He quickly stood up and wiped his face with his hand, and all the notes disappeared. He said to his mahjong friends, "Let's play another day. I'm leaving now because of something."

After coming out of the mahjong hall, Wen Qi couldn't help laughing and said, "This is the first time I've seen this side of Grandpa."

Mr. Feng sighed, "It was a hobby when I was young. Later, I took over the family company and raised my children with great difficulty. After just a few years of leisure, I had to raise my grandchildren and manage the company. I didn't have the energy to play when I retired."

"No wonder." Wen Qi said with a smile: "Even Feng Ce doesn't know about your hobby."

Mr. Feng was a little embarrassed, so he tried to change the subject and said, "Come here, Yangyang, give Grandpa a hug!"

Wen Qi was about to hand the child over, but Yang Yang stretched out her little hands and hugged Wen Qi's neck tightly, crying, "No!"

Old Master Feng panicked a little and quickly withdrew his hand, "Okay, okay, I won't hug you anymore. Yangyang, don't cry."

Wen Qi felt very strange, patted Yangyang's back gently, and asked patiently: "Yangyang misses his great grandfather, right? Why don't you let him hold you?"

Yangyang buried her face tightly, "No!"

Wen Qi was confused, "What's not?"

Feng Ce's eyes flashed with understanding, and he explained: "The aura of the ghosts who have entered the underworld will be slowly assimilated by the Yin energy of the underworld. Yangyang is still young and is sensitive to the aura of souls. He probably feels that the aura of grandpa is unfamiliar."

Wen Qi suddenly realized and said in embarrassment: "Then what should we do?"

Feng Ce shook his head, "I can only adapt slowly."

Mr. Feng was a little depressed, but he still smiled and said, "It's okay. I'm already very happy to see Yangyang again."

The group returned to the small building, which didn't seem to have changed much, except for a little more life.

Wen Qi and Feng Ce sat down on the sofa. Yang Yang looked around, with curiosity and vigilance towards the unfamiliar space, like a little animal.

Old Master Feng went to the street and bought some fruits that were specialties of the underworld. He washed them and placed them in front of Yangyang.

Yangyang's nose twitched, and the desire in his eyes was almost concrete - he wanted to eat! Wen Qi looked at him with amusement, but he didn't say anything, just looked at Yangyang quietly.

Feng Ce would not say anything more. It was Yang Yang who wanted to come here, so of course he had to take this step himself.

Yangyang looked at Old Man Feng with a scrutinizing look in his eyes. This man looked very similar to his great-grandfather, but the smell was a little different. So was he his great-grandfather?

Old Master Feng smiled amiably, as if he was afraid of scaring the child, "If you want to eat, take it. No need to be polite to Grandpa."

Yang Yang tilted his head in confusion, "Great Grandfather?"

Mr. Feng smiled even more happily, "Hey, good boy Yangyang."

Yangyang blinked, smiled, pointed at the fruit and said, "Yangyang, eat it!"

Mr. Feng nodded repeatedly, "Give them all to Yangyang!"

Yangyang jumped off the sofa, walked to the table, picked up a fruit, and smiled, "Thank you, Grandpa!"

After eating the fruit, Yangyang became obviously closer to Grandpa Feng.

When the grandfather and grandson finally became close, it was time for Yangyang to leave. Grandpa Feng was reluctant to let him go, but he also knew that the child was still young and it would not be good for him to stay in the underworld for too long.

Wen Qi couldn't bear to watch, so he advised, "Grandpa, we will come again in the future."

After returning to the world of the living, Yangyang woke up the next day and was obviously not in good spirits. Zhang Zhenyan was secretly worried. The little ghost saw it and explained: "It's like this the first time you leave your soul. Yangyang's symptoms are already very mild."

Sure enough, after just one day, Yangyang was completely back to normal.

Spring passed and autumn came, and in the blink of an eye it was Yangyang’s third birthday party, which was also the day when Yangyang formally became Wen Qi’s disciple.

People from the Feng and Zhang families were present, as well as everyone from the firm and friends from the association.

Three-year-old Yangyang is already one meter tall, and his face has grown a lot. Although he still has baby fat, it is not difficult to see that he is a handsome boy. Moreover, the child is spoiled by his family and is very brave. He can chat with anyone and has no idea what shyness is.

Today was a birthday party, and before I knew it, Yangyang had run to the door to act as a greeter. His posture and expression were very serious, and people couldn't help laughing when they saw him.

"Welcome." Yang Yang said in a baby voice, "Good morning, uncle and aunt. Please register before entering. Put the gifts on the turntable on the right side of the door. Please give me the red envelope directly. Thank you!"

Everyone who came in couldn't help but say a few more words to Yangyang, then took a photo together, and left reluctantly.

Yangyang looked at the guests who came in thoughtfully. This was the same process when his mother was chasing stars before. Has he become a star too? Hmm... He glanced at the gifts and touched the red envelopes in his pocket that were getting thicker and thicker. It feels good to be a star.

The birthday party officially began. The little birthday boy Yangyang sang first, then made a wish, cut the cake, and finally offered tea to the teacher.

Yang Yang held a half-cup of tea, knelt in front of Wen Qi, raised it high and said, "Master, please have some tea."

Wen Qi took the teacup with a smile, "From now on, you are my eldest disciple. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be my only disciple in this life. You must practice seriously in the future, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

The treatment of nephews and apprentices by Wen Qi is very different. The former is used for pampering, while the latter... must be treated strictly and strictly! If you want to be a master, how can you not endure hardships?

Yang Yang nodded in confusion, "Master, I will be serious!"

Wen Qi nodded with satisfaction, "Get up."

Zhang Zhenyan, who was watching nearby, looked reluctant, but Feng Xiao couldn't help but gloat, "Finally someone is ruthless enough to discipline this brat." Yang Yang has been spoiled to be lawless in recent years, and even dared to rummage through his desk! He definitely deserves a beating!

Zhang Zhenyan pinched his arm and said dissatisfiedly, "What are you talking about?" Although she thought so in her heart, she couldn't say it directly! She really couldn't bear to discipline the child. She was too soft-hearted. She couldn't bear it when Yangyang acted like a spoiled child. She often worried that she would raise Yangyang into a naughty child. Fortunately, with her elder brother and sister-in-law, they could get rid of this "responsibility" with peace of mind.

Before the birthday party was over, Feng Xiao came over with Zhang Zhenyan, "Sister-in-law, we're leaving first. Our flight to Country A is at 2 o'clock. If we don't leave now, it will be too late."

Wen Qi was a little stunned, "So urgent?" He knew they were going out for a trip, but Yangyang’s birthday party wasn’t over yet.

"Of course we should go out and play early!" Feng Xiao pulled Zhang Zhenyan out, "I'll leave Yangyang to you. We'll be back in three months!"

Wen Qi laughed and shook his head, "When you come back, remember to bring me good news!"