Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

That evening in the courtyard, after a long separation, they spent a tender night together.

At the same time, in Guizhou Province.

Ye Yunshu's phone kept buzzing with notifications.

It was the interception program that Chen Mo wrote himself that triggered the alarm.

Whenever information, photos, or videos involving him appear online, the program automatically identifies and deletes them, then pushes the content to her phone.

She clicked to take a look.

At Beijing Airport, two big stars were arm in arm with him, one on each side.

In the photo, her son Mo is sandwiched in the middle, but he's still as handsome as ever.

Ye Yunshu's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile.

She knew both Wang Yuxuan and Lin Jing; they posed no threat to her position.

Mo Ge has many women, but she never cares.

She only needs to do her job well.

She glanced at the constantly changing interception logs, casually placed her phone face down on the table, hesitated for a moment, and then picked it up again.

Mo Ge is in Beijing, while she is in Guizhou Province, more than 2,000 kilometers apart, so she can't take care of her.

The Ye family's roots are in the capital, and the eldest uncle is the head of the Ye family.

When Mo Ge arrived in the capital, the Ye family took care of his hospitality and service.

Even if she didn't say anything, her uncle would find out through other channels, but it was her duty to say it.

She dialed Ye Changguo's number and briefly explained the situation.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone before Ye Changguo's voice came through, unhurried and calm.

"Understood. Yunshu, you've thought this through very well."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Changguo sat in his study, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

After pondering for a while and coming up with a plan, the old man finally rested.

The next morning, Chen Mo woke up to find the two women still fast asleep.

We hadn't seen each other for months, and we made a ruckus until the wee hours last night. Now none of us can get up.

He got up and sat down alone in the yard.

The courtyard was quiet in the early morning. The leaves of the pomegranate tree were covered with dew, and the two red lanterns under the eaves had not yet been taken down.

Leaning back in a recliner, brewing a pot of tea, lighting a cigarette, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

Around 9 a.m., a black sedan drove into the alley and pulled over.

The secretary and driver remained in the car, while only an elderly man got out, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked into the alley.

It is Ye Changguo.

The courtyard gate was not closed.

He walked straight in and immediately spotted Chen Mo on the recliner.

"Mr. Chen."

Ye Changguo smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Why didn't you let me know you were coming to the capital? I could have arranged for someone to pick you up."

Chen Mo didn't get up, but instead poured a cup of tea and pushed it across to the person opposite him.

"Old Ye, you're so busy with work, how could I dare trouble such an important person as you with such a trivial matter?"

Ye Changguo accepted the tea with both hands, sat down opposite him, and said with a smile.

"Mr. Chen, you're being too polite. Your matter, however small, is of great importance."

After saying that, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The weight is all in the words.

He was Ye Yunshu's uncle, and in terms of age and status, he was an elder. However, his respect had nothing to do with status or seniority, but only with the person in front of him.

Chen Mo smiled.

This old man can talk.

"You rushed over so early this morning, have you had breakfast yet?"

"have eaten."

Ye Changguo put down his teacup.

"Yunshu called last night to say you had arrived. I originally wanted to visit you that very night, but I was afraid of disturbing your rest, so I refrained from doing so for the night."

Chen Mo was very serious.

"It's a good thing you held back. If you had come last night, I wouldn't have been able to entertain you here."

Ye Changguo was taken aback, then laughed and picked up his tea, pretending not to understand.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Asking questions shows a lack of understanding;

Laughter is the limit of being sensible.

After two rounds of tea, Ye Changguo put down his cup and sat up straighter.

"I've come here for two reasons: first, to visit Mr. Chen, and second, on behalf of the Ye family, to express my gratitude."

He spoke slowly, word by word.

"I know everything about Jingge. I never expected that the Jiang family would be colluding with foreign powers to try to harm Jingge. If it weren't for Mr. Chen, he would probably be in grave danger."

Chen Mo didn't reply, but took a sip of his tea.

Ye Changguo continued.

"I also want to thank Mr. Chen for giving the Ye family the opportunity to cultivate. At my age, I used to have backaches and sore waists after a day of meetings, but now I can sit from morning till night without feeling tired at all."

"Several family members have also started cultivating. What Mr. Chen gave us was something that had been passed down through generations of the Ye family. The Ye family will never forget this kindness."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and bowed to Chen Mo.

Without flowery words, at his age and in his position, money and power are all external things; the only things that truly belong to him are his own body and his own life.

The cultivation technique that Chen Mo gave them was equivalent to continuing the foundation of the Ye family for the rest of their lives.

Chen Mo waved his hand and leaned back in the recliner.

"We're family, no need for formalities. Your Ye family has served me diligently; when have I, Chen Mo, ever wronged my own people?"

They spoke casually, as if chatting about everyday things.

But Ye Changguo felt a sense of relief.

The phrase "one of our own" is more valuable than any promise.

He knew better than anyone else how far the Ye family could go in the future, and whether he could get through that hurdle next year, all depended on the person in front of him.

"I'm relieved to hear that, Mr. Chen."

"The Ye family may not have many other skills, but they are generally reliable. Mr. Chen, please feel free to contact me if you need anything while you are in Beijing."

Chen Mo smiled and then asked.

"That incident at the border last time caused quite a stir, did it lead to any trouble?"

"It's not exactly troublesome."

Ye Changguo waved his hand.

"They really gave us a sense of satisfaction; everyone online is cheering. The Indians only dare to make empty threats."

"It is the United States that is making a fuss about this, uniting with the international community to exert pressure, and instigating several small neighboring countries to cause trouble. Today they hold an exercise, tomorrow they stage a provocation."

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has argued about it several times, and the United Nations has held two meetings. It's all just talk, Mr. Chen, so you don't need to worry about it."

"Small neighboring countries?"

Chen Mo squinted and flicked off his cigarette ash.

"I've had my eye on those clowns for a long time. I'll teach them a lesson when I have the chance."

Ye Changguo held his teacup, smiled without saying a word, and lowered his head to sip his tea.

He couldn't accept that.

Accepting the order reflects the nation's stance.

Not accepting the call constitutes a private visit.

But he made a mental note of it, thinking he would have to get the relevant departments to make some preparations later.

When Mr. Chen says he's going to teach someone a lesson, he really means it; it could kill someone.

After drinking the second infusion of tea, Ye Changguo got up to say goodbye.

As he reached the courtyard gate, he paused and turned around.

"There's one more thing I need to remind Mr. Chen of."

He considered his words carefully and lowered his voice.

"The Jiang family probably won't let this go easily. The higher-ups already know you provided the cultivation materials and pills. That guy in the Jiang family has big ambitions and wants to control you..."

"But Mr. Chen, rest assured, as long as I'm here, the Jiang family won't dare to do anything to you openly. But secretly, they might try something against you."

Chen Mo flicked his cigarette ash and gave a smirk.

"The Jiang family? I was worried they wouldn't come."

Ye Changguo gave him a deep look.

If someone else said that, it would be called arrogance.

Hearing this from his mouth, he inexplicably felt that it was the Jiang family who should be worried.