"Also, what about Ji Chen? A week should be enough, right? Get him back quickly, I have something for him to do."
The little rainbows stared in disbelief as Gong Ning delivered a series of smooth and flowing instructions, handling everything perfectly.
Is this still the same soft, sweet little girl who was just drinking juice?
Sure enough, Sister Ning is Sister Ning!
A!
I really want to be Sister Ning's apprentice...
——
After leaving the tower, Gong Ning went to the woods, sat on the swing set and swayed slowly, tilting her little face up to look at the blue sky for a few moments.
He hesitated for a few seconds while holding his phone before dialing a number.
The call was answered quickly, and a deep, authoritative voice came through.
Who is it?
Gong Ning pursed her lips, "Grandpa...it's me, Lin Yun!"
A hint of joy instantly filled his voice, "Ah Yun? You're Bei Ning? My little Bei Ning?"
Considering the old man's affection for Gong Ning, the Gong family has not yet informed him about Yan Jingzhou and Gong Ning falling off the cliff.
Gong Ning smiled helplessly, "Grandpa, I changed my name a long time ago. My full name is Gong Ning, not Gong Bei Ning!"
“No, you are Xiao Bei Ning. Bei Ning sounds so nice. Your grandma named you Bei Ning herself. From north to south, the moon shines like a gentle breeze, Xiao Bei Ning… so we’ll call you Xiao Bei Ning,” Grandpa Gong Shaoyan’s voice was full of stubbornness, like a child insisting on what he believed in. “Besides, you know, if Xiao Bei Ning isn’t called Xiao Bei Ning anymore, and your grandma comes back and gets angry at me, then… wouldn’t I be in trouble? No, no, we’ll call you Xiao Bei Ning!”
As Grandpa Gong spoke, his originally strong voice carried a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness.
As Gong Ning listened to her grandfather's cowardly words, a hint of sadness gradually welled up in her eyes.
My grandmother passed away a long time ago.
But Grandpa seemed to be hypnotizing himself, telling everyone around him that Grandma had just gone on a long trip.
Maybe... he'll come back someday.
Such self-deceiving words...
But gradually, the people around them began to believe that Madam Gong had not passed away, but had gone to a beautiful place and would return one day.
Gong Ning's eyes welled up slightly. "Yes, okay, let's call her Bei Ning, Grandpa's little Bei Ning."
"That's right, my dear granddaughter! Where have you been? You haven't come home for so long! I miss you so much, but you never come back to see me. I don't even know how many more years this old man can live. If you don't come back to see me soon, what will I do if I don't see you for a few more years?" Grandpa Gong's voice was full of grievance and accusation, like a child who hadn't had candy in a long time.
"How could that be? A-Yun misses you so much. Besides, Grandpa, you're so healthy. Didn't you just ask your great-uncle to spar with you a few days ago? I know all this; Luo Xi told me everything!"
The old man was speechless for a moment, then pursed his lips and instantly adopted a smug, dramatic persona. "Fine, I knew it, you don't love Grandpa anymore. Alas, poor me, all alone. I have such a lovely little granddaughter, but she runs far away and doesn't come to my side. I'm so sad..."
"..."
Gong Ning chuckled silently to herself, listening to the deliberately amplified humming sounds coming from the other end of the phone.
Her big, dark eyes lit up, "Well... Grandpa, there's a really great opportunity for you to meet your lovely and well-behaved granddaughter. Would you like to hear about it?"
The old man's eyes lit up, and he suddenly sat up straight. "What opportunity?"
Gong Ning coughed lightly twice, feigning seriousness, "Have you received an invitation from the Yan Clan?"
"Oh, that invitation to the old man from the Yan tribe's sixtieth birthday celebration? What's wrong with it? Does it have any strange connection to my meeting with Xiao Bei Ning?"
Gong Ning's lips twitched slightly. Her grandfather's acting habit was getting the better of him, and he was going to keep going on and on.
The once powerful chieftain of the Yan tribe was now referred to as a mere old man in his words…
“Um,” Gong Ning’s voice unconsciously became a little serious, and a little embarrassed, “Um, isn’t Uncle Yan my future father? On his sixtieth birthday, as the patriarch of my maternal family, Grandpa… shouldn’t you make a grand entrance?”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before the old man's slightly puzzled voice came through, "You mean... Yan Zhi is your future father? When did you get a future father? Does that mean your mother is going to cheat on your father? Fine, let him be cheated on, why should I get involved? Anyway, I see your father is always so idle, it's good to give him something to do. Your mother did a good job this time, she deserves praise!"
Gong Ning: "..."
"However, Yan Zhi is already sixty years old. He's fine as your father, but as your mother's husband, that's... a bit too embarrassing, isn't it? And he's only sixty and his health is so poor, he gets sick every other day. Your mother's taste is a bit bad, isn't it?"
Gong Ning: "..."
"Grandpa, you misunderstood. What I meant was that Uncle Yanzhi is Azhou's father, and I am Azhou's fiancée. So, if Azhou and I get married someday, won't Uncle Yanzhi be my father?"
"What the hell?" the old man suddenly raised his voice. "Whose fiancée are you? Who are you going to marry?"
Gong Ning was stunned. "Ah Zhou?"
"Who is A-Zhou?"
"Oh, look at me, Ah Zhou's full name is Yan Jingzhou, and I'm Uncle Yan Zhi's son..."
Grandpa Gong narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "That Yan clan's newly appointed patriarch, Yan Jingzhou?"
"Yes, Grandpa, didn't you know? I thought... Mom and Dad had already told you..."
Gong Ning was still talking when suddenly a busy tone came from the phone, "beep beep beep—"
Gong Ning: "..."
What happened? Why did he suddenly hang up on her?
Is it a bad network signal?
When I called back, the line was busy...
Gong Ning, looking completely bewildered, had no idea.
Her phone call plunged Yuexi Garden in Beijing into chaos and turmoil.
"Grandpa, please don't be impulsive. Put down the golf club first, and I'll explain it to you slowly, okay?" Gong Qiaoyu slid down the second-floor stair railing at high speed. Seeing the irritable old man swing the golf club down, he quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.
"You little brat, do you think your grandpa is too old to tell me anything? You little bastard, my little cabbage Bei Ning was eaten by some kind of pig, and you didn't tell me about something so important! Your sister is still young, innocent and doesn't understand many things. Do you think you don't understand? I've raised you for nothing, you're completely useless! You stop right there!"
"Grandpa, you call me a bastard rabbit and a grandson of a tortoise, so what kind of creature am I? If you're a tortoise, how come my dad's a rabbit?"
"..."
The old man, panting heavily, swung his golf club without mercy, his anger blazing. "You little brat, you've got some nerve, haven't you? You've even learned to find fault with people now! I'll beat you to death!"
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