Mr. Duan pulled Xue Lan’s hand and stuffed the black card in Xue Lan’s palm.
“I want to hold a grandson soon… Oh, no, granddaughter is also okay too. I don’t mind! Anything you want is fine. I’ll use everything…”
Xue Lan froze in his spot.
His prepared ‘Uncle, I cannot accept your money, but when it’s the right time I will leave your son’ got stuck in his throat.
Mr. Duan continued talking, but Xue Lan was so dazzled he couldn’t process any more words.
What?!
It’s fine to make him leave.
But a grandson… what?!
Xue Lan’s face was so red it was about to drip with blood. He awkwardly shook his head, but he couldn’t take his hand back.
“What are you doing?”
At this moment, Duan Wenzheng returned. Seeing the two struggling figures, he strode up with a dark face and pulled Xue Lan behind him.
After he saw the thing in his father’s hand clearly, his expression instantly became darker.
“What are you doing with this?”
“T-This…” Mr. Duan didn’t expect to be caught by him. He awkwardly said, “Lan Lan just came to our home. This is for his pres…”
Duan Wenzheng turned to look at Xue Lan. “He didn’t overstep, did he?”
“No no, you’ve misunderstood.” Xue Lan shook his head in a fluster, then turned to look at the ingredients that were half-prepared. “I’ll wash the vegetables!”
Duan Wenzheng doubtfully watched the person slipping away in a hurry. For a moment there, he had no idea what had just happened.
Seeming to have a guilty conscience, Mr. Duan also turned to cut the ingredients, ignoring the confused look on Duan Wenzheng’s face.
After the three were busy for a long time, several dishes were finally served on the table, and they ate in what could be considered a friendly atmosphere.
Afterward, Xue Lan volunteered to help clean up. Mr. Duan didn’t decline and even asked Duan Wenzheng to help.
Mr. Duan sat in front of the TV after eating; the local TV channel was broadcasting recent news highlights.
“… With the widespread popularity of Dawn of the Apocalypse, esports has officially become a sports competition category, and as it turned out, Team LGW is the best team of Dawn of the Apocalypse.”
When Xue Lan was passing by with a plate, he overheard the news mentioning “esports” and “LGW,” and he couldn’t help but stop in his tracks.
“Today, the old injury of LGW’s leader Wind has relapsed. The news of selecting a successor and the expected retirement has attracted great attention. While Wind served on the team, he brought outstanding achievements. In the hearts of the people in the region, he holds an unshakable position. Today, this radio exclusively interviews Team LGW’s Wind…”
The TV camera focused on Wen Yan.
“Me and my teammates are putting a lot of effort into preparing for the new HCW league. Team LGW will definitely be in our best condition to face the new league.”
Seeing this, Xue Lan let out a long sigh. Even though Wen Yan denied the recurrence of his old injury, this kind of disturbance wouldn’t calm down for any simple reason. What he needed to do was to perform better in the new league so that all the rumors would be quelled.
This also made him, who had planned on retiring, give up the idea once again.
In the end, he still carried too much on his shoulders.
And the rumor this time also made more people watch his hand injury more closely. This made Wen Yan’s situation even more passive. As Xue Lan became lost in thought, the TV channel suddenly changed: the news became a livestream of a soccer competition. From the burst of cheers, Xue Lan lifted his head in surprise, to see Duan Wenzheng throwing the remote aside.
“This boy?!”
But Duan Wenzheng ignored Mr. Duan’s low scolding. He easily pulled Xue Lan, who was still holding the tableware, into the kitchen before his dad could get mad at him.
“What did my dad say a while ago?” Duan Wenzheng asked with a grim face as he properly closed the kitchen door.
“He really didn’t say anything.” Xue Lan put the bowl into the sink. With a guilty conscience, he didn’t dare to look into his eyes.
“Didn’t say anything… and he gave you the card just like that?”
“…”
Duan Wenzheng leaned beside the sink. He said with a serious look, “When did the old man become so generous? He mustn’t have learned the scene from a movie and given you money to leave his son, right?”
“…” Although… that’s what Xue Lan thought too at first.
“Then he’s too petty. I’m his only son. How could he dismiss someone simply with a card?”
“…” Xue Lan indifferently turned and washed the bowl.
But Duan Wenzheng moved closer. “As the only heir of our family, don’t you think I should get the company’s shares and property rights, and liquidate the assets? If it’s not enough, I can ask my rich relatives. I can also make do with whatever is available. Am I right?”
“Sure.” Even if the person before him was his idol, with him boasting like this, it was difficult for Xue Lan to resist roasting him in a low voice, “Since you’re the only son, of course, your dad wants to have…”
Xue Lan cut himself short. He closed his mouth, lowered his head, and focused on scrubbing the bowl.
But Duan Wenzheng pressed nearer. With a sly chuckle, he coaxed, “What did you say? My dad wants to what?”
He was leaning so close. This posture made it seem as if Xue Lan was being embraced from behind in Duan Wenzheng’s arms.
Xue Lan’s whole body tensed. He struggled to push the person behind him away.
But Duan Wenzheng didn’t even budge an inch. He hooped his arms on the sides of his waist. As if thinking this kind of moment was perfect, he confined the struggling person in his arms.
“Don’t move.” His voice was very light. “The old man is watching.”
Xue Lan no longer dared to move.
Duan Wenzheng’s eyes settled on the blushing face caused by being nervous and tense. He slightly lowered his head. His voice, low and hoarse like a feather, swept across his ears —
“Girlfriend, kiss me.”
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