"Old Nie... what's going on?" The Gu family head turned to look at Nie Songping, his face full of uncertainty.
Nie Songping, now in his playful old man mode, didn't expose him. Instead, he sighed, shook his head, and gave a wry smile: "Chen Yuan likes it, what can I do?"
He spoke as if he were full of distress and helplessness, but in reality he was secretly pleased, knowing that these old guys would probably glare at him with their eyes wide open later.
The head of the Gu family rolled his eyes and, with a sudden thought, decided to promote his granddaughter again: "Young people always have moments when they can't see things clearly, and we elders can't tolerate that."
"See? I told you his foundation was destroyed, he's just a useless person." Lin Yuhao leaned back on the sofa, staring at the screen and chuckled.
“That’s right.” Zhang Jingguo shook his head and chuckled, thinking that he had overthought things. It seemed that even that old fellow Nie Songping could make a foolish mistake.
No, it should be said that the entire Nie family, young and old, are completely out of their minds. Zhang Jingguo had to admit that if Nie Chenyuan had played, Lin Yuhao would have almost certainly lost. Now that Qingyun has taken over, the Nie family is practically handing over the championship.
Lin Yuhao stood up, ready to go on stage. His gaze remained fixed on Qingyun on the screen, a sinister glint in his eyes like a venomous snake. Since his mother was present today, he would let her utterly destroy the Qing family.
Ignoring the surrounding noise, Qingyun looked down at her jade-like hands, a thin layer of energy slowly covering them, isolating them from contact with the outside world.
"You shouldn't have come." Lin Yuhao's sighing voice rang out on the arena. He looked at Qingyun, his eyes seemingly filled with pity. "Go away, leave the ancient martial arts world, be an ordinary person, and live a good life."
Qingyun looked up at him and thought to herself, "This guy is quite the drama queen."
Lin Yuhao continued, his tone even carrying a hint of disappointment: "Do you know how difficult it is for Mother to do this? If you want to blame Qing Haolin's death on me, there's nothing I can do, but Qing Haolin used his status as a martial artist to forcibly seize things and even threatened my mother to marry him with my father's and my lives. He's a cancer in the ancient martial arts world. What right do you have to avenge him!"
"My mother endured humiliation and hardship for me, suffering in the Qing family for twenty years. She was unfamiliar with the ancient martial arts world and dared not confide in anyone. She could only use her weak body to shield me and my father from Qing Haolin's harm..."
As he spoke, his eyes reddened slightly, as if he were extremely grief-stricken. At this moment, the curtains of the private room where Lin's mother was upstairs slowly rose, and Lin's mother sat elegantly by the wall, looking at Lin Yuhao with gentle eyes. She said something to the person below, and judging from her lip movements, it was clearly, "Yuhao, Mom is proud of you."
Someone started clapping, and the people watching the game below began to applaud. Some even stood up to cheer for Lin Yuhao and praise the deep bond between mother and son, completely forgetting that Qingyun, who was standing on the field, was also Lin's mother's son.
"Isn't the match time up yet?" Qingyun turned to look at the referee beside her, her tone indifferent.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yuhao's eyes flashed with displeasure, but he still nodded to the referee in the end.
The match officially began, but the family heads in the private room had no interest in watching what was happening on the stage. In their eyes, the match was completely predictable, and given Lin Yuhao's personality, he would most likely hold back, so there was really nothing to watch.
Wang Miaoyun's grandfather wiped his reading glasses and sighed, "Madam Lin has had a tough time. She has endured humiliation for eighteen years. Although she is not skilled in martial arts, her willpower and elegance are truly remarkable. She is a remarkable woman in the world."
Nie Chenyuan returned to his room and couldn't help but peck at the fair ankle in the photo twice before reluctantly putting the photo away in the darkroom.
Just as Nie Chenyuan told Nie Songping, he had been openly pursuing Qingyun for two years.
Over the past three years, he watched Qingyun gradually blossom into brilliance, and naturally, he couldn't help but be moved. It's likely that only his grandfather, that old fogey, in the Nie family didn't notice.
No, there's one more.
Nie Chenyuan paused as he sorted through the photos, a hint of distress flashing in his eyes. The person he was pursuing seemed completely oblivious to this.
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In the classroom.
As if she had eyes in the back of her head, Qingyun blocked Nie Chenyuan's outstretched arm and chuckled, "What is it this time?"
Nie Chenyuan put his arm around in front of him, his palm open, revealing a miniature robot inside, which looked incredibly delicate. Qingyun had recently become quite interested in mechanical things, so he had to cater to his interests.
"You weren't paying attention in class, otherwise why would you have stopped me again?"
Nie Chenyuan sat down next to Qingyun. The two were sitting in the last row of the classroom, so no one noticed their interaction.
Qingyun toyed with the robot in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Nie Chenyuan out of the corner of his eye. He had lived for millions of years; he wasn't stupid. How could he not know what Nie Chenyuan was thinking? However, Qingyun was still somewhat surprised. He had only wanted to steal a minor character from the protagonist, but the effect seemed… a little different from what he had expected?
Nie Chenyuan not only shielded him from Lin Yuhao's relentless assassination attempts over the past three years, but also went to great lengths to please him. Anything that could capture Qingyun's attention for more than a second would appear on Qingyun's desk within the next day.
Being genuinely pampered and cared for like this is a novel experience for Qingyun, this old monster whom everyone hates.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the last class. Everyone gradually left the classroom, and the two of them slowly made their way through the crowd.
Nie Chenyuan reached out and put his arm around Qingyun, separating him from the surrounding crowd.
"Want to go out for dinner tonight? I went to a restaurant last time that I think would suit your taste." He lowered his voice to hide the obvious expectation in his tone.
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