Death sentence! Execute immediately!

Ye Xunzhi looked up in confusion. Old Master Mo Ye swiftly threw an arm around Ye Lan's shoulders and pointed at a clump of grass in the botanical garden with a perfectly serious expression.

"See that? That isn't ordinary grass. That's the grass from Wang Wei's poetry, worth a fortune. I went to a lot of trouble to win it at an auction."

Ye Lan nodded along. "As expected of a great calligrapher. You have a discerning eye for grass."

Old Master Ye: "..."

You two are being utterly ridiculous.

Ye Xunzhi's gaze fell on the patch of grass.

[Uh, how is this any different from the grass downstairs at my place? Hard to comment on that. I'll just wish Second Grandpa happiness.]

Old Master Mo Ye's face grew very long. Well, thank you very much.

So hurry up and tell me how those two ended up in bed together!!!

Ye Xunzhi had visited this botanical garden before, and the novelty had already worn off. Not particularly interested in the place, she went back to savoring her gossip.

[This is why people shouldn't marry so many wives. Second Grandpa's new young wife is forty years younger than him. She's purely after his money.]

[Second Grandpa probably still doesn't know that his young wife was his grandson's girlfriend in high school. At a business banquet, Second Grandpa's grandson got drunk, and the two of them ended up having drunken sex.]

Drunken sex? If anyone else had offered that excuse, Old Master Mo Ye would certainly have scoffed.

But whatever the case, he only had this one grandson, and there were all those years of affection between them. If he hadn't truly meant to...

[Hahahahaha, surely nobody actually believes that ridiculous excuse about drunken sex.]

Second Grandpa, who felt as if he had just been invisibly mocked: "..."

[Science proved thirty years ago that if a man really drinks until he blacks out and loses consciousness, his thing temporarily goes limp. So here's the question: if that thing can't even get hard, how does he have sex?]

[Obviously, they did it while they were lucid. These two had their eyes on each other ages ago. They're just finding an excuse.]

[Surely not, surely not. Surely nobody actually believes drunken sex is something you have no choice about.]

Old Master Mo Ye: "Death sentence! Execute immediately!"

So he genuinely wanted to cuckold me! If I confirm this is true, I'll break that little bastard's legs and throw him out of the family!!!

To hell with affection and loyalty. How could a grandson with the gall to cuckold his own grandfather be any good?

[Weird, what just went running past?]

Ye Xunzhi only felt a gust of wind sweep past her ear. When she turned, all she could see was Second Grandpa's retreating figure, already the size of a grain of rice.

[Holy crap, how did I never notice Second Grandpa had the potential to become a land-bound flying man?]

Ye Lan and Old Master Ye: Whose fault do you think this is?

On the top floor of a certain five-star hotel.

"Ooh... darling, isn't this a little wrong... I am your grandfather's wife, at least in name... mmm... what if someone finds out..."

"They won't, baby... as far as the old man knows, I'm still at work at this hour... nobody will find out. Didn't you say you were out shopping too..."

"But... I'm still scared... mostly I'm worried something will happen to you if we get caught..."

"Baby, you're so good to me, but don't worry. That old man's already getting on in years. Just stick with me from now on... so good... once the old man dies and I get the inheritance, I'll make sure you live in luxury... I'll even get a marriage certificate with you... isn't that a better future than staying with the old man..."

"But... ah!"

"You earned that slap... no more talking... come on, call me Daddy..."

The noises coming from inside the hotel room were far from quiet, but since they were on the top floor with nobody else around, the two had no restraint.

Outside the door, Old Master Mo Ye's expression had already grown terrifyingly calm.

Waiting for me to die, are you? After my money, are you?

Fine, fine, fine. I'd rather leave my estate to that rotten girl whose every word stabs me in the heart than give this little bastard a single cent!!!

Behind him stood more than a dozen burly bodyguards dressed in black, ready for orders at any moment.

He swept his hand forward. "Get in there!"

The black-clad bodyguards immediately obeyed and kicked the door open. The people inside instantly turned pale with fright.

Old Master Mo Ye spoke with utter coldness to the assistant behind him:

"From today onward, cut off all financial dealings with this grandson of mine. Even if he rots in the street from now on, it has nothing to do with our family. And if the third branch dares give him even the slightest help, strike them off too. Remember to give them another beating before throwing them out."

"Yes, Chairman," the assistant replied.

"Grandpa, you can't do this to me! Grandpa, I'm your only grandson! I just lost my head for a moment and had drunken sex, and that's why afterward..."

Old Master Mo Ye couldn't be bothered to listen to the little bastard. He interrupted mercilessly and sneered:

"Drunken sex? Could you even get it up? And you're claiming drunken sex? Don't take people for fucking idiots. You're waiting for me to die? Go fend for yourself from now on."

He didn't want to hear any more bullshit from either of them. After declaring that he was severing all ties with them both, he left the hotel, showing them only his cold, retreating back.

When he reached the hotel lobby, he called his first wife, who was having a beauty treatment:

"What is it, old man? Coming home for a game of mahjong?"

"My dear!" Old Master Mo Ye wailed miserably without tears. "From today onward, I'm sealing my heart in concrete! I'm never pursuing true love again!"

His first wife seemed to realize something. "What, did something go wrong with your fourth wife?"

Old Master Mo Ye recounted how he had been cuckolded. The other end fell silent for a while, then expressed no surprise whatsoever.

His first wife said, "I told you ages ago not to get a fourth wife. Who knew you'd pull this crap again after more than twenty years?"

"Then tell me... do I look like a complete fucking idiot to all of you?"

"You certainly don't seem very bright when it comes to love."

"Waaaaah..."

"Stop howling. Come on, we're going clubbing together today. I'll give you an address, so come pick me up. Let's go drinking."

"My dear, you're still the one who treats me well!" Old Master Mo Ye had just finished wailing when he looked up and met Old Master Ye's peculiar gaze.

Old Master Mo Ye: "..."

Silence hung in the air for one second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Big Brother! Why are you heeeeeere?!!!"

After so many years, Old Master Ye once again heard his younger brother's anguished shriek. It was oddly heartwarming.

"Oh, I was just passing by."

He would never admit that hearing gossip couldn't compare to witnessing it live, or that he had rushed here specifically to get a front-row seat.

"Like hell I fucking believe you!!!"

Grandpa was going way too far, rushing off alone to watch the drama unfold.

Left behind to take part in the show, Ye Lan looked unwillingly at Ye Xunzhi beside him, who was diligently slacking off and still knew nothing about it.

Still, at least his little sister hadn't made it to the scene either, and she was here to keep him company. Neither of them had gotten the gossip firsthand, which offered some consolation.

If Ye Xunzhi could hear inner thoughts too, she would certainly have shown great mercy and kindly told her second brother.

It's still different.

After all, I saw even more spectacular things in my last life, and I was there in person. This is nothing compared to that.

But she couldn't read minds, so she missed the chance to keep stabbing her second brother where it hurt.