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The Qian family held a birthday banquet, which was low-key yet lively.

When Qian Chonglan was young, she almost broke through to S-class. Although she had regrets, she was ruthless during her tenure, judging tens of thousands of pollutants. She once single-handedly stormed into the enemy camp and blew up the nest of two A-class pollutants. Even now, it is still a classic case in books.

Meng Jingting and Zhong Xun arrived on time.

The two men, one dressed in a black suit and the other in a white suit, came side by side.

The garden, where people were talking in hushed tones, suddenly fell silent.

Meng Jing needs no introduction; his serious demeanor is as serene as a mountain. His face has never stepped down from its throne as "school heartthrob" and "number one Alpha" since his student days. The interesting one is Zhong Xun.

Few of his peers had ever met Zhong Xun, but many of the elders present had attended that wedding and had a sharper eye for people. They recognized the face that had been completely forgotten beneath his noble and elegant demeanor.

On the second-floor terrace of the main building, Meng Guangzheng, who was originally having tea and chatting with Qian Chonglan, saw this scene and cracks appeared on his usually calm face.

He implicitly acknowledged that Meng Jingting would not bring Zhong Xun to this occasion.

As for Zhong Xun… Meng Guangzheng narrowed his eyes.

Qian Chonglan snapped out of her reverie, took a leisurely sip of tea, and said with a smile, "Jingting is outstanding in every way, but he's just as stubborn as his father."

Speaking of which, this trait might be hereditary, Qian Zhonglan thought. When Meng Guangzheng was having a blast with people of his social class, he only had his first wife. After his first wife died young, he devoted all his energy to raising his two children. He would look for the shadow of his longing in the children's faces and endure several pheromone outbursts.

At this moment, Meng Guangzheng revealed a somewhat pitiful expression, "This child..."

"Old Qian, please forgive the younger generation if they embarrass themselves today," Meng Guangzheng said again.

This sentence is clearly directed at Zhong Xun.

Meng Guangzheng was a prominent figure throughout his life, but he was defeated several times by Zhong Xun. Despite agreeing to behave properly beforehand, he would go crazy whenever he saw Qi Tian, ​​causing a huge disturbance, no matter the occasion.

Unfortunately, Qi Heye and his family came today.

Meng Guangzheng couldn't say anything about the Qian family's social interactions.

"Oh, don't worry, it's just a small stunt." Qian Chonglan didn't take it to heart at all. "I'll go down and show my face first, and also chat with Jing for a bit."

"Go."

Qian Chonglan is now somewhat hunched over, but walks very fast. Because he is used to keeping his short, square hair, his temples are completely white, but his eyes are sharp and piercing, which are the result of countless battles.

  

As Qian Chonglan descended the stairs, the eldest grandson of the Qian family immediately stepped forward to accompany her. Guests offered their congratulations, and gifts were delivered in a continuous stream.

"Um, Jingting?" Qian Chonglan raised her head and looked ahead.

The crowd automatically parted to the sides, and Meng Jingting stepped forward: "Grandpa Qian."

"You brat, how long has it been since you came to see me? If it weren't for my birthday, I wouldn't even see a trace of you," Qian Chonglan said with a laugh.

Meng Jingting smiled genuinely, "You know, I'm busy."

The current outbreak of pollutants is more than twice that of when Qian Chonglan was in office. If Meng Jingting hadn't reached the peak of his pheromone level and hadn't had unwavering faith, his Dao heart would have collapsed long ago.

Qian Chonglan understood everything. She patted Meng Jingting's shoulder heavily, then looked at Zhong Xun without making a sound.

Young people are very different from before.

Qian Zhonglan, with a sharp mind, thought not of Zhong Xun's progress, but of his return to his rightful place.

As a child, Zhong Xun was known throughout the old street for her beauty, good manners, and eloquence. She was also a little mischievous, but had a good heart. If she hadn't experienced those changes and had grown up properly, she would be the same person she is now.

"You're here too?"

"Yes, I wish Grandpa Qian good health and a long life," Zhong Xun said, handing over the prepared gift.

Chonglan didn't even look at the money others gave her, but she opened the lid of the one Zhong Xun gave her, exclaiming, "Whoa!"

A basalt jade carving in excellent condition with superb color and texture.

When the light shines on it, the emerald emits a clear and lustrous luster, as if the Black Tortoise had suddenly moved from head to toe.

"This is valuable," Qian Chonglan said.

Zhong Xun smiled and said, "It's a sentiment shared by Jing Ting and me."

Qian Chonglan understood; he was afraid that Qian Chonglan wouldn't accept the money.

With a flick of his wrist, the eldest grandson of the Qian family carefully put the lid back on.

"Kyoko, it's been a long time since we last talked. Come with me."

Meng Jing turned his head, and Zhong Xun blinked.

Not two minutes after Meng Jing left, a bodyguard invited Zhong Xun up.

As Zhong Xun had anticipated, the second floor was clean and empty. Meng Guangzheng, dressed in black, sat in a seat near the outside. The old man's withered hands rested on his cane as he stared downstairs. The teapot on the table began to bubble, and a faint, deathly silence spread.

Zhong Xun didn't mind the atmosphere. He slowly stepped forward, stopped, and called out, "Grandpa."

Meng Guangzheng did not respond.

Zhong Xun understood completely. Anyone who had humiliated Meng Jingting and trampled on his sincerity would be skinned alive by Zhong Xun.

Zhong Xun sat down gently opposite Meng Guangzheng. He manually turned off the fire, replaced the teacups with cups, and began to carefully "brew tea" using the residual heat. He would immediately remove the tea leaves as soon as they curled slightly, and then brew them twice with boiling water. This greatly reduced the bitterness of the tea leaves, leaving them with a slightly burnt flavor that Meng Guangzheng liked.

The timing was neither too long nor too short. Meng Guangzheng smelled the rare fragrance and turned his head to look.

That old geezer Qian Chonglan's tea-making is a complete waste; you can't tell the difference between good and bad tea.

"You shouldn't be here today," Meng Guangzheng finally said.

His voice was old and rough, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

He waited to see Zhong Xun become furious and humiliated, but nothing happened. The young man opposite him didn't even raise an eyebrow, but calmly said, "Grandpa, I don't cause trouble."

"Ha." Meng Guangzheng seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. "Zhong Xun, you've said this dozens of times, if not hundreds. Why bother? Qi Heye and Xue Yan's situation is a done deal. Like I said, either you find a chance to crush them, or you just have to put up with it. With such a powerful support from the Meng family, all you do is cause trouble!"

This is something Meng Guangzheng has said countless times, and Zhong Xun has never listened to it once.

However, Zhong Xun nodded obediently: "Grandpa, the farce of the past will not happen again." He was silent for two seconds, then his voice deepened, "I will protect Jingting."

Meng Guangzheng thought he was a dead pig who wasn't afraid of boiling water, and was just about to scratch the calluses in his ears when he unexpectedly heard such a sentence. He was stunned at first, and then the anger that had been accumulating in his "rotten wood suddenly became enlightened" began to burn up.

Protect Jingting? Zhong Xun uttered another golden phrase with every word, completely disregarding how many messes Meng Jingting would have to clean up if he followed his whims. At least when Meng Guangzheng was educating Meng Jingting, he never imagined that his intelligent, determined, and calm grandson would compromise time and time again for the sake of an Omega.

Zhong Xun has almost become a stain on Meng Jingting's reputation!

Meng Guangzheng allows young people to make mistakes, and many paths are forged by taking bold steps, acting first and then correcting them. However, Zhong Xun does not fall into this category.

Whenever those city headlines wrote that the Grand Judge's Omega was a useless and incompetent person, and what kind of joke he had made, Meng Jingting would try to cover it up with even greater merits. He protected Zhong Xun while ensuring the honor of the Meng family. But manpower was limited. Did Zhong Xun even understand?

"Grandpa," Zhong Xun said, "I'm serious."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Meng Guangzheng reached his limit and raised his cane to smash it at Zhong Xun.