I Treat You Like a Grandson, but You Want to Be My Son

"Come, come, little bastard—ah, no, young man. Have some tea."

The old man looked much the same as he had in life, except his body was semi-transparent. He spoke with eager hospitality.

"Uh, no thanks. I don't like tea."

Looking at the murky tea in the cup, Liu Zheng politely declined.

"Don't be so polite. It's your first time here, and you won't even take a sip of tea? That's just disgraceful."

The old man urged him.

"Fine, but your tea looks moldy. I can't drink it."

Since he could not politely refuse, he had no choice but to tell the truth.

"You're giving me that little face, and you still want to be my dutiful grandson?"

The old man's face darkened. His semi-transparent body rapidly solidified, while his once lifelike appearance began to rot and stink.

"It's not about giving you face. I'm just telling the truth. And I never said I'd be your dutiful grandson. I only said I was willing to mourn for you."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"You won't even drink my tea, and you expect me to trust you with my funeral?"

The old man sneered.

"That depends on how you want it handled. The Dead deserve respect, but the living still have to handle the work."

"If you want me to do everything your way, that's impossible. Forget an adopted father like you—even my biological parents couldn't force me to do things by holding my head down."

"But I can guarantee that I'll give you a grand funeral, one that makes everyone in the neighborhood jealous. And when I mourn for you, I definitely won't be cursing you in my heart while kowtowing."

He spoke calmly.

"Not doing things my way? Once I keep you here with me for a while, you'll obediently