538: C538 Thought I Really Wanted It?

C538 Thought I Really Wanted It?

Old Nazhi had told her in advance, so Susan took Ling Yao to the study.

She scanned the interior of the room. Other than the changes in the books on the bookshelves, some of them were still the same. Even Old Nazhi's habit of staying on the balcony had not changed.

Susan bowed to Ling Yao and left. Ling Yao took a step forward with his long legs. His bright leather shoes landed on the clean and clean floor. He wanted to lower his footsteps as much as possible, but every step was loud and clear.

These years, Old Nazhi's body was not as good as before. He had already sat in a wheelchair. These few months of painstaking thinking had made him even more exhausted. From time to time, he could hear a few coughs coming from him. Hearing it in Ling Yao's ears, it made him feel uncomfortable.

It was not that he did not want to be friendly with Old Nazhi. He wanted to be like a grandfather and grandson before he turned twelve, but these few years, he could not make Old Nazhi change his prejudice against him. In the old man's heart, he would never be as important as his father!

When Ling Yao got closer, he saw a chess piece placed in front of Old Nazhi. It was the old man's biggest hobby during his free time.

In the past, Old Nazhi taught him how to play chess. He told him that the game contained the philosophy of life that was strange and mysterious. The way to play chess could also be used in the business world.

Old Nazhi seemed to have been trapped by the game in front of him. He stared at the chessboard obsessively, but did not dare to place a piece for a long time.

Ling Yao stood by the side for a while. Without Old Nazhi's invitation, Ling Yao automatically sat across from him and took the black piece and placed it down. "Since it is already so difficult to deal with this game of chess, why don't you take a break?"

He was already so old, yet he was still like a young man. He was risking his life in the mall. Was the glory of the first half of his life not enough for him?

He clearly saw that he had no chance of winning. He clearly knew that even if he admitted defeat, he would not kill his grandfather. Why did he still stubbornly accept the challenge, even if it hurt him, he still had to persist?

He hated him so much. Was he going to treat it as a lifelong enemy that would not rest until one of them died?!

Old Nazhi's face was expressionless, and the wrinkles on his face looked more and more old. He continued to play Ling Yao's game. "You came here today to show off?"

Ling Yao wrote his piece. "Those who are truly proud are not worthy of showing off to the loser."

Old Nazhi was stunned for a moment. This sentence sounded familiar. If he remembered correctly, it was what he taught the other party in the past.

That's right. In the blink of an eye, twenty years had passed. The young lad from back then had grown into an outstanding man in front of him!

Old Nazhi was in a trance. He lowered his head and suddenly saw the white piece that Ling Yao had knocked down earlier block his last path. The anger that had been accumulating in his chest for the past few days was suddenly ignited. Old Nazhi grabbed the chess piece and threw it at Ling Yao furiously. "Do you think you can be tough just because you won once?"

Ling Yao did not have time to dodge. His forehead was in pain. A warm flow slid down and dyed his vision red.

He simply wiped it with his hand and endured Old Nazhi's scolding without any change in expression.

"Rebellion! Childish! Foolish! Are you still a three-year-old child? As a member of the Nazhi family, it is your duty and duty to protect the honor of the family with all your heart. Do you know how many people are watching the internal strife of the Nazhi family? The dignified Nazhi family has become the laughing stock of outsiders. My face has been completely thrown away by you! Cough cough! Cough cough ~ "

Old Nazhi was really old after all. After a round of scolding, he kept coughing in anger. His face turned red.

"Then what do I think? Who cares what I think?" Ling Yao restrained himself and asked in a deep voice.

"Your idea is to do these stupid things all of a sudden?" Old Nazhi grabbed the crutch and threw it hard on the ground to express the anger in his heart.

"Huh, stupid things, are they unreasonable existences as long as they go against your wishes? Even if my life is messed up and full of pain?" Ling Yao held his bleeding forehead and was abnormally calm. "Are those things really that important? More important than your own grandson?"

"Shut up!" Veins popped out on Old Nazhi's forehead.

"Heh ~ You want to admit that I am your biological grandson? Isn't it worse than killing you?" Ling Yao's eyes were filled with a sinister look. "What's funny is that you hate me so much, but because I have half of your son's blood flowing in my veins, and I have a unique genetic talent, you still need to rely on me to bring the Nazhi family to greater heights!"

"I told you to shut up, but you can't hear me?" Old Nazhi raised his walking stick and was about to hit Ling Yao.

The walking stick was blocked by a strong hand in the air. Unlike Ian, who would be punished by Old Nazhi if he made any mistakes, this was the first time Old Nazhi had hit this grandson.

"Grandpa, if you want to live a few more years, then don't get angry." Ling Yao held the table and got up. "If you lose, then you lose. Don't get old and can't afford to lose!"

"You!" Old Nazhi was so angry that his face turned red. This was the first time he felt that Ling Yao was out of control. He was no longer a lone wolf who could only show obedience to him no matter how proud he was. He was a lion that had woken up from its deep slumber!

Ling Yao stood up and let go of his walking stick. When he turned around, he paused and sneered at Old Nazhi with his back facing him. "Family honor? Face? Noble bloodline? Origin? Do you think I really care about it?"1

If possible, he would rather not have the surname Nazhi!

Old Nazhi looked at Ling Yao's back as he gradually walked away and said unwillingly, "No matter how much you hate Nazhi's surname, it will not change your birth!"

Ling Yao pretended not to hear him. Of course, he knew this very well. He was the honor of Nazhi family. Even if he wanted to break away from this identity, Old Nazhi would never allow it.

Seeing the other party's calm expression, Old Nazhi continued to roar at his back, "Don't think that I don't know that woman might still be alive. You have been looking for her all these years!"

Hearing this, Ling Yao stopped in his tracks, his back facing Old Nazhi. It was as if he had been hit by a reverse scale, and his eyes were terrifyingly cold.

Finally, he turned his head slightly and said something that seemed to be true but not true, "No matter if it is my parents or Lynch, everyone is good. If they were here, I would not have been so lonely and tired all these years, but this is just a fantasy after all..."

After saying that, Ling Yao opened the door and walked out. Susan, who was guarding outside the door, faced the man who was full of Asura killing intent and was silent like cicadas in winter. She subconsciously lowered her head to send him away. After this battle, she also realized that Ling Yao was no longer the young master that they could toy with as they pleased!

Ling Yao walked away with a cold expression. His hands, which were hanging by his sides, unconsciously clenched into fists.

That matter was actually noticed by the old man!

He did not know if he had intervened or not. It would be troublesome if he succeeded first!

In the room, Old Nazhi was still staring at the door, his chest heaving up and down.

"Knock, knock ~" There were a few knocks on the door.

"Cough, cough ~ Get lost! Don't come and disturb me now!" Old Nazhi coughed twice and scolded angrily.

However, even though he had given the order, the door was still gently opened. Uncle Jiu was wearing a fitting suit and a vest. He held the tray firmly with one hand and appeared at the door.

No matter from which angle he looked at it, he looked like a qualified old butler.

In fact, many years ago, his young master was Mr. Nazhi in the beginning, but he was later sent to take care of his young master. He was also Ling Yao's father. Later, something happened to his young master's family. He stayed in the castle where the young master lived until the condition of Old Nazhi's body had deteriorated over the past two years. Uncle Jiu returned to his side to serve him.

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