"Daughter...my daughter...you beast, you animal! My daughter did nothing wrong to you, why...why did you do this to her! I won't allow it, I won't allow it!"

"You can't allow it? That's not up to you. Besides, how am I harming her? I truly love her and want to spend my life with her. Oh, and there's something else I forgot to tell you..."

As he spoke, Qin Lang squatted down beside the old man, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Wenya and I have already... consummated our marriage. Maybe... she's already carrying my child. Tell me, if Wenya and I's child is born, will he look more like me or more like Wenya? Do you think it's better for him to have the surname Qin or Mu..."

"Get out! Get out...get the hell out of here! Pfft..."

The old man got so excited that his face turned red, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Qin Lang slowly stood up, glanced at the bloodstains on the ground with disgust, shook his neck, and leisurely got up from the ground.

He achieved his goal. As long as the old man was sad and upset, he was happy.

"Old man, you have to hold on, at least until tomorrow. Wenya and I need you to witness our wedding. If you die, it will turn a happy occasion into a funeral, which is bad luck."

After saying that, Qin Lang opened the door and went out.

The old man watched his retreating figure disappear through the door, unable to calm himself down.

Tomorrow, tomorrow this beast is going to marry his daughter. How could he let such a monstrous woman, whom he'd raised with such tenderness, be defiled by him? He couldn't let it happen; he had to stop it!

That night, as the lights came on at Fengqing Waterfront, the lights in Old Master Mu's room were turned off early.

He put on tight-fitting night clothes, knee pads, and a sharp dagger at his waist, then carefully shaved off every last bit of his beard.

The door was locked, and there were guards outside.

The old man collected old newspapers from inside the room, piled them up by the door, and lit them with a lighter. Then he quietly stood guard at the door.

Soon, white smoke drifted out through the crack in the door, filling the entire room with smoke that made people feel choked and uncomfortable.

The old man covered his mouth and nose with a damp towel, gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, and stared intently at every move at the doorway.

At this moment, outside the door...

"Cough cough cough... What's that smell? It's so pungent... cough cough..." A person looked around, coughing from the smoke.

The other person's eyes were watering from the smoke. "I don't know... Is there a fire somewhere? Cough cough cough..."

"I think so too... Damn! In the room!"

The two finally saw that the smoke was coming from the room.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and open the door!"

"Yes, yes, open the door, open the door."

A person hurriedly opened the door, and the room was filled with thick smoke, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

Just then, the old man who had been waiting behind the door suddenly jumped out, kicked one of them into the smoke-filled room, and quickly closed the door.

"Hey, you..." another man pointed at the old man, about to shout. The old man raised his dagger and stabbed at the man, but unfortunately the man escaped.

The man had a gun, and seeing the old man escape from the room, he quickly drew his gun and aimed it at the old man's head.

With a "crack," it wasn't the sound of a gunshot, but the sound of a cheekbone shattering.