Master Lan's old face flushed, and Jiang Shuyue added, [No wonder he's about the same age as Grandpa but looks more than six or seven years younger. So it's love nourishing him! I need to find Grandpa a companion too!]
Master Lan nearly burst out laughing.
That old fellow Liu Chengze had wrinkles around his eyes deep enough to crush flies. Find him a companion? What woman would fancy him?
Besides, he had been utterly devoted to his wife. Though she had been dead for so long, asking him to betray the wife of his youth would be harder than killing him.
Master Lan suddenly very much wanted to see the little old man sobbing his heart out.
He handed the gifts to a trusted pupil for safekeeping, then said to Jiang Shuyue with a beaming smile, "I'm of the same generation as your grandfather. You don't mind if I call you Yue'er, do you?"
"You're my elder. It's only a form of address, so please call me whatever you like."
"Yue'er really is a good child! Your grandfather and I are close friends. Now his children are all married, and I imagine happy occasions are approaching for his great-grandchildren too, yet he's all alone. It's truly pitiful. I have a younger sister who just turned forty this year. She's been divorced for quite some time. Why don't we have her meet your grandfather?"
Zhou Shiye was stunned.
The stern, old-fashioned Master Lan could actually speak so bluntly.
Offering up his own sister right off the bat-wasn't that a little too... well, that?
He ransacked his entire vocabulary and still couldn't find an adjective.
Zhou Sesong and Yu Qing snickered behind them.
They had come intending to torment those two little beasts, only to witness the beginning of a twilight