Day n of not wanting to be a kept man's canary

Leng Tingye walked ahead with his hands in his pockets, followed by Uncle Fu. When they arrived at the study door, it was half-closed.

The old man was writing at his desk.

Before Uncle Fu could even knock on the door, Leng Tingye went in. Uncle Fu glanced helplessly at the old man, as if he wanted to say something.

The old man raised his hand and silently withdrew outside the door.

Leng Tingye wandered around the study, then plopped down on the desk, looking at the vigorous characters on the Xuan paper. "Wow, you have quite the refined taste, sir!"

The old man didn't stop writing; he continued writing the unfinished character before looking up and saying, "When you get old, writing is just a way to temper your temper."

He took the pen directly from the old man's hand, twirled it between his fingertips, and said, "You're really getting old; you can't even hold a pen anymore!"

With his hands empty, the old man didn't want to write anymore. He wiped his hands and said in a serious tone, "The future ultimately belongs to you young people."

"Hahahaha." Leng Tingye tilted his head back and laughed lightly. "What, did the old man invite me here in the middle of the night just to talk to me about life?"

The old man had originally intended to subtly probe Leng Tingye, but seeing his expression, he had no choice but to change the subject.

The old man casually asked, "What do you think of the second son's fiancée?"

On the surface, it was to solicit his opinion, but in reality, it was a test.

Leng Tingye's eyes turned cold for a moment, then returned to their usual roguish tone, "Perfect!"

The old man frowned. "Get serious!"

Leng Tingye raised an eyebrow. "Don't you already know? Why are you asking when you already know the answer?"

Leng Tingye knew what the old man was talking about. As soon as Mu Yanxin left, Uncle Fu came into Nanyuan. Anyone could see what had happened inside.

Not to mention Old Master Leng, he can tell at a glance what's going on and who's who. From the first family banquet, he understood everything from the way Leng Tingye looked at Mu Yan.

In order to maintain harmony in the family, he tried to arrange a partner for Leng Tingye.

I thought he was just playing around, but I didn't expect him to go even further today.

The old man suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth, "What kind of behavior is it for you to get involved with the second son's fiancée? She's your future sister-in-law!"

“Yes!” Leng Tingye remained unmoved, moving closer and staring into the old man’s eyes. “Isn’t your sister-in-law even more fun?”

"You..." The old man was speechless, choked by the words.

"You have no idea what that feeling is, it's incredibly pleasurable." Leng Tingye squinted, savoring the memory. "That's true, you've never had that with your sister-in-law!"

The old man, already quite old, was furious at being made a crude joke. His face turned purple with anger, and he struggled to breathe. "You...you scoundrel!"

He patted the old man's back tenderly, saying, "Don't act like you're old now, your body can't take it."

"In short, you need to keep your distance from that Mu woman." The old man knew Leng Tingye's personality well; force wouldn't work. He suppressed his anger. "I heard you've already acquired half of the operating rights for K Wharf."

K Pier, the largest pier in Tiandu, is where all foreign trade transactions are completed.

K Pier is under the Lan family's control. It was only passed into his hands a few days ago, and he hasn't even had a chance to get used to it yet.

"Hmm~" Leng Tingye replied casually.

"I also heard that you confiscated several batches of medical equipment and medicines belonging to your family."

"Looks like your hearing still works, you're not deaf." Leng Tingye smirked, his face suddenly turning cold. "Have you heard that I almost died a couple of days ago?"

"Have you heard? My parents died a terrible death because of this batch of equipment!"

Five years ago, Leng Tingye's parents were killed in an explosion at K Pier during a transaction, leaving no trace of their bodies.

The old man's voice trembled, his cloudy eyes filled with guilt, "What exactly do you want?"

"Hahaha..." Laughter broke out, the pen in his fingertips stopped spinning, and he casually dipped it into the clear glass on the table, the black ink spreading in the water.

That wasn't enough. Leng Tingye stirred the brush, causing the water in the cup to ripple and turn black.

Only then did Leng Tingye relent, loosening his grip on the brush, which then fell completely into the cup.

"Look, the water has turned black, so I've achieved my goal!"

“I know you’ve always harbored resentment over your parents’ deaths, but the past is the past.”

"The past?" Leng Tingye scoffed. "Who the hell is in the past?"

After Leng Tingye left, the old man was so angry that he coughed incessantly.

Uncle Fu hurried inside, found the old man's medicine and gave it to him, his face full of worry, "Your body can't take this kind of stress."

The old man coughed and said, "It's alright!"

"Now you know that the explosion back then was related to the eldest young master, and the position of the family head..."

Halfway through his sentence, Uncle Fu realized he had said too much and stopped talking.

"Old man, you want to say why I didn't give the position of family head to Tingye, right?"

Uncle Fu nodded.

“Having undergone a rebirth, he does indeed have the ability to be the head of the family, and it is precisely because of this that he loses his humanity.”

"If the Leng family falls into his hands, there will be very few survivors."

"You've thought this through very well."

……

She did not see Leng Tingye again for two weeks after the family dinner.

Mu Yanxin stayed at the old house. Feng Yaqin complained that she was too impulsive and told her to stay and learn the ways of the wealthy.

Leng Changqing was nowhere to be seen during the day, but he would always return to Nanyuan on time at night. He always smelled of women's perfume, and on several occasions, there were obvious hickeys on his neck.

Ever since she agreed to turn a blind eye, Leng Changqing has stopped pretending altogether.

That day, after finishing the tasks assigned by Mu Yanxin, Mu Yanxin went out for a stroll.

Before she knew it, she arrived at the gate of Nanyuan, which was tightly closed.

In a daze, she seemed to hear her own voice crying and begging for mercy coming from the courtyard.

Every time he and she had an affair, it was painful, so painful that even the slightest thought of it caused her instinctive physical pain.

Why do I still think about the pain?

It was the life of a zombie that numbed her; only pain made her feel that she was a human being, a living person.

She pushed open the heavy door, which creaked and groaned from its rust.

The first two times, I came at night and couldn't see the surroundings clearly.

Inside the courtyard, the small garden was overgrown with wildflowers that hadn't been trimmed in a long time, and the fishpond was dry and lifeless.

Since she had nothing better to do, Mu Yanxin simply found a pair of scissors and started trimming the flowers and plants.

After a busy afternoon, Mu Yanxin clapped her hands and nodded in satisfaction.

The garden is neatly trimmed, and the fish pond is filled with water; all that's left is to put small fish in.

Having been out for too long, Mu Yanxin dared not linger any longer.

Outside the cold house.

A man in a baseball cap was furtively watching the old house gate.

Song Renshou cursed under his breath, "That brat dared to change her phone number, leaving me here waiting in vain!"

He had been unable to reach Mu Nanxin by phone since the last time, and he had finally managed to find this place. He had been waiting here for almost half a month.

"Hiding won't help, I'll catch you sooner or later! You're quite capable of climbing up to the number one wealthy family in Tiandu."