Jiang Qingtian directly strode over himself, grabbed the feather duster, and was about to give Bai Jinghong a beating.
Seeing this, Jiang Yueying, on the contrary, tightly embraced Bai Jinghong. “Dad, you’re not allowed to hit him!”
Jiang Qingtian felt utterly helpless. He could only toss the feather duster aside, then said to Su Li and Jiang Yueying, “You two, go away for a bit.”
“I need to have a word with this brat!”
Jiang Yueying initially still refused, but Bai Jinghong ruffled her hair, gesturing slightly. Only then did she and Su Li walk toward the guest room area.
Bai Jinghong promptly took out his cigarettes and sat down with Jiang Qingtian on the sofa.
“Have one!”
Jiang Qingtian didn’t refuse, taking one between his lips.
Bai Jinghong, very perceptively, lit it for him.
The two men sat on the sofa, puffing smoke for a while.
“Boy, this time I’m giving you this chance. But if you dare betray Ying’er again, I will certainly come to the Bai house and beat you to death right in front of your old man!”
Bai Jinghong hastily said, “Uncle Jiang, rest assured. What happened before won’t happen again.”
“About everything in the past, I truly realize I was wrong. I’d let greed blind my heart.”
Bai Jinghong was very serious, not a trace of playfulness remaining. “I owe Ying’er an apology, and I owe the Jiang family an apology.”
Jiang Qingtian looked at Bai Jinghong, frowned slightly, but ultimately said nothing more.
The two fell silent for a moment, the atmosphere turning somewhat awkward.
Bai Jinghong instead proactively spoke up. “Uncle Jiang, about that Volume Five matter—won’t you consider it?”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingtian glanced around. “Let me ask you, don’t try to fool me. Where exactly did your dad get them? I’ve collected for a long time and couldn’t find any.”
Bai Jinghong thought for a moment. “Many years ago, I remember my dad going out with quite a few bodyguards, and when he returned, he was carrying a stack.”
“A stack?”
“Yup, a stack!”
“Holy crap!” Jiang Qingtian looked somewhat inflamed. “I knew it, that old scoundrel tricked me, told me not to go plundering, yet he himself went and grabbed them.”
“Don’t worry, Uncle Jiang. Leave this matter to me. But I’m also baffled—you’re not short of money, and you still can’t buy them?”
Jiang Qingtian glared. “What do you know? What does Collector’s Edition mean? Do you understand? Text with 3D stereoscopic illustrations, unique under heaven.”
“Getting those pirated copies—what meaning would that have!”
Bai Jinghong quickly nodded. “Understood, understood. Just like Tang Bohu’s paintings—there are piles of fakes. Comprehended, comprehended!”
“You brat, have you been targeting that so-called Dragon Morning Group lately?”
At this moment, Jiang Qingtian suddenly asked.
Bai Jinghong wasn’t surprised. For them to want to know these things was far too easy.
He responded, “Yeah, that bastard tried to kill me. Of course I’m going to mess with him!”
“Tried to kill you?” Jiang Qingtian’s brow furrowed, a murderous aura instantly emanating from him.
He could take disciplining Bai Jinghong himself, but he absolutely couldn’t allow outsiders to bully him.
Moreover, this punk would also be the Jiang family’s son-in-law from now on.
“He tried to kill you, and you’ve been dragging it out with him for so long?”
Bai Jinghong shook his head. “Uncle Jiang, I have my own plan.”
“What plan? With your ability, how many days could you let him live?” Jiang Qingtian was somewhat displeased.
Bai Jinghong’s face truly showed exasperation. “I could indeed use the fastest way to kill him. But if I did that, what the hell would the author write about? Might as well go home and shovel manure!”
Jiang Qingtian snorted coldly and didn’t dwell further on this topic.
Just then, Su Li and Jiang Yueying walked back out.
“How did you two men chat?”
Bai Jinghong immediately started to joke, “Don’t worry, we chatted quite well.”
“Uncle Jiang told me to pay a bit more in betrothal gifts, and this matter would be settled.”
Jiang Qingtian almost couldn’t resist making a move. This bastard’s skin was truly thick.
Jiang Yueying, upon hearing this, rushed over to hug Jiang Qingtian. “Daddy, I just knew you were the best!”
Seeing Jiang Yueying like this, Jiang Qingtian knew he couldn’t refute this matter any longer.
He truly couldn’t bear to dampen his daughter’s spirits.
A cabbage he’d nurtured for over twenty years, now dug up by a white pig. Truly infuriating enough to kill a man.
“Alright, alright, this is for the best. Old Jiang, it’s getting late. Let’s go rest!”
Su Li smiled and came over to link her arm with Jiang Qingtian’s.
Bai Jinghong also stood up. “Right, right, Ying’er, we should rest too!”
Jiang Qingtian glared at him and rebuked, “No marriage yet. You’re not allowed to stay in the same room!”
Jiang Yueying’s face flushed red. “Dad, what are you thinking? Jinghong is staying in the guest room!”
Only then did Jiang Qingtian nod and head upstairs with Su Li.
To reassure Jiang Qingtian, Jiang Yueying led Bai Jinghong to the guest room.
Bai Jinghong was indeed tired as well. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his clothes, flopped straight onto the bed, and pulled the covers over himself.
Seeing he hadn’t properly covered himself, Jiang Yueying sat on the edge of the bed and helped him tuck the blanket in.
Then she lowered her head and whispered softly into Bai Jinghong’s ear, “I’ll go back first. I will come to fulfill the bet!”
After speaking, her face flushing red, she ran out of the room.
When she returned to her own room, she deliberately made it very loud, precisely to let Jiang Qingtian know she’d gone back to her room.
……
Late at night.
The door to Jiang Yueying’s room suddenly cracked open a sliver. A dim light reflected onto the second-floor walkway.
Jiang Yueying poked her little head out, looked left and right, then gently pulled her door closed.
She glanced somewhat guiltily toward her parents’ room, carrying a pair of slippers, silently intending to head downstairs.
As ill luck would have it, at that very moment, Jiang Qingtian’s door suddenly opened.
Jiang Yueying was startled. Not bothering to take the stairs slowly anymore,
She directly placed her hands on the railing, took a vertical leap, and jumped from the second floor down to the living room below.
Then she flipped once and ended up behind the sofa.
Jiang Yueying was somewhat speechless. In her own home, yet she was acting like a thief.
And how was the timing so perfect?
Normally, her parents would never wake up in the middle of the night. How was it that today, he just happened to come out at midnight?
The person who came out was none other than Jiang Qingtian.
In truth, there weren’t that many coincidences. It was just Jiang Qingtian being paranoid.
Based on his understanding of Bai Jinghong, that brat was very unruly.
Even if he had laid down the law three times and emphasized it five, Bai Jinghong wouldn’t remember.
He would definitely sneak into Jiang Yueying’s room in the middle of the night.
He’d already gotten up twice, both times walking by Jiang Yueying’s door to listen for any other sounds coming from inside.
Or checking the direction of the guest room to see if that brat was awake.
Being a father is hard!
Harder still is being a father who must guard against his son-in-law stealing from his home.
Jiang Qingtian followed his routine. After looking for two minutes, he still returned to his room.
And Jiang Yueying below also breathed a sigh of relief.
If she’d been discovered, a scolding would be the least of it.
Most likely, Bai Jinghong, if he came again, would have to stay in a different villa.
Only then did Jiang Yueying quietly run to the guest room, gently open the door, and slip inside.
But Jiang Yueying had barely been inside two seconds when Jiang Qingtian’s door opened.
After all, he was a fox of the older generation. Jiang Yueying was still far too inexperienced before him.
His face filled with anger, he ground his teeth. “Not even married yet, and already like this!”
“Dammit, that bastard Bai Jinghong, he truly deserves to die!”
“I really want to kill him!”
Jiang Qingtian beat his chest and stamped his feet, wishing he could rush down right now, yank Bai Jinghong from the bed, and beat him senseless.
But after thinking it over, he still sighed.
After all, it was Jiang Yueying who’d gone down herself. That punk hadn’t sneaked up here.
This grievance, he could only swallow it down.
Just that tonight, he could forget about getting a good sleep.
And inside the guest room, Jiang Yueying had already arrived at the bedside.
Without the slightest hesitation, she directly entered the covers.
Bai Jinghong felt a soft, delicate body press against him from the side, a faint fragrance also lingering over.
He couldn’t help but reach out and pull that body into his arms.
One hand also moved to the perky position behind, kneading back and forth.
“Mmm… you bad guy, why are you so impatient? I just got here, and you’re already touching me!”
Jiang Yueying’s shy, clear voice rang out.
Bai Jinghong grew even more enthusiastic, that hand traveling all the way up, burrowing into the nightgown, bravely scaling the peaks.
Cupping that fullness in his palm.
