"Clan Uncle!"
"Zhi Yan!"
"Clan Uncle!!"
"Zhi Yan!!"
Poker Face turned his face slightly aside, unable to bear the sight of this cloying scene.
"Clan Uncle, I brought you a few things. They're outside, but the two men at the bookshop won't let them in. Could you..."
"Oh, Zhi Yan! Your clan uncle was delighted just to see you! Why bring gifts? You mustn't do this again!"
Wang Tai gave a snort after saying this. "Those servants outside have no sense! They even dared to stop the gifts my nephew brought! Wu Qian, go tell them to bring everything in, then give them a thorough scolding!"
Wang Tai had assumed Wang Yang had simply brought a little something, only to see bright red gift boxes lined up in a whole row.
"Zhi Yan, this... this is far too generous! Why go to such lengths?"
Wang Yang's eyes were sincere, his expression solemn. "Never mind the great trouble you took over my household registration, Clan Uncle. When I first found myself stranded in Jingzhou, I was alone and helpless, like duckweed without roots, my heart filled with dread. Yet you were willing to take me in..."
Wang Yang's voice caught slightly here, as though he were struggling to suppress the emotions surging inside him. After a pause, he continued:
"Not only did you treat me as your own flesh and blood, caring for me in every way, you also wore yourself out thinking and planning for me at every turn! I, Wang Yang, am not someone who leaves kindness unpaid! These few humble gifts are merely a token of my gratitude, hardly worth mentioning! If I truly do rise straight into the azure clouds one day, as you have said I would, I will never forget your kindness!"
Moved, Wang Tai