Su Qianxun could not believe that the old man she saved the other day was Long Sijue's grandfather.
"Don't stand there. Come on in."
Su Qianxun was dumbfounded.
Elder Long led Su Qianxun to the main hall. He held her hand and talked to her for a while before instructing Long Sijue to take her somewhere to rest. He said that when the banquet began, he would send someone to get her.
...
In Long Aotian's room, Long Aotian was pinning Lan Qingcheng against the wall.
Lan Qingcheng was in great pain. She wriggled and struggled in his arms. "Uncle Long, what are you doing? You're hurting me!"
"What did you just do? Throwing yourself into my third son's arms. Are you that eager!?" Long Aotian tightened his grip on her as he clutched at her wrists.
"I didn't… I just… I saw that Su Qianxun, that little sl*t, was here and I did it on purpose… Uncle Long, it hurts..." Lan Qingcheng squirmed in agony.
