Chapter 18 Reunion

Leaving the meeting room, Yuan Ting exhaled, feeling the pressure lift.

The Fu family's young master, whether in terms of his own level or his prominent family background, was beyond the reach of most. When facing him, one often felt the pressure of facing a superior, rather than treating him as just another rich second-generation.

Yuan Ting's eyes swept over two bunny girls as they walked past him, both in their early twenties, with curvaceous figures and pretty faces. There were seven or eight bunny girls in the villa, each a beauty.

Although surrounded by beautiful women, Yuan Ting knew that this young master from a wealthy family was not interested in women.

Compared to the beginning, the bunny girls in the villa had already been replaced twice. Those girls who were recruited thought they had a chance to become a phoenix on a branch, and they couldn't restrain their restless hearts, trying to hook up with the Fu family's young master.

They were all dismissed.

The girls who remained in the villa now were very well-behaved, doing their jobs obediently and no longer harboring unrealistic thoughts.

The bunny girls in the villa were like a configuration to show off status, or perhaps Fu Qingyang's personal hobby.

Leaving the villa and getting into his personal car, Yuan Ting savored the content of today's meeting. He would first report the important intelligence about the death of the Guoyan Pan Guan (Sinister Eye Judge) to the Taiyi Sect.

After finishing the serious business, he sent a message to his friend Jian Ji:

"A major event has happened in Songhai. The Guoyan Pan Guan is dead, and his confidant Hei Wuchang (Black Impermanence) is hiding with the Holy Grail and the roster..."

Jian Ji: "I'm speechless with shock. The Guoyan Pan Guan died just like that? It's as if I woke up to find a country had been removed from the map."

The two lamented each other for a while, then started to worry about what to do if the Fallen Ones listed in the roster collectively went out of control.

Jian Ji: "Anything else?"

Yes, that Night Watcher who cleared the Sheling Tunnel, just killed a level 3 Enchantment Demon... I can't say that, or Elder Sun will kill me if it gets out.

Yuan Ting's expression twisted slightly as he typed the message:

"There's one more piece of news, just listen to it and don't spread it around. Elder Sun is confused, that Night Watcher he didn't want..."

........

Songhai, in a dark bedroom.

The lights were off, the only source of light being the three candles on the table, placed in a triangle. In the middle was a red lacquer box, the surface of which was a bizarre insect relief.

A figure wearing a silver mask knelt at the table, using a small knife to cut open his fingertip, causing crimson blood to seep out.

He brought his bloodied finger to the mouth of the insect relief. The insect came to life, greedily sucking the blood, and the color of the wooden box became even more scarlet.

Wuwu... The wind suddenly rose, the candles were stained with blood, and scarlet flames soared high, forming a blood-colored vortex above the wooden box.

"What is it?"

A cold and majestic voice came from the vortex of red flames.

"Your subordinate has released the bait as you instructed. The Five Elements Alliance will search for Hei Wuchang at all costs, but your subordinate cannot guarantee that Hei Wuchang will continue to hide in Songhai."

The majestic voice slowly said: "I have divined that Hei Wuchang is in Songhai. He must have a purpose for hiding in Songhai. The specific reason remains to be verified."

"What else do you need your subordinate to do?"

"Secretly cooperate with the Five Elements Alliance to search for Hei Wuchang. Notify me immediately if you have any news. During this time, I will be in the Spirit Realm and may not be able to respond in time."

"Do you have a mission?"

"No, I am looking for the place where the Guoyan Pan Guan died. Coincidentally, I encountered that person from the Taiyi Sect. Heh, the death of the Guoyan Pan Guan does indeed have deeper secrets..."

The voice gradually faded, and the vortex formed by the blood-colored flames went out.

..........

"Dong dong..."

Two knocks sounded on the door, and Grandma's voice came into the bedroom: "Yuanzi, dinner's ready."

Her tone was light, as if she was in a good mood.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes. The bedroom was dark, the curtains blocking the light from outside.

So comfortable, the consumption of the day has finally been compensated for. It's a pity that the moon is rarely seen in Songhai, otherwise basking in the moonlight would be perfect... Zhang Yuanqing yawned, put on his cotton slippers, turned the doorknob, and came to the living room.

A rich fragrance wafted into his nostrils. The dining table was filled with dishes: sweet and sour pork, braised pork, roast duck, black chicken soup, asparagus, bamboo shoots, and so on.

Grandma was wearing an apron, running back and forth between the living room and the kitchen.

His cousin was helping in the kitchen.

Grandpa, with his white hair, sat upright on the living room sofa, intently watching TV.

A middle-aged couple sat at the dining table, Zhang Yuanqing's uncle and aunt.

His aunt had delicate features and fair skin. Although she was middle-aged, she was well-maintained. She wore a white waist-cinching dress, her hair was wavy, and there was a delicate air between her brows.

The man next to his aunt, whose features were quite similar to Chen Yuanjun, wore a purple suit, purple slim-fitting pants, and a rose-colored shirt, as flashy as a nightclub young master, no, old master.

Zhang Yuanqing's uncle was unreliable. When he was young, he played in a band, saying he wanted to pursue his dreams, yearning for poetry and distant places. So he packed his bags, wore bell-bottoms, and ran away from home with a few "like-minded" friends, becoming a wandering singer.

A few years later, he didn't find his dream, but returned battered and bruised by society. He didn't go out to work either, carrying a tape recorder around every day, dancing wherever he went, either singing karaoke or hanging out with his cronies.

Of course, that's how young people in the city were in that era, just loafing around.

Because he was good-looking and had a sweet tongue, he married his well-off aunt. After getting married, he did settle down for a few years, but after his aunt gave birth to his cousin, he quickly reverted to his old ways.

He was idle all day, anyway, he didn't work, just played.

"Yuanzi, did you miss your uncle?" His uncle was very happy to see his successor.

His uncle liked to sing, dance, and rap. His favorite song was "Yo yo check it out, give me a jianbing guozi," and he would accompany it with self-created dances.

No one in the family except Zhang Yuanqing was willing to rap and dance awkwardly with him.

So his uncle valued Zhang Yuanqing very much, regarding him as his successor.

"Aunt!" Zhang Yuanqing greeted, then responded perfunctorily to his uncle.

"Uncle brought you a gift back," his uncle said.

"Oh, my uncle, you're finally back. Why didn't you tell me in advance? If you had told me in advance, I would have gone to the airport to pick you up. God will be my witness."

Zhang Yuanqing had a complete change of attitude to express his strong emotions.

The uncle and nephew laughed loudly, shook hands, and bumped shoulders. His uncle put his arm around his successor's shoulder and sat down:

"Yuanzi, I recently traveled abroad and specially went to learn rapping techniques from chimpanzees. We should add tongue-flicking and lip-shaking when we sing, which will make us seem more powerful..."

I know about tongue-flicking, but what the hell is lip-shaking... Zhang Yuanqing was dumbfounded: "Awesome, worthy of my uncle, amazing talent. Uncle, I'm short on pocket money recently."

"A small matter, your aunt has money. I'll have her give it to you later."

Before long, his cousin and grandma brought up the last few dishes, inviting everyone to eat.

"Why isn't Xiaoyi (little aunt) back?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

"She said there's something at the hospital and she'll be back later," Grandma replied.

His uncle raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Something at the hospital? Is she dating her boyfriend?"

Grandma scoffed: "Then I'd be thanking the heavens. Judging from her appearance, she won't get married until she's 30. What's wrong with young people these days? One or two of them don't want to get married."

Grandma was very dissatisfied with the world.

His uncle said: "Speaking of which, Yuanjun is still single too. Yuanjun, bring your boyfriend back to let Dad take a look someday."

The serious and steady cousin was stunned: "What?"

His uncle shrugged, "You're 30, and you don't have a girlfriend, so Dad can only hope for a boyfriend."

As soon as he finished speaking, Grandma rolled up her sleeves to kill her uncle.

"Mom, Mom, I'm joking," his uncle quickly stopped her. "Why don't you have any sense of humor? It's trendy to form male CPs now, young people really like it."

His aunt lowered her head and ate, not saying a word.

Her relationship with her mother-in-law was not good. There were few harmonious mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships in the world.

Grandma had a bad temper, and his aunt was strong-willed. One disliked her daughter-in-law for not doing housework, and the other disliked her mother-in-law for meddling.

When Zhang Yuanqing was still young, his aunt and grandma often quarreled. Whenever they fought, Xiaoyi would eat melon seeds and watch the show from the side.

Zhang Yuanqing would try to mediate, saying, "Don't fight anymore," while taking melon seeds from Xiaoyi's hand.

His cousin usually did his homework while eating Xiaoyi's melon seeds.

Now his aunt had passed her hot-blooded youth and was too lazy to argue with her mother-in-law, but their relationship remained lukewarm.

At this time, his cousin looked over and said, "I heard something happened at your school today?"

"Ah? I don't know, I came back to sleep very early..." Zhang Yuanqing pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Grandma quickly asked what happened. Chen Yuanjun briefly explained, and Grandma became even more dissatisfied with the world after hearing that criminals had infiltrated the school.

As they were talking, the anti-theft door made a "beep" sound, and then the handle was turned.

Sitting at the end of the table, close to the entrance, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head and saw that it was Xiaoyi who had returned.

Xiaoyi's outfit today was an off-the-shoulder hollow sweater, revealing her round and fair shoulders, with a black vest inside. Her pants were light-colored jeans from the spring/summer collection, and she wore a pair of white shoes.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes stopped on her calf, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Hanging on Jiang Yu'er's calf was a round little infant.

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ps: Thanks to Shanhe Moyun, Gaoshan Yangzi, Huangqiu, Huispeakde Zhouzi, and Laoyingchixiaoji for the Silver Alliance, and also thanks to the other Alliance Masters for their rewards. When we reach 100 Alliances, I'll open a single chapter to thank all the bosses for their rewards.