"Old Mrs. Ren..."

Finally, at seven-thirty in the evening, Mrs. Ren appeared. Xiaofan, who had waited all day, finally got his chance and hurried forward hoping to express his feelings.

"Eat first. We'll talk after dinner." Mrs. Ren showed no intention of engaging with Xiaofan, speaking directly.

Respecting one's elders was a virtue Xiaofan had always remembered. However, he was extremely anxious, and the only reason he hadn't lost his temper yet was due to Ren Zhongtian's face.

"Old Mrs. Ren..." At the dining table, Xiaofan couldn't help but ask again.

"Do not speak while eating, do not talk before sleeping." Mrs. Ren glanced at Xiaofan and continued her meal.

It was hard to wait until the meal was finished. Mrs. Ren stood up but seemed to go away without a word, leaving Xiaofan wanting to speak but completely ignored.

Half an hour later, a bowl of herbal medicine was placed in front of Xiaofan.

"What is this?"

"This herbal medicine will help with your injuries and quickly restore your Inner Strength. Even the Inner Strength that Chongtian left in you can be fully integrated into yourself."

Upon hearing this, Xiaofan frowned and sniffed the herbal medicine.

Wild bezoar, Black Wood Lingzhi, Changshan Snow Lotus, fig... These were all extremely precious Chinese herbs, clearly indicating there was nothing wrong with this herbal concoction.

"But, if the more than thirty years of Inner Strength suddenly pours out, my body might not be able to bear it." Xiaofan had this doubt; his grandfather had told him this before—these thirty years of Inner Strength should be absorbed slowly over at least three years, at best two years. To suddenly release it would be too much for his body to handle.

"Rest assured, I'm far more familiar with the Ren Family's Celestial Burning Technique than you are. If I say there's no problem, then there's no problem. Drink it." Mrs. Ren continued.

Indeed, there would be no issue. As long as the Yin Qi in Ling'Er is stable, the more than thirty years of True Qi will smoothly follow Xiaofan's meridians, naturally merging.

Initially, Xiaofan had some doubts, but these ingredients were impeccable; with his years of experience in gathering herbs with his grandfather, such precious ingredients couldn't simply be bought with money.

To quickly gain more powerful abilities, Xiaofan lifted his head and drank the entire large bowl of herbal medicine.

Afterwards…

"Old Mrs. Ren..."

"Go back and rest, recover slowly, we'll talk later."

"But I really need to leave." Xiaofan couldn't wait any longer, feeling like he'd go crazy if he continued waiting.

"Wait two more days..."

"Two days?" Xiaofan confirmed.

"Yes, just two days."

Two days was Xiaofan's limit; if by then he wasn't allowed to leave, he'd have to tear off the pretense.

This was Xiaofan's plan, so he patiently waited two more days. But today, Old Mrs. Ren didn't bring up the marriage, which surprised him a bit.

However, not bringing it up might mean she had come to an understanding and wouldn't force him to marry Ren Ling.

Returning to his room, Xiaofan took a bath and prepared to rest in bed. Suddenly, a faint scent of jasmine wafted through the air, gradually becoming more intense.

Initially, Xiaofan didn't feel anything strange, but as the fragrance grew stronger, he recalled the two times he had smelled it in his rented room. On those occasions, he had acted strangely, almost doing inappropriate things to Ren Ling and Chen Mei'Er.

An intense feeling of unease surged through him. He suddenly realized: from when Ren Ling appeared at his rented apartment, to the strange scents, to today's event—all weren't coincidences. Her wearing such low-cut clothing wasn't due to habit.

Xiaofan tried to open the door and dash out, but was shocked to find the door had been locked from the outside; he couldn't open it.

His breathing grew rapid; the familiar feeling was driving him insane.

"Ah. Aah..."

To express his dissatisfaction, Xiaofan roared loudly in his room. His body began to change, filling him with anxiety. He knew what was likely to happen next, beyond his control.

He couldn't let this happen; he had to find a way to stop it.

The needles! The needles his grandfather taught him!

Remembering this, Xiaofan rushed to the wardrobe and found the clothes he'd changed out of before, and indeed, the needles were still there.

Immediately, Xiaofan took out three needles and inserted them into his acupoints. These would allow him to concentrate and remain calm, unaffected by external disruptions. It would work; it had to work.

'Click.' The door suddenly opened. Mrs. Ren walked in briskly.

"Boy, what are you trying to do?"

"Let me out! I know what you're trying to do, but you can't." Xiaofan's expression was pained, showing he couldn't last much longer.

"Cold Ice Willow Silk Needle, is your grandfather Ye Aotian?" Seeing the needle in Xiaofan's hand, Mrs. Ren immediately recognized it.

"You, you know my grandfather?" Xiaofan gasped for breath, becoming increasingly disoriented.

"Hahaha, it truly is destiny. No wonder Chongtian inherited his Inner Strength to you. Like this, the Ren Family and Ye Family aren't strangers anymore; your union with Ling'Er is only right and proper. Come in, Ling'Er."

With that, Mrs. Ren took Xiaofan's only support, the Cold Ice Willow Silk Needle, out of the room.

At the door, Ren Ling, wearing a thin nightgown, walked in slowly.

Everything was according to Mrs. Ren's plan. After discovering Xiaofan was Ye Aotian's grandson, she had no more qualms. The door locked shut again, leaving this place to the two of them alone.

Who knows how many years it's been, Ren Zhongtian, Ye Aotian, and Fan Lingtian were known as the Three Great Heavenly Kings in the Yanhuang Soul. Each had immense power, and in their youth, they were strikingly handsome. Among them, Ren Zhongtian was particularly imposing. If there was one woman he loved most in his life, it was Cui. Yet for his country, he had to forgo rescuing Cui, whereas Ye Aotian could abandon everything for his beloved.

Back then, when the truth was revealed, no one was surprised because Ren Zhongtian was a man who could sacrifice everything for his country; he held deep regret towards Ye Aotian and Cui. But now, with Xiaofan's generation, those regrets could finally be resolved.

"Ren Ling, leave now."

Leave? Why should she leave? Grandma had arranged everything for her perfectly. Thankfully, she didn't dislike him. It would be ideal if she could leave behind the Ren Family successor identity.

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