“Oh,” she looked up with a serious look on her face. “Yan Huan fell into my trap.”
“What trap?” asked Yi Ling, her arms still folded before her chest. She made sure to use less strength, though, so that she wouldn’t accidentally flatten her chest. If her chest was as flat as her back, she would be too ashamed to let anyone see her.
“I tricked her to play the female lead. She had even taken the promotional pictures,” Luo Lin clapped her hands together. “That’s all.”
Yi Ling gave her a thumbs-up.
“Incredible,” she stood up and gave Luo Lin a pat on the shoulders. “Take care. I’ll be heading home. I need to figure out how to settle the matter of Sun Yuhan.”
She flashed Luo Lin a sympathetic look. Sigh, why would she court death like this? How could she trick Yan Huan, of all people?
Luo Lin didn’t really care. She knew the consequences of her action; Yan Huan was a grudge-bearing woman, and wasn’t kind in nature. Then again, what options did she have?
In this world, Yan Huan was probably the best candidate to replace Sun Yuhan, and the only one who could deal with the Ye Family when they start making trouble.
There was another reason, though. She lifted her legs and rested them on the table like Yi Ling.
She let out a soft sigh. She had been the one who guided Yan Huan to the road of stardom, and she didn’t want her career to end here. Yan Huan belonged to the stage, to the industry.
That’s why she had to bring her back, even if it was by deceit.
Soon, Ye Jianguo made his move. Sun Yuhan followed him to Lin Lang, self-satisfied, waiting for Luo Lin and Yi Ling to beg her to reclaim her role. Yet, it was Old Master Lu who came.
Old Master Lu had dyed his hair black, and many of the wrinkles that lined his face had vanished. He looked ten years younger, and was in high spirits. Not only that, he had been exercising regularly, which made him look fitter.
“Why are you here?” demanded Ye Jianguo, looking up. He never held back before others, but he knew he had to weigh his words before Lu Yuanyang, who was around the same age as him.
“Why can’t I be here? This place belongs to the Lei Family. If you can come, why not me?”
Old Master Lu plopped down across Ye Jianguo and threw Sun Yuhan a perfunctory glance.
“Are you that certain she’s Ye Rong’s daughter?”
Sun Yuhan’s heart tremored. Could he have found out about something?
“What do you mean by that?” asked Ye Jianguo, annoyed. He hated it when others doubted Sun Yuhan’s identity. “She’s my granddaughter, and if I’m wrong about it, I’ll go down on all fours and let you ride me like a horse. I’m not old enough to be that stupid.”
“I’m not interested in riding you, and…” Old Master Lu waved. He didn’t want to swear any stupid vows with him. If it had to come to that, though… he would make Ye Jianguo his great-granddaughter’s horse.
“Ah, I almost forgot,” said Old Master Lu, signaling the security officer to fetch his pillow.
Ye Jianguo’s eyes narrowed. A pillow? Was he about to sleep?
As it turned out, Old Master Lu simply used the pillow as a cushion for his back.
“What was I saying again?” The digression had made him forget about what he wanted to say. Sigh, he was getting old. His memory often reminded him of that fact more than his face did.
See, he had done it again.
“Chief…” the security officer whispered something into Old Master Lu’s ears.
“Ah. As I was saying, take a good look at me now,” said Old Master Lu. He was much more amiable these days. At home, he had a charming great-granddaughter who loved to smile, a good and obedient girl who recently learned the word “grandpa”. Old Master Lu was certain that the “grandpa” was meant for him, and that bettered his temper more and more. He even dyed his hair, in case his Little Xunxun mistakes him as an old man.
In the past, the two would have already been at each other’s throat. But now, his tempers had gotten a lot tamer, while Ye Jianguo grew increasingly pugnacious. At this rate, Ye Jianguo would definitely die first.
Old Master Lu studied Sun Yuhan. Under his sharp gaze, Sun Yuhan shuddered, feeling as though she had been seen right through. The old foxes before her had crossed the passage of time, taken lives, and seen revolutions. Before them, she felt naked, vulnerable.
“Leave us be, Yuhan,” said Ye Jianguo. She shouldn’t be at a conversation between two old foxes. “Don’t worry, Gramps will uphold justice for you.”
How ironic, thought Old Master Lu. They both knew who was in the right and who was in the wrong. Can Ye Jianguo touch his heart and feel no guilt, like him?
Sun Yuhan bit her lips and left. Once she was out of the room, she heaved a heavy sigh of relief. She could breathe properly again. The pressure she felt inside the room had been immense.
Old Master Lu shifted his gaze from the door to Ye Jianguo.
“Old Ye. Why does Sun Yuhan not resemble Ye Rong at all?”
“She takes after her father,” said Ye Jianguo, defensive. Why must a girl take after her mother? Why couldn’t she take after her father?
“That might be so. Your son-in-law must have been one ugly bastard, mind you,” observed Old Master Lu, curling his lips in distaste. He wasn’t intent on pressing the truth of Sun Yuhan’s birth, but his words were a sharp stab at Ye Jianguo.
“Ugh, what was I saying again? Ah! I recall it now. You haven’t met my great-granddaughter, have you?”
Ye Jianguo shot him a sharp look.
“You never let me meet her, remember?”
Old Master Lu snorted.
“How could I let them meet someone who almost murdered them? Plus, my Little Xunxun would be frightened by your old face.” If Ye Jianguo was going to be rude, two could play the game.
That got Ye Jianguo good, and he couldn’t find anything to say.
Old Master Lu snorted again. “Your granddaughter isn’t any bit like Rongrong when she was little. We all saw Rongrong as she grew up. Her beauty and kindness was famous in our neighborhood.”
