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"Did you see that? What do you think? This guy is quite romantic!"
Mu Beiyao noticed that Su Xing had been silent for a long time, realizing she was taken aback. However, knowing her temperament, he guessed her shock outweighed any surprise.
Su Xing remained quiet as well.
"Alright, stop dazing for a moment. I’ll be there in about ten minutes," Mu Beiyao said, genuinely concerned for Su Xing. Despite the teasing, he never skimped on companionship and care.
After a few seconds of silence, Mu Beiyao heard some rustling sounds, followed by Su Xing's voice: "Mu Beiyao, don’t come over just yet. I need to step out for a bit; we can talk later."
Su Xing hung up first.
In front of her was a sleek Alphard with its automatic doors open. Two well-built men in black training suits stepped out; they had the demeanor of soldiers. From the front seat emerged an elderly man with striking white hair, dressed in a Tang suit, exuding an air of leisure as if he were a cultivator.
"Miss Su," Shen Lao beckoned.
So this distinguished elder was merely Shen Lao's envoy?
Su Xing couldn't help but eye him warily.
"I am Shen Lao's personal steward; my name is Xi Xin."
"Miss Su, there’s no need to be afraid. If you wish to inform the young master immediately, you may do so; if not, he will find out soon enough."
Xi Xin had a keen insight into human nature and could pinpoint issues with precision; his manner of speaking carried an undeniable authority that compelled trust. He was undoubtedly a formidable character.
If he served Shen Lao, then Shen Lao must be even more formidable.
Over the years, Su Xing had cultivated a fearless disposition in the face of danger. Now that she refused to get in the car, it seemed unlikely she would remain here peacefully. The two men who had stepped out earlier had stern faces and an intimidating presence—perhaps they were the gentler ones among them!
As Su Xing regained her composure, the car had already exited the underground parking lot and merged onto the interstate highway. The vehicle was remarkably quiet; it felt as though she could hardly hear the breathing of the four people inside.
Her mind raced as she searched for what she knew about Shen Lao. He was a successful businessman who had once been in the military, but when he retired, Su Xing was still just a toddler and couldn’t possibly know much about him.
However, it seemed that this old man now sending Shen Jingyu on errands might indeed be following his own past patterns? What were the chances that he was here to seek retribution?
Could it be that he wants to arrange a family marriage for Shen Jingyu, or perhaps the Shen Family has already betrothed Shen Jingyu to someone? Su Xing instinctively thought it was a matter of feelings, completely unaware that Shen Lao was actually an eccentric old man.
On the northern outskirts, nestled halfway up a mountain, stood a heavily guarded estate. After driving through the imposing first gate and passing several similarly grand entrances for half an hour, the car finally stopped in front of a courtyard at the center.
There stood a three-story villa with a quaint Republican-era style. In front of it lay a stone platform, flanked by two vegetable gardens, and further ahead was a natural yellow wax stone about half a person’s height, inscribed with the three characters "Shen Guan."
It was Su Xing's first visit to such a place. As dusk approached and the evening glow spread across the sky, the courtyard was paved entirely with marble instead of soil. The golden sunlight cast upon it created a shimmering effect.
How luxurious this life must be! And it had been like this for sixty-seven years, or even longer. However, these were merely the most unremarkable sights Su Xing encountered. The true beauty lay beside the stone garden, where two elderly figures with silver hair still exuded vitality.
Their faces radiated peace and tranquility, embodying years of experience and wisdom; every movement and stillness seemed to paint an exquisite picture.
Shen Zhengxin set down his small spade used for digging soil and looked up at his companion, an elderly lady across from him. His voice was loud yet held a hint of tenderness as he said, "Ah Hui, you should go inside and rest."
Cheng Hui responded softly at first, then turned her gaze back toward Su Xing for a few seconds before silently entering the house. Su Xing thought to himself that he didn’t quite understand what she meant; perhaps she wasn’t one to initiate conversation despite feeling somewhat impolite.
Shen Zhengxin still didn’t spare Su Xing a glance. He turned away and walked to a nearby pair of wicker chairs shaded by an umbrella. After taking a couple of steps, he coldly commanded, "Come here."
There was no warmth in his tone; it was chillingly stern and imposing. The mere back of an elderly man could exude such pressure.
"Hello, Elder Shen," Su Xing thought as he realized that since he had called her here, he would surely explain the details.
"Do you know why I asked you to come here?" The old man tested her.
Su Xing cautiously replied, "Is it because you want to meet those around Shen Jingyu? After all, in my understanding, Shen Jingyu has only recently returned to the Shen Family." Moreover, starting today, her own identity felt quite awkward.
Upon hearing this, Shen Lao glanced up at Su Xing for the first time.
He lowered his gaze again and muttered, "He does resemble him." This single statement left everyone utterly confused. His temperament was somewhat similar as well, and he continued speaking as if to himself.
Su Xing wanted to ask, "Who do I resemble that you know?!" But in this situation, she found herself unable to voice the question. An eerie silence ensued. Just when Su Xing could no longer hold back her urge to speak, Shen Lao finally broke the silence.
"Jing Yu is about to face a very difficult battle. Can you wholeheartedly stand by his side?"
Su Xing furrowed her brows. "Are you trying to recruit allies for your grandson? Your grandson has already made it widely known that he intends to marry her. Are you in favor or against this? You come in here stating he needs allies?"
"Do I look like one?"
Su Xing candidly replied, "Shen Lao, I honestly have no idea what he plans to do. How can I stand with him? Besides, even if I answered your question, would that be the answer Shen Jingyu wants?"
Shen Zhengxin blinked. The girl stood just two steps away from him, and despite the chilling atmosphere he had deliberately created, she showed no signs of trembling. Instead, she even dared to retort back at him; she had some courage.
Shen Zhengxin had no intention of answering Su Xing's question. He spoke instead about what he wanted to convey: "Years ago, there was a notorious family whose head was named Zhan Zun. Whether he is still alive, I do not know. For now, let’s refer to them as the Zhan Family Members. They committed heinous acts without any moral boundaries. The country invested a lot of resources and paid a heavy price before finally driving them out of the nation. Yet they have never been completely eradicated."
"Thus, they will inevitably return to reclaim their homeland."
Shen Lao fell silent, prompting Su Xing to analyze calmly: "Given all this, why isn't there a global manhunt? Do we really have to wait until they return before we can deal with them? And why involve Shen Jingyu, a businessman, in resolving this threat? Is there no one left in the country?!"
"Such arrogance! The country has sacrificed so much; what can you children possibly understand?! That is a blood price!" Shen Lao's expression revealed no discernible emotions, but his tone suddenly rose sharply.
It was clear that Shen Zhengxin held his beliefs and convictions as sacred and inviolable.
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