One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

He politely cupped his hands in greeting: "Chu Lan, I hope my unauthorized visit today hasn't disturbed your cultivation?"

"No way, we're very idle here all day long."

Zhang Chulan, with great perceptiveness, took the two exquisite gift boxes from the bodyguard and led the father and daughter to the back hall.

The back hall was filled with the gentle fragrance of sandalwood incense.

Zhang Tianyi, dressed in a loose long gown, was leaning back in a rosewood armchair.

Beside her, Chen Duo was bowing her head, carefully brewing a pot of new tea on a small stove.

Seeing Feng Zhenghao walk in, Zhang Tianyi only raised his eyes slightly and casually pointed to the guest seat opposite him.

"Xiao Feng is here, have a seat."

"This junior greets True Man Tian Shu."

Feng Zhenghao was not at a loss because of the other party's casualness; on the contrary, he bowed even more respectfully.

Feng Shayan also bowed slightly.

"senior."

After Feng Zhenghao sat down, his tone carried just the right amount of apology:

“There was a decent auction in the capital last night. I was thinking of bidding on a jujube wood ruler struck by lightning, to give to you to play with and amuse you.”

"Unfortunately, something went wrong halfway through, and the Changqing Group snatched her away."

"I apologize for my incompetence, which is why I brought two boxes of specially supplied Da Hong Pao tea today."

After listening, Zhang Tianyi glanced at the two exquisitely packaged tea boxes.

Instead of getting angry, he chuckled softly.

"It's just a broken wooden ruler, nothing special."

Zhang Tianyi picked up a cup of tea that Chen Duo had just poured for her, her tone remarkably clear:

"Things in this world are all about fate. If someone is willing to pay a high price to be ripped off, why should you insist on fighting for that pride?"

"Your gift of Da Hong Pao tea is very generous; I'm almost out of tea here."

Feng Zhenghao felt a surge of warmth in his heart upon hearing these words.

This gentleman is indeed reasonable and doesn't get hung up on those fancy formalities.

"Your teachings are truly wise, senior. I have learned a great deal."

Feng Zhenghao's face regained its gentle smile, ready to take advantage of this lighthearted conversation to further strengthen their relationship.

He turned slightly to the side, wanting to push his daughter to the front to show her face.

"Shayan, what are you standing there for? Go and help Miss Chen Duo pour some tea for the master."

Feng Zhenghao subtly gave him a wink.

Although Feng Shayan was proud, she restrained her temper in front of Zhang Tianyi and obediently stepped forward.

Just then.

Zhang Tianyi blew on the floating tea leaves on his teacup, his gaze naturally falling on Feng Shayan.

He looked the girl up and down and nodded in satisfaction.

"Little Wind."

Zhang Tianyi put down his teacup, his tone very familiar, as if chatting casually:

"Your timing is perfect. I heard from that kid Chu Lan that..."

Zhang Tianyi paused, his eyes revealing a hint of elder's kindness and concern:

"Your family is busy preparing for the wedding lately? Is Shayan getting married soon?"

"..."

In a word.

The gentle smile on Feng Zhenghao's face froze on his lips.

He felt as if he had heard something out of the Arabian Nights.

Feng Shayan was as if struck by lightning.

Her hand, which had just reached out to take the teapot, trembled, and her entire face instantly turned red.

"Get...married?"

Feng Zhenghao turned his head stiffly and glanced at his daughter, who also looked completely bewildered.

He then turned to look at Zhang Tianyi.

"Senior...what brings you to say that?"

Feng Zhenghao's voice was somewhat unsettled:

"Shayan doesn't even have a boyfriend she's seriously dating, so... how come she's getting married?"

"No?"

Zhang Tianyi raised an eyebrow, appearing even more surprised than Feng Zhenghao.

He turned his head and his gaze locked onto Zhang Chulan, who was peeking in from the doorway.

"Grandson, come in."

Zhang Tianyi waved his hand, his tone wistful:

"Didn't you tell me that the Feng family girl and that kid who plays with throwing knives hit it off at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and are now at the point of discussing marriage?"

"Is your intelligence work diluted with water?"

"Shh!"

All eyes in the back hall were like tangible blades, fixed on Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan stood outside the threshold, still holding the shoe brush in his hand.

He felt a chill run down his spine and broke out in a cold sweat.

Die, die, die!

Zhang Chulan was wailing inwardly.

The reason he fabricated this gossip in front of Zhang Tianyi was simply because Feng Zhenghao always tried to match him up with Feng Shayan, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

To avoid the trouble of such a marriage between wealthy families, he casually amplified the ambiguous gossip about Feng Shayan and Jia Zhengliang at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony tenfold and reported it to the clerk.

Who would have thought.

This seemingly indifferent old man actually remembered such trivial gossip very clearly!

And what's more, he completely killed the conversation in front of the person's own father!

"Um... Master, Chairman Feng..."

Zhang Chulan chuckled twice, then reluctantly took a step back.

"This is all a misunderstanding... It's just hearsay, and hearsay always tends to have some exaggeration..."

"Zhang! Chu! Lan!"

A furious roar, fueled by gritted teeth, abruptly interrupted his attempts to justify himself.

Feng Shayan's cold and beautiful face was now completely black with anger.

As an unmarried young woman, how can anyone tolerate having such lewd rumors spread about her in front of her elders?!

"How dare you slander my innocence outside?!"

Feng Shayan didn't even care about maintaining the proper demeanor of a well-bred lady.

She stomped her high heels off the ground.

"Hundred-Step Fist!"

There was no need to close the distance; Feng Shayan threw a punch directly.

Her fist pierced through space and appeared out of thin air right next to Zhang Chulan's left cheek!

"Holy crap! Shayan, let me explain!"

Zhang Chulan reacted extremely quickly, his whole body flashing with golden light, and he narrowly blocked the punch with his arm.

But he didn't dare fight back at all, and could only cover his head and start running wildly down the corridor.

"Screw your explanation! If I don't beat you to a pulp today, I'm not a Feng!"

Feng Shayan chased after him in a fit of rage, her fists flashing in the air as she relentlessly attacked Zhang Chulan all over the courtyard.

The yard erupted in chaos.

"Hey! Don't hit my face! I still need my looks to make a living!"

"Old Wang! Help, Old Wang!"

Wang Ye, lying under the pillar, calmly rolled over, covering his face even more thoroughly with the book, and muttered something under his breath:

"Those who reap what they sow will not live. May the Heavenly Venerable bestow boundless blessings."

In the back hall.

Looking at the "chase and kill drama" unfolding outside.

Feng Zhenghao's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

He watched Zhang Chulan being chased and beaten all over the yard, but countless thoughts raced through his mind.

"Jia Zhengliang from Jiajia Village, the one who throws knives?"

Feng Zhenghao pondered to himself, his eyes becoming deep.

“During the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, Sha Yan did drink with that kid out of spite… Could it be…”

No one knows a daughter better than her father, and Feng Zhenghao understood his daughter's proud and awkward personality all too well.

Although Zhang Chulan is a rascal who can't keep his mouth shut, there might actually be a little bit of truth to these baseless rumors!