Um, Wanwan Was Talking About Me

Guangling followed Bai Wanwan's gaze and finally fixed his eyes on Qian Renxue.

Still confused and unable to make sense of the situation, Guangling looked back at Bai Wanwan and asked softly, "Wanwan, why are you looking at the Young Master?"

"Just tell Grandfather who that person is."

At that, Bai Wanwan lowered her head even further, silently poking her fingers together without saying another word.

After waiting for a moment and seeing that Bai Wanwan still did not speak, Guangling was about to ask again when Qian Renxue's voice rang out in the hall.

"Um... Grandfather Guangling."

"Wanwan was talking about me."

Qian Renxue slowly raised one hand. Though her voice was soft, it carried an unprecedented seriousness and solemnity.

Silence~

The hall fell quiet in an instant.

Everyone's gazes turned in unison toward Qian Renxue.

Qian Daoliu's hand, holding a white chess piece, froze in midair.

Golden Crocodile's eyes gradually widened.

Azure Luan's eyes were filled with astonishment and shock.

Guangling's brain seemed to have short-circuited. He did not react for a long while, his gaze shifting between Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan, who was hanging her head and poking her fingers together. In the end, he fell silent.

Hmm~

Wanwan's description just now did fit the Young Master perfectly.

Beautiful, talented, well-born, and backed by formidable power.

There was nothing wrong with it at all.

And there was no pig from someone else's family barging into his family's vegetable patch and eyeing the cabbage growing there.

But was that the point?

The point now was that his family's cabbage and someone else's cabbage had ended up in the same hole. Not only had they gone into the same hole, but the two cabbages seemed to have grown together.

Guangling silently sat back down, looking in Qian Daoliu's direction with an extremely complicated expression, yet he never spoke again.

Qian Daoliu also remained silent.

His gaze kept moving between Bai Wanwan and Qian Renxue, a hint of bewilderment appearing in his eyes.

Just moments ago, he had been enjoying the drama, even preparing to offer a few words of advice if necessary. But with one turn in the conversation, how had this juicy gossip landed right on his doorstep?

Though only moments ago, he had been thinking that if his granddaughter Qian Renxue had been born male, she would probably have long since brought Guangling's little cabbage home to the Qian Family, leaving no room for anyone else.

But from beginning to end, he had never imagined that his granddaughter had actually brought Guangling's fresh little cabbage home.

But was this development really right?

Qian Daoliu knew that Bai Wanwan and Qian Renxue had always been close since childhood.

But looking at it now, had their relationship become a little too close?

"Grandfather, we are serious. There is not the slightest hint of a joke in this, so... so, Grandfather, you..."

Qian Renxue turned to look at Qian Daoliu. Her eyes held a pleading look, but her voice was exceptionally resolute.

Qian Daoliu's heart trembled slightly as he looked into Qian Renxue's eyes. From childhood until now, Xue'er had never asked him for anything, yet now there was pleading in her gaze.

Tap~

A chess piece landed on the board.

"Xue'er, if Grandfather opposed this, what would you do?"

Qian Daoliu's voice was soft and gentle, yet it echoed throughout the entire hall.

The hall fell silent once more.

Qian Renxue pressed her lips tightly together, but her gaze grew ever more determined.

Bai Wanwan's body trembled inexplicably. Her fair hand unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt, and the light in her Azure Blue eyes dimmed slightly.

Seeing Bai Wanwan like this, Guangling reached out a hand toward her and opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something. Yet his outstretched hand stopped in midair, and the words at his lips were silently swallowed back down.

Azure Luan's gaze kept sweeping over Bai Wanwan and Qian Renxue, contemplation gradually appearing in his eyes.

Golden Crocodile, meanwhile, kept a close watch on Bai Wanwan's condition.

"Grandfather, once I have set my mind on something, I will not change it. Never."

"If Grandfather refuses, I will wait. I will wait until the day you agree, or until the day I can make my own decisions."

"Wanwan and I are like Twin Flowers in a garden, accompanying and sustaining each other, dependent upon each other. Neither can exist without the other. If one flower withers, the other will follow."

Qian Renxue's voice was earnest and unwavering.

Her slightly narrow phoenix eyes stared directly into Qian Daoliu's.

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu raised his hand and gently stroked Qian Renxue's hair. The corners of his lips lifted into a tender smile. "Xue'er, your answer is more or less what I expected."

"Matters concerning young people should be decided by yourselves."

"Cases like yours may be rather rare, but if you look back several thousand or even ten thousand years, they were not unheard of."

"I am quite open-minded. When it comes to feelings, Xue'er, you may decide for yourself. As long as you like it, Grandfather will not object."

Qian Renxue's eyes slowly widened, filling with surprise, joy, and disbelief.

"Grandfather, you mean...?"

Qian Daoliu smiled. "What do you think?"

"Grandfather~"

Qian Renxue reached out and hugged Qian Daoliu's arm, a smile blooming once more across her peerless face.

"Xue'er, do not celebrate too soon."

"I have agreed, but your Grandfather Guangling has yet to state his position."

Qian Daoliu stroked Qian Renxue's hair and glanced toward Bai Wanwan.

Hmm, he was still very satisfied with Bai Wanwan.

Bai Wanwan had talent, looks, strategy, and a sense of the bigger picture. Together with Qian Renxue, they could make up for each other's shortcomings.

With someone so nearly flawless being brought home to the Qian Family by his granddaughter, what was there to be dissatisfied about?

As for the inheritance of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and the duties of a Divine Envoy.

His granddaughter was the inheritor of the God of Angels. If she could pass the God of Angels' trial, he could personally open the gates to godhood for her and let her become the next God of Angels. Then, using the methods of a God to pass down the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul would not be difficult at all.

That way, both problems would be solved.

If his granddaughter failed to pass the God of Angels' trial, then he, as the Divine Envoy of the God of Angels, would not need to sacrifice himself to open the gates to godhood for her.

Moreover, he was a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo, with a lifespan of a full thousand years.

He was only a little over a hundred years old now. He could live for at least another eight hundred years.

With more than eight hundred years ahead of him, perhaps one day love would come his way, and then the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul could be passed down once again.

In other words, with a thousand-year lifespan, being a little over a hundred still meant he was in the prime of life, with both his body and condition at their absolute peak.

Meanwhile.

Once the silent Guangling noticed that everyone's eyes had turned toward him, he instantly felt the pressure.