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"Steward, where did today's newspaper go?"
Qing Guo Bo, returning from his morning exercise, glanced at the empty tea table. In the past, the newspaper was always placed here; why was it missing today?
"Grandfather!"
Qin Bo, who was busy arranging tasks for the servants, hurried over upon hearing Qing Guo Bo's voice, his head lowered, not daring to meet Qing Guo Bo's gaze.
"Where's the newspaper?"
A single newspaper could reveal significant news, so reading the paper was something Qing Guo Bo did without fail every day.
"I... I lost today's newspaper!"
Qin Bo lowered his head even further. "I lost today's newspaper!"
"You're talking nonsense..."
Qing Guo Bo angrily slammed the table, startling Qin Bo into quickly raising his head. Seeing the anger on Qing Guo Bo's face made his own turn pale.
"Grandfather, please don't be angry!"
Their hot-tempered Grandfather... Qin Bo stole a glance at Qing Guo Bo, who was spreading out the newspaper. Suddenly, his face turned ashen. "Crash!"
The newspaper was thrown to the ground with a fierce motion, and in a voice resembling a roar, he shouted, "Qing Cang, you little brat, come down here!"
On the second floor, Qing Cang, who usually slept lightly, impatiently turned over and stubbornly covered his ears with a pillow, ignoring Qing Guo Bo's roar from downstairs.
"Qing Cang!"
Seeing that Qing Cang had not appeared after a while, Qing Guo Bo bent down to pick up the newspaper from the floor and stomped up the stairs. Behind him, Qin Bo wore a worried expression and hurried to Qing Cang's room around the corner...
"Boom!"
The sound was so loud that it shook the floor several times. Qing Cang opened his eyes, feigning confusion as he looked at Qing Guo Bo glaring at him. His gaze drifted past him to the battered door lying on the ground. His mind began to race; it seemed he hadn't done anything recently to provoke this Ancestor!
"We, the Qing Family, have been disgraced by you, you filthy brat!"
Qing Guo Bo angrily threw the newspaper at Qing Cang. The glaring headline caught Qing Cang's cold gaze: "Third Generation Red 'Hero Saves Beauty' Causes a Ruckus at Stunning World." Below it was an extremely ambiguous photo of Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou. Although only a profile of Qing Cang was visible, his handsome facial features would be instantly recognizable to anyone who knew him. In contrast, Shen Qingyou's face was clearly visible, her delicate and enchanting features, with slightly upturned lips that seemed to convey a silent allure.
Damn it!
Qing Cang cursed under his breath, his expression dark as he climbed out of bed. Just as he was about to step out, he was stopped by Qing Guo Bo: "Where do you think you're going? Aren't you embarrassed enough?" A piercing glare swept across Qing Cang's face.
Qing Cang's face turned ashen, his temples throbbing: "Grandpa, let go!"
He was very worried about Serene; those reporters were relentless and would soon track her down, buzzing around her like annoying flies. Would this news disrupt the agreement he had with Yuan Mufang last night? He desperately wanted to see her; he couldn't wait even a second...
"Cang!"
Qingcang Nation appeared at the corner, his tall figure weighed down by heavy emotions. He glanced at the door lying on the floor, his square face filled with anger: "Let go of him! How can you treat your grandfather this way?"
"Dad, I need to go out!"
"From now on, you are not allowed to go anywhere!"
"Grandpa!"
"No discussion! Qin Bo, take away all his communication devices!"
"Sir."
"Dad."
"Grandpa."
Three voices called out simultaneously to Qing Guo Bo. Qing Cang's eyes were clouded with gloom. He wanted to say something more but was firmly held back by Qingcang Nation. He had already learned from Qin Bo about the general situation. Although he didn't know all the details, how could his father, who valued reputation above all else, allow such a scandal to emerge from their family? Glancing sideways, he tapped on the newspaper; the woman in the picture looked dazed and intoxicated, her expression like that of a seductive fairy leaning against Qing Cang's chest, her gaze seemingly enticing him silently. "Dad, we can't wrong Cang'er in this matter. What if that woman was drunk and seduced Cang'er?"
"Dad."
Qing Cang called out displeased but was met with a fierce glare from Qingcang Nation.
"Going to those kinds of places is not acceptable!"
"Dad, it's a different era now. Young people occasionally want to have some fun, and that's understandable!"
Qing Cang supported Qing Guo Bo as they walked toward the stairs, turning back to warn Qing Cang not to act rashly. If he angered this old man again, even he wouldn't be able to help.
Qing Cang frustratedly threw himself onto the bed. Downstairs, he could still vaguely hear Qing Guo Bo's endless chatter. He raised his gaze toward the window; it was clearly a sunny morning, but why did he feel like it was a sign of an impending storm?
In an inconspicuous motel, the cramped room could barely fit a bed and two nightstands. Under a slightly yellowed blanket, Shen Qingyou curled up tightly, her brows furrowed, caught between sleep and wakefulness...
"Buzz... Buzz..."
The phone on the nightstand vibrated incessantly. Once, twice—Shen Qingyou ignored it, but the phone seemed determined to keep ringing.
Reluctantly picking up the phone, she quickly sat up when she saw the name on the screen. She pressed the call button, and immediately a sharp female voice came through: "Hey, Youyou, it's already past noon! Are you still sleeping?"
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