Meng Weixing, dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit, looked energetic, with sharp eyes, a steady gait, and a powerful aura.
After taking only two steps, upon seeing Yang Nanqiao, Meng Weixing's powerful aura vanished abruptly.
"Brother Yang, it's been a long time."
Yang Nanqiao's face was cold and serious, as if he were looking at an enemy with whom he had a blood feud.
Meng Weixing ignored this and, acting as if he were already familiar with someone, greeted them with a big smile.
Yang Nanqiao remained as indifferent as an emotionless robot: "What? You're grinning from ear to ear, did your wife give birth to your child?"
Meng Weixing: "..."
Meng Xiong: "!!" His fist hardened.
Does this old man even know how to speak? If he can't speak, can't he just shut his mouth?
While inwardly cursing, Meng Xiong smiled and said, "Uncle Yang, it's been a long time. You still look so young."
"Of course, I've always been young. My children are filial and don't cause trouble; they're with me every day. But you, Meng Xiong, how come you've gotten old?"
Meng Xiong: "..."
Damn it, can't we just have a pleasant conversation?
Meng Xiong forced a smile, his old face so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground.
Yang Nanqiao showed no respect whatsoever to Meng Weixing and his son; he was incredibly stubborn.
Meng Xiong had never been humiliated like this before, nor had his elderly father ever suffered such humiliation.
Just when Meng Xiong thought Meng Weixing would definitely retort, he heard Meng Weixing's hearty laughter, and he even smiled ingratiatingly: "Brother Yang, look at you, still so serious. Aren't you afraid of scaring your granddaughter if you're so serious?"
Suddenly called out by name, Tuantuan's bright eyes showed a puzzled expression: "No way, although my grandpa is serious now, he's really good to me. I'm not afraid at all. I'm afraid of people who smile when they talk but do bad things behind my back."
Meng Weixing & Meng Xiong: "..."
I feel like I've been subtly insulted, and this is the evidence!
The little boy spoke without holding back, causing the father and son to lose face once again.
Meng Weixing noticed Tuan Tuan as soon as he entered the room; among all the men, Tuan Tuan stood out.
In addition, her skin was as white as snow and her eyes were as bright as obsidian, making her hard to ignore.
Meng Weixing smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Brother Yang, your granddaughter is so adorable."
"My granddaughter is adorable, of course."
Meng Weixing sighed and rubbed his temples. Why was this old man so stubborn?
"Brother Yang, Meng Xiong and I have come to pay our respects. Shouldn't we find a place to sit down first? You wouldn't not even offer me a cup of tea, would you?"
Yang Nanqiao glanced at the many gifts Meng Weixing had brought and then invited the father and son to sit in the living room.
Yang Jinchuan walked behind them and, seeing them walk forward, called the butler over and said in a low voice, "Tell the kitchen not to serve such good tea."
The butler nodded quickly: "Young master, don't worry. I still have some tea that I bought from Pinduoduo for 9.9 yuan with free shipping last time. I'll brew some for them later."
Yang Jinchuan nodded: "Well done."
The butler immediately puffed out his chest, beaming with pride; "Young Master, these people dare to bully Miss Tuantuan, it's like pulling the tiger's whiskers. Giving them tea that costs only 9.9 yuan with free shipping is already doing them a favor, they're being very kind."
Yang Jinchuan agreed wholeheartedly and told the housekeeper to quickly go to the kitchen and tell the servants not to serve the wrong tea.
Such fine tea should not be given to this father and son for free.
...
In the living room.
Meng Weixing's smile froze when he saw the spider lilies in the vase.
His eyes were also glazed over.
Meng Xiong: ? ?
"Dad, what's wrong with you? Are you possessed?"
Meng Xiong followed Meng Weixing's gaze and also froze.
A confused tree bears confused fruit; beneath the confused tree dwells a father and son.
Meng Weixing and Meng Xiong's gazes were deeply drawn to the red spider lily.
They never expected to see spider lilies here!
This is a red spider lily!
It's the only flower in the ghost realm!
How can it be in the water?
Won't it get ruined by soaking?
Meng Weixing walked over to the vase, looked it over from left to right, took out his phone, and snapped a picture.
Yang Nanqiao: "..."
Yang Nanqiao stepped forward, pulled Meng Weixing aside, and reprimanded him sharply, "Meng Weixing, what's wrong with you?"
Meng Weixing pushed Yang Nanqiao aside, pointed to the flowers in the vase, and asked, "Brother Yang, who brought these? Where did you get them from?"
"What's it to you! Meng Weixing, you suddenly came to my house and started asking me all sorts of questions about a flower. What are you asking me for? If you have nothing to do, get out of here. Don't go crazy and scare my granddaughter."
Meng Weixing: "Brother Yang, you don't know this, but this flower has an extraordinary origin."
Meng Weixing seemed to have forgotten the purpose of his trip, his gaze deeply attracted by the red spider lilies, unable to look away.
Meng Xiong was the same, gazing at the fiery red spider lilies.
Both father and son had forgotten that Meng Qi, whom they had forgotten, was still being roasted over a sea of fire.
Meng Weixing turned around, walked over to Tuantuan, sat down, took out a pair of jade bracelets from his pocket and put them into the little dumpling's hands, saying in a kind tone, "Tuantuan, this is a gift from Grandpa Meng to you. Take it."
Tuantuan put her little hands behind her back and said in a babyish voice, "The TV shows say that you shouldn't accept gifts from strangers."
“I am your Grandpa Meng, not a stranger. You can take me.”
“We don’t know each other, I don’t want to.” Tuantuan stood up and ran into her father’s arms.
Yang Jinchuan held his daughter, his voice icy: "Uncle Meng, what brings you here so suddenly? Just say what you have to say. I need to take Tuantuan to the arcade to fight monsters."
Yang Nanqiao: "Meng Weixing, you suddenly came over, gave my granddaughter a jade bracelet, and bought me so many things. What exactly are you trying to do? There's no reason for you to be so attentive. Just say what you have to say, I'm still waiting to spend time with my granddaughter."
Yang Chengze, along with his five younger brothers, also kept a close eye on Meng Weixing and his son.
It was as if, without a proper reason, a few of them could easily beat them up.
Meng Weixing chuckled and said, "It's like this, my good-for-nothing Meng Qi had his soul taken away by a ghost last night, and he's been missing ever since. I've heard that Tuantuan is very skilled, so I'd like her to help me find Meng Qi's soul."
Meng Xiong: "Meng Qi is such a poor boy. I, as his father, have no way to save him after this happened. Tuantuan, please, Uncle, help Uncle, okay?"
Meng Weixing and his son stated their demands directly, to which Yang Jinchuan sneered: "Uncle Meng, are you joking? My daughter is just a child. No matter how capable she is, can she be as powerful as your family of metaphysical experts? If you can't solve the problem, how can our family solve it? You've asked the wrong person. You should go back and find someone else to help you as soon as possible."
Yang Nanqiao: "Old Meng, did you forget to take your medicine before you went out?"
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