Sheng Mingnan was stunned, still not understanding what this meant.
Lu Zhizhou also stepped forward, giving him a faint, sly smile—one brimming with schadenfreude.
“Take care.”
Sheng Mingnan: (⊙o⊙)?
Upstairs, in the room.
Old Master Sheng was brewing tea, trying to cultivate his temperament so he wouldn’t be infuriated to death by those little bastards of his.
Speaking of Old Master Sheng, in his youth, he had a temper that was second to none.
A general who had fought through the founding years of the nation—he had carved his way through real battles with real blades.
Now that he was old, all he wanted was to hold a great-grandchild in his arms.
Watching those old geezers one by one holding their grandkids, while he didn’t even have a hint of one coming his way…
Just yesterday, that old dog Wu had actually bragged to him about how his grandson had found himself a pretty little girl, and he’d probably be holding a squalling baby by next year.
Just thinking about it made his blood boil.
That’s why he’d rushed over to his grandson’s place.
He wanted to make him produce a baby too.
But forget a baby—there wasn’t even a single girl in this entire sprawling estate.
Anyone would think the boy was planning to become a monk.
That had the old man fuming, his beard bristling with rage.
A guard beside him tried to console him, “If the eldest young master won’t do it, isn’t there still the youngest young master?”
That only made the old man angrier.
That bastard Sheng Mingnan had plenty of women around him, but not a single one could make him settle down.
And he was always stirring up trouble.
If he ever got his hands on him, he’d break his legs!
He had just been about to brew some tea to calm his nerves when, out of nowhere, that brat downstairs let out a roar that doused him in hot water.
The old man’s face instantly darkened like the bottom of a burnt pot.
But when he heard the words “uncle’s little lover,” the anger in his heart vanished in an instant.
Somewhat incredulous, he turned to the guard beside him to confirm.
“What did that brat just say?”
The guard was also a bit surprised, but still said to the old man, “It seems the youngest young master has brought back the eldest young master’s little lover.”
The moment the old man heard that, his originally cloudy eyes lit up instantly.
Forget the tea.
He immediately walked downstairs.
There was no way he was letting the girl they’d finally managed to lure away slip through their fingers.
The guard quickly helped support the old man, trying to calm him down. “Old Master, no need to get so worked up. She’s already here—she can’t run away.”
The old man shot him a glare. “What’s this about running or not running? You think this place is a bandit’s den?”
The guard’s mouth twitched slightly.
If you ask me, you old man look more like the bandit.
…
Soon, the old man appeared in the main hall.
Lu Huai and Lu Zhizhou were somewhat taken aback, not expecting Old Master Sheng to be here today.
They both rose to greet him.
Old Master Sheng’s influence in the capital was no small matter. Even Lu Huai set aside his usual roguish demeanor and rose respectfully.
Lu Zhizhou was even more afraid of the old man. When he was a kid, he’d once tried to steal a chicken and accidentally grabbed Old Master Sheng’s… there.
He’d been chased down several streets by the old man swinging his cane.
And of course, Sheng Mingnan had been “looked after” by the old man since childhood. No matter how wild and untamable they usually were, they all became perfectly obedient in front of Old Master Sheng.
The old man nodded at the two of them, then immediately shifted his gaze to the girl standing behind Sheng Mingnan.
First glance.
What a chubby little girl.
Second glance.
This must be a girl blessed with good fortune.
The old man was overjoyed. He stepped right past Sheng Mingnan and walked up to Lin Miao.
Sheng Mingnan: Wait, am I really that invisible?
The elderly man before her wore a dark blue Tang suit, leaning on a dragon-headed cane. With a youthful face, white hair, and a spirited bearing, he looked at her as if she were some rare treasure.
And wasn’t she exactly that—a rare treasure?
A girl this cute and pretty was just right to be the granddaughter-in-law of the Sheng family.
Old Master Sheng could even imagine how adorable his future great-grandsons and great-granddaughters would be.
Ahem, let’s just say the old man is getting way ahead of himself.
This matter doesn’t even have the first stroke of the character “eight” written yet.
Although the old man’s gaze was kind, the innate authority he carried still made Lin Miao’s heart tremble slightly.
In his youth, the old man had truly led a million-strong army. The iron-blooded aura and dignity he exuded were enough to make even ordinary soldiers dare not meet his eyes.
Though Lin Miao instinctively felt a flutter of nervousness, she wasn’t afraid.
Instead, she let the old man look at her openly and generously.
Because she could sense that this old gentleman bore her no ill will—rather, he felt closeness and fondness toward her.
Old Master Sheng’s calloused hand unconsciously rubbed the dragon head atop his cane.
The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.
This young lady fit his wishes perfectly.
He wished he could paste her onto the Sheng family household registry right this instant.
The others couldn’t help but feel a bit tense, especially Sheng Mingnan. He had never expected his grandfather to be here.
Well, that’s just great. He was screwed.
If Grandfather didn’t like Lin Miao and tried to split them apart, then when Uncle found out, he’d definitely beat him to death.
Just then, a pleasant, magnetic voice came from the staircase.
“Grandpa, don’t scare her.”
Sheng Yanli was dressed in a simple, understated set of Chinese-style loungewear today, and his sharp phoenix eyes softened slightly the moment they landed on Lin Miao downstairs.
No one else noticed, but it couldn’t escape the old master’s attention.
The old master was somewhat surprised—could his aloof grandson actually be falling for someone?
It seemed his old man’s matchmaking services wouldn’t be needed after all.
The man strode down with long, brisk steps, coming to stand beside Lin Miao with a protective stance, shooting the old master a look.
The old master pursed his lips.
Fine, this was a classic case of forgetting your grandpa once you’ve got a wife.
Lin Miao still felt a bit uneasy. The man’s large hand rested on her waist, and it was honestly a little ticklish.
And since when had they reached the point of hugging and holding each other?
Especially in front of elders.
Lin Miao felt her cheeks flush.
Most likely from embarrassment.
The old master cleared his throat, reining in his imposing aura.
He turned to look at Lin Miao beside him, his smile kind. “Little girl, what’s your name?”
Lin Miao nodded respectfully toward the old master, her voice soft and polite. “Hello, Grandpa. My name is Lin Miao.”
“Good, good. You’re truly a fine child.”
“Much better than that rascal Sheng Mingnan.”
Sheng Mingnan: …
Come on, old man, if you’re going to compliment someone, why do you have to step on your eldest grandson at the same time?
The old master beamed at the well-matched pair.
He chuckled. “Well, it’s getting late now. Why don’t you stay here at Sheng Garden for the night, Miao’er? You can pick any room you like.”
“I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone now.”
“Xiao Zhang, let’s go.”
Before Lin Miao could even refuse, the old master had already scurried off.
Once outside, the old master asked, “Did you get the photos?”
“Got them, they’re all here.”
Xiao Zhang held up his phone, showing the old master the photos of Lin Miao.
The old master smiled with satisfaction. “Come on, let’s go pay Old Wu a visit.”
Xiao Zhang was puzzled. “Didn’t you just go yesterday, Chief?”
“That’s different. Yesterday I didn’t have a granddaughter-in-law. Today I do.”
“And such a beautiful one at that.”
Xiao Zhang: …
So you’re just going over there to show off, huh.