The Lin family head immediately withdrew his finger sheepishly, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Nie Songping, who appeared calm and collected on the surface.
Nie Songping knew perfectly well that there wasn't a single fool in this room, and they were all quite old; they wouldn't start arguing like this. This was clearly a show put on for him, forcing him to leak some information.
These old guys wouldn't normally hold a grudge against the younger generation, but the strange thing is that Nie Chenyuan was being overly enthusiastic.
After watching these matches, not only were the few of them curious, but everyone in the room, from the private rooms to the seats below, was staring intently at the Nie family's private room, regretting that they didn't have X-ray vision.
Even Zhang Jingguo and Lin Yuhao were curious at this moment: what kind of person could make Nie Chenyuan act like this?
After all, Nie Chenyuan is only 25 years old and a ninth-level Acquired Realm martial artist. Moreover, his strength is no less than that of Lin Yuhao. How could they not pay attention to him?
But Nie Songping dared not discuss Qingyun with them as if she were his own granddaughter-in-law. He was already restless, afraid that Qingyun might get angry and twist Nie Chenyuan's neck.
To be honest, if it were Nie Songping himself who was being talked about by his subordinates right now, he would have beaten Nie Chenyuan, that idiot, to death long ago.
Nie Songping, his face tense, finally couldn't help but cough. Just when everyone thought he was about to speak, he silently left the house, leaning on his cane.
Qingyun looked at Nie Songping, who suddenly opened the door and came in, and silently shifted her gaze to the screen without saying a word.
Not only was Nie Songping feeling a little awkward looking at him, but Qingyun, who had already slept with Nie Chenyuan, also felt a bit complicated looking at Grandpa Nie Chenyuan's respectful attitude.
Nie Songping smiled so hard his old face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum as he pleaded on Nie Chenyuan's behalf: "Chenyuan is still young and doesn't know any better. Please forgive him, Mr. Qing. I will definitely teach him a lesson when we get back."
He blushed at his own words. Young? Young my foot! He's already twenty-five or twenty-six, four or five years older than Qingyun. Now he expects Qingyun to spare him because of his youth.
"It's alright."
Qingyun immediately understood why Nie Songping was apologizing. He had excellent hearing and had already clearly heard the whispers in the surrounding private rooms.
Setting down her teacup, Qingyun walked towards the transparent wall and pulled back the curtain that was obscuring her view.
"If they want to see, let them see clearly."
The moment Qingyun pulled back the curtain, the people in the seats below fell silent for a second, craning their necks to look into the Nie family's private room.
At the same time, the curtains of the private rooms arranged in a circular pattern above were pulled open one after another, and people stood in front of the wall, tilting their heads to look at Qingyun's private room.
The person in charge of the event finally realized what was going on and set up a camera specifically to film the Nie family's private room.
Where is Qianjin? Where is Qianjin?
No matter how much they craned their necks and widened their eyes, they could only see Qingyun, a man standing by the wall, and inside the private room, there was only a disciple. Further inside, they could only see Nie Songping's old face.
Was their discussion so heated that the woman in the private room left?
However, Nie Chenyuan's blissful smile dispelled their doubts. Nie Chenyuan, the sole heir of the Nie family, a powerful and exceptionally talented ninth-level Acquired Realm martial artist under thirty years old—he actually loved a man?!
The audience erupted in uproar! Then someone pointed out Qingyun's identity: he was Qing Haolin's only son, Qing Yun, who had been defeated by Lin Yuhao three years ago and was also exposed for a rape scandal.
A thoughtful person, upon reflection, immediately thought they had grasped the truth of the matter.
Nie Chenyuan is undoubtedly going to confront Lin Yuhao. What does this mean? Qingyun is selling her body to avenge her father!
People looked at Nie Chenyuan with a hint of sympathy. It seemed that Nie Chenyuan was truly in love, while Qingyun's motives were far from pure.
They weren't out of their minds, so naturally they wouldn't dare to make fun of Nie Chenyuan, who was about to be beheaded on stage, but they all shook their heads at Qingyun.
The residents in the private room upstairs were also dumbfounded. Zhang Jingguo shook his head with a smile, his words full of schadenfreude: "Old Nie has it tough. His grandson's meridians are healed, which relieved one of his worries, but then his grandson brought home another man, and someone with ulterior motives at that. No wonder he wouldn't give a hint just now."
Wang Miaoyun's grandfather smiled in agreement, while the other family heads remained silent, their minds racing with their calculations.
How could the heir of the Nie family be with a man? Judging from Nie Songping's appearance, he was clearly there to "catch them in the act," but this kid named Qingyun was too cunning and took advantage of the situation to expose his identity.
"Qingyun? It's actually Qingyun?!" Lin Yuhao's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected that Qingyun could actually bewitch Nie Chenyuan.
A strange excitement welled up inside him; the immense pressure that had been mounting ever since Nie Chenyuan stepped onto the stage finally had a release. Lin Yuhao smiled sinisterly, picked up his phone, and made a call: "Mom, do you know what? I saw Qingyun. He actually sold his body to get revenge on me..."
As expected, Lin's mother arrived at the scene before Nie Chenyuan's last match.
She didn't do anything special; she just happened to stand in front of a camera, her eyes wide and on the verge of tears, looking at Qingyun in the private room, and said, "Qingyun, Mom is very disappointed in you."
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. She cried her heart out, beating her chest and stamping her feet, as if she felt both heartache and guilt for Qingyun's actions.
Lin Yuhao arrived just in time, put his arm around his mother and comforted her as they walked upstairs, putting on the perfect act of a filial son, which only made Qingyun seem more reprehensible.
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