqi, a empress, and a group of fox spirits who, though annoying, are reliable in crucial moments.

His world is already crowded enough; it doesn't need another person to squeeze in.

But Zhao Ya just forced her way in.

It carried a kind of warm, tender, and selfless love that he had never experienced before.

To be honest, he really enjoyed it.

Enjoy the feeling of being genuinely treated.

Enjoy the feeling of being held in someone's palm and carefully cherished.

Enjoy the confidence that no matter what he does or says, there will always be someone unconditionally supporting him.

The feeling was so good that he was a little scared.

They were afraid someone would come and steal it.

They were afraid someone would come and sabotage it.

He was afraid that someone would try to take this warmth away from him.

Therefore, when Zhao Ya, in that bewitched and hypnotized state, still grabbed him and said, "Don't kill Bing'er and Wang Gang," Ji Zuodao was indeed displeased.

Very upset.

The feeling was like he had just put a piece of meat in his mouth, and before he could even swallow it, someone tried to snatch it away from him.