After handling the matter, Bai Jinghong and his group returned directly to their cars.
Jiang Yueying had definitely gone back home, so Bai Jinghong naturally had to pay a visit.
After all, the Jiang family had watched him grow up.
The unpleasantness that had occurred definitely needed to be smoothed over.
Bai Jinghong had already decided: even if Uncle Jiang wanted to beat him with a feather duster, he wouldn’t make a sound.
They drove all the way to the Jiang Family residence.
The Jiang Family’s home was also a large manor.
Though the scale wasn’t as grand as the Bai Family’s.
After parking the car, Bai Jinghong straightened his formal attire, got out, and walked inside alone.
The bodyguards at the gate saw it was Bai Jinghong and didn’t stop him.
Bai Jinghong was extremely familiar with the Jiang Family Manor.
He’d played here since childhood; there wasn’t a spot he hadn’t peed on.
Even the ornamental fish in the artificial lake out back—who knew how many had met their end at Bai Jinghong’s hands.
When he reached one of the Jiang Family’s main villas, Bai Jinghong didn’t go in immediately.
Instead, he leaned by the floor-to-ceiling window, preparing to peek inside through the glass.
Before he could get close, a figure appeared behind him.
Bai Jinghong wasn’t on guard. This aura was familiar to him.
“Uncle Xu Tao, don’t tell Uncle Jiang I’m here. I just want to look first!”
The person behind Bai Jinghong was the martial artist who guarded the Jiang Family, the same one whose cultivation Bai Jinghong had copied back then.
Xu Tao said nothing, pretending he hadn’t seen anything, and walked to the side.
Bai Jinghong looked inside through the glass again, but he didn’t see Jiang Yueying.
But he did see Jiang Qingtian and Jiang Yueying’s mother, Su Li.
In the living room, Jiang Qingtian looked furious, while Su Li was trying to calm him.
“I really can’t understand it. Ying’er is such an outstanding child. What kind of husband couldn’t she find? Yet she keeps pining for that little brat.”
“He, Bai Jinghong, doesn’t value her. Others are all eyeing her like a precious treasure, drooling over her!”
Su Li also repeatedly tried to soothe him. “Aiya, don’t you know your own daughter? That girl has loved Jinghong since she was little. Let the children handle their own affairs!”
“I just can’t swallow this anger!” Jiang Qingtian slapped the coffee table, leaving several cracks on its surface.
“If not for the sake of Old Bai, I’d grab that little brat and give him a good thrashing!”
Outside, the corner of Bai Jinghong’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.
Jiang Qingtian had thrashed him before, and with a feather duster no less.
It hurt like hell.
“Look at all the things that little brat has done over the years. Now, not to mention he doesn’t want Ying’er, even if he came begging me, I wouldn’t marry Ying’er to him!”
Su Li also couldn’t resist rolling her eyes at Jiang Qingtian.
“Don’t just blame the child. Think about you and Old Bai back then. You fought all the way from the Imperial Capital to Su Province. How many cities did you two turn upside down?”
“Qiuwan and I couldn’t talk any sense into you. In the end, it took both our family elders stepping in together to settle things. And now you’re blaming the children?”
Jiang Qingtian was speechless.
But it was the truth. Bai Zhennan, Jiang Qingtian—back then, just hearing their names made people retreat and avoid them. They were that feared.
“Damn it, as expected, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam is even more crooked!”
“Old Bai raised a lawless brat who’s either bullying others with his fair-weather friends every day or reading A Little Story After the Rain.”
“And now Ying’er is unbelievably violent!”
“She trained with Old Xu for so long, went abroad for a trip, came back, and damn, she’s already a Profound Level Warrior. Ridiculous!”
“Speaking of which, where’s Ying’er? She came back, just said hello, and now she’s disappeared!”
Su Li sighed and shook her head. “Where else could she be? Pining over things that remind her of him!”
“Damn it all! That little brat really deserves to die!” Jiang Qingtian couldn’t help cursing again.
Outside, Bai Jinghong’s scalp was tingling. Good thing he hadn’t gone in to greet them, or he’d have gotten a belt stir-fry for sure.
But hearing what Su Li said, he suddenly realized something.
So he immediately left the villa area and sprinted toward an old locust tree in the great garden out back.
That was where the two of them had played and had fun since childhood.
If he wasn’t mistaken, it would be that old locust tree.
Looking from afar, Bai Jinghong already saw a graceful figure beneath the old locust tree, sitting on a swing.
There were two swings in total; the other one was empty.
Bai Jinghong exhaled and slowly walked over.
His footsteps were light, not disturbing Jiang Yueying.
When he was about a dozen steps away, he could hear Jiang Yueying staring blankly upwards.
Her lips sang a soft, gentle tune.
“Half a lifetime gone, too desolate, flowers fall stirring heartbreak’s pain, you and I at the world’s ends.”
“I chase your moonlight’s glow, tears yet wet my eyes’ rim, how can the past be forgotten with the wind?”
“Half a lifetime gone, both vast and dim, no match for one moment of deep love’s whim, what the heart thinks is what it dreams.”
“…”
Every word of Jiang Yueying’s little tune pierced Bai Jinghong’s heart directly.
Especially the last line, “A fool pines only for love’s sorrow.”
She was mocking herself.
Bai Jinghong gritted his teeth, calming his inner emotions, and finally walked over.
While Jiang Yueying was lost in thought, he sat on the swing that originally belonged to him.
“Hey, this damn thing hasn’t rotted after all these years. The quality is really something!”
Jiang Yueying had already noticed someone behind her while she was distracted.
But she hadn’t looked.
Now, suddenly hearing that familiar voice and vulgar words, she couldn’t help but turn her head to look.
Beside her, swaying and rocking back and forth, was none other than that bastard.
Jiang Yueying couldn’t control her daze, her bright eyes locked firmly onto Bai Jinghong.
She didn’t understand why this guy would appear here. More precisely, why he would think to come here.
Bai Jinghong still wore that same cheeky grin.
Exactly the shameless, mischievous look she yearned for day and night.
Seeing her stunned, Bai Jinghong teased, “What’s wrong? Don’t recognize me? Drank a few years of foreign ink and already forgotten your husband?”
Suddenly hearing Bai Jinghong’s teasing words, Jiang Yueying’s body trembled once more.
But quickly, her expression turned cold, and she directly jumped off the swing.
“Bastard, you still dare to appear before me!”
Jiang Yueying’s slender hands formed fists. It looked like she was about to start beating someone up.
If he had seen Jiang Yueying like this in the past, Bai Jinghong would already be sprinting away.
But now he wasn’t flustered. His own martial skills were stronger than hers.
“Why wouldn’t I dare? Let me tell you something. The reason you beat me up back then was that I had a cold!”
“Now my cold is cured.”
Jiang Yueying bit her pearly white teeth and let out a cold snort. “Your constitution is really special, catching a cold from childhood all the way up!”
Bai Jinghong choked up. Wasn’t that hinting he’d been beaten from childhood to adulthood?
“You don’t believe me? Then let’s follow the old rules and fight. When I beat you, I’m going to spank your butt a few times!”
“You won’t regret it?”
Jiang Yueying’s eyes sparkled, like gemstones, very beautiful.
“Regret my ass! We must fight, absolutely must! If you don’t vent this fire in your heart, how can our relationship improve? But it’s agreed: just fist and foot sparring, no using Energy Qi!”
Bai Jinghong didn’t beat around the bush and spoke frankly.
Jiang Yueying hadn’t expected Bai Jinghong to say this. Her heart suddenly pounded chaotically.
The two looked at each other, a moment of silence passing.
Right then, Jiang Yueying suddenly let out a scolding cry and raised her leg, kicking toward Bai Jinghong with incredible speed.
Bai Jinghong narrowed his eyes, not dodging at all. The smile on his face was full of confidence.
Jiang Yueying’s speed was extremely fast, and Bai Jinghong remained perfectly still.
He was kicked squarely.
Staggering, he retreated a few steps.
Jiang Yueying’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. Worry suddenly arose in her heart that she had hit him too hard.
She didn’t understand why Bai Jinghong hadn’t moved. Was he really planning on just taking a beating?
Just as she was about to go check on him, Bai Jinghong merely rubbed the spot gently and laughed heartily:
“I say, wife, are you tickling me?”
Hearing this, Jiang Yueying’s worried expression vanished completely. Gritting her teeth, she charged at him again.
