"They're really going to drive me crazy!" The old man slammed his cane down again, looking even angrier than before.
Unable to dissuade him, Butler Chen had no choice but to shut his mouth and let the old man keep nagging.
…
At the doorway, Qiao Nansheng stood there watching the old man's departing figure. Even from this distance, she could almost feel his anger.
She tugged at Zhou Cheng's sleeve, a little scared, "How about... we run away? We're not going in. Grandpa seems really angry."
Zhou Cheng looked at her, raising an eyebrow: "Run away? You think you can get away? Grandpa is old, even if he's not sick, he'll scare you into not daring to run away."
"..." Qiao Nansheng, who deeply understood the situation, shut her mouth and stopped talking.
After a moment of silence, she said again, "Then... are we really going in? I feel like Grandpa will skin me alive."
Just look at the old man's movements with his cane and the words he shouted; it's no exaggeration to say that the ground trembled.
"It's okay, I'm here." Zhou Cheng rubbed her head. "Grandpa will only say some angry words, he won't really hit you, he'll just hit me a few times at most."
Anyway, the cane often fell on him, and after a long time without being hit like that, he even missed it a little.
His attempt at comfort was like offering no comfort at all; Qiao Nansheng became even more anxious, gripping his hand tightly: "Does it hurt a lot when Grandpa hits people? What if he really hits you later?"
Zhou Cheng didn't know when the contract was signed; he only found out later. If the old man got angry with her and couldn't bring himself to hit her, he would feel very guilty. Just thinking about it now makes her feel a little guilty.
"That won't kill him." Zhou Cheng said nonchalantly. Seeing Qiao Nansheng's worried look, he felt inexplicably comfortable. He pinched her fair cheek and said gently, "Don't worry, even if Grandpa gets so angry that he chases after me, there's still Aunt Chen. Aunt Chen will help."
"But……"
She hesitated for a moment, only managing to utter two words, when she heard the old man's angry voice coming from inside—"What are you still dawdling about? Get in here right now!!"
"..."
"Let's go." Zhou Cheng pulled her inside.
In the living room, the old man sat at one end of the sofa, leaving the other side empty as a special arrangement for them.
Aunt Chen was preparing tea in the kitchen. As soon as the two of them sat down, she brought out the tea and placed it on the coffee table, smiling as she said, "This is a fine tea from the lake that the old master's friend brought over. Young master and madam, please try it. If the old master says it's good, he'll share some with you."
Old Master Zhou's eyes widened: "When did I say such a thing? How come I don't know anything about it?"
Aunt Chen wasn't afraid of him at all. "You said it before the young master and madam came back, and you said it a few days ago too."
"..." Feeling like he'd been slapped in the face, Old Master Zhou snorted heavily and remained silent.
Qiao Nansheng then felt the atmosphere in the living room had eased considerably. She thanked Aunt Chen, picked up her teacup, and took a sip. It was a little hot, but the fragrant and sweet taste was much better than ordinary tea. It didn't have that strong bitterness, only a slight bitterness.
It might not taste like much to people who like strong tea, but it's just right for those who prefer weak tea or don't know how to drink tea.
Qiao Nansheng usually enjoys drinking tea, but she doesn't like strong tea. Strong tea tastes too bitter, and although it has a sweet aftertaste, she just can't get used to it. She prefers weak tea.
The tea was a gift from the old man's friend, and it just happened to suit her taste.
Seeing the smile spread across her face, Aunt Chen knew that the woman liked the tea. To lighten the mood, Aunt Chen asked with a smile, "Madam, is the tea delicious?"
"Delicious!" Qiao Nansheng nodded immediately, exaggerating her first impression after drinking the tea.
Old Master Zhou's gloomy expression softened slightly at her words, and he snorted heavily, saying, "Even if it's delicious, I won't give it to you!"
Aunt Chen smiled helplessly. The old man just liked to be stubborn. He said he would give the tea to Madam before they came back, but he denied it now that they were back.
"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" Old Master Zhou glanced at Aunt Chen, picked up his cane and tapped Qiao Nansheng's leg lightly. He said with a stern face, "I'm asking you, if I hadn't found out myself, would you and Zhou Cheng have kept it from me all this time?"
"No! Really, no!" Qiao Nansheng said immediately, her tone reassuring. "Grandpa, you can believe me. I really didn't intend to hide it from you. I just forgot to tell you. I did want to tell you, but I've been so busy... when I get busy, I just..."
Under Old Master Zhou's watchful gaze, her voice grew louder and louder as she spoke, uttering the last syllable.
Qiao Nansheng chickened out.
Okay, she admitted that, apart from Zhou Cheng, Qiao Nansheng was most afraid of the old man.
However, the fears of the two were different. She was genuinely afraid of Zhou Cheng, a fear that came from the bottom of her heart. But the old man's fear was more like, how should I put it, a fear stemming from familial affection, a fear that he might misunderstand and get angry, and then truly ignore her in the future.
After all, in the Zhou family, the old man was the only one who treated Qiao Nansheng so well, whether she was a domineering CEO or a male god.
"You've already forgotten?" Old Master Zhou finished her sentence and added, seeing Qiao Nansheng nod awkwardly, he snorted again: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You can fool a three-year-old with this kind of talk, but do you think I'm that easily fooled?"
“The school resigned at the end of the month and left, and today is already the 4th! You’ve been playing at home for so many days, and you only went to Huaying to start training today. You’re telling me you’re busy? What are you busy with?” The old man got agitated as he spoke. If he hadn’t felt it was inappropriate to say it, he would have just blurted out, “Busy my ass!”
He extended his cane toward Zhou Cheng and said fiercely to Qiao Nansheng, "Tell me honestly, why did you decide to go into the entertainment industry? You know how much I dislike A-Cheng in the entertainment industry! If you don't explain yourself clearly, A-Cheng will take this beating for you."
Old Master Zhou raised his cane, waiting for Qiao Nansheng to speak. If what she said displeased him, he would strike Zhou Cheng with his cane.
The old man's eldest grandson didn't care about her at all. Qiao Nansheng had witnessed this firsthand. Although it wasn't in this book, she felt there was probably no difference.
And for some reason, she always had a premonition that the old man in this book would hit people harder than the old man in the domineering CEO novel.
Glancing at the thick cane, imagining the old man hitting Zhou Cheng hard, the pain... Qiao Nansheng couldn't help but shudder. She swallowed and said, "Grandpa, let's talk this out. Please take the cane off first."
Grandpa Zhou remained unmoved: "Speak up now! If you don't, I'll hit your man."
"……"beat!
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