Whether it was a grandson or granddaughter, they were the ones most doted on by their grandmother.
At least.
Yang Xiao doted on Li Qianfan and Yang Ziye exceptionally.
But if Yang Ziye were to be with Kahn!
Yang Xiao would personally kill her!!
Not just Ding Xiaolang’s daughter—
Even Lu Ziqi’s daughter, Feng Meizhu’s daughter, Helan Xuejing’s daughter, and the daughters of all the Eastern land women around Li Xiao were forbidden to marry any man outside the Eastern land.
This was one of Yang Xiao’s untouchable bottom lines!
Yang Ziye was terrified.
From the day she could remember, her grandmother had always been kind and amiable, indulging her every whim and fulfilling her every demand, no matter how absurd.
But now—
In her grandmother’s eyes, there was only an endless indifference.
Not a shred of familial affection or love.
“Grandmother.”
Unable to accept this cruel reality, Yang Ziye uttered “Grandmother” in a murmur, rolled her eyes, and fell backward.
Li Qianfan quickly reached out and caught her.
Yang Xiao, however, didn’t even spare her granddaughter a glance.
She turned and walked swiftly to the table, picked up her phone, and called Ding Xiaolang.
“Mom, did you see Ziye?”
Ding Xiaolang said, “The people I sent will arrive in Qingyun soon. This child is simply being reckless.”
“Ding Xiaolang, how do you raise your child!?”
Yang Xiao’s voice was sharp and stern.
Ding Xiaolang was stunned.
“You don’t even know that she’s fallen for a Western barbarian at school.”
Yang Xiao continued angrily, “What right do you have to be her mother? Heh, for my Yang Xiao’s granddaughter to fall for a Western barbarian! Is this the aristocratic education you, Ding Xiaolang, are so proud of?”
With a thud—
Although Li Qianfan couldn’t see the other side of the call, he could faintly hear Ding Xiaolang kneeling on the ground.
Everyone on Earth knew—
Li Xiao had countless beautiful women around him, but in Yang Xiao’s “daughter-in-law assessment list,” Ding Xiaolang was definitely at the top.
She even outranked Lu Ziqi and Li Wujiang.
Yang Xiao, who regretted not having a daughter, treated Ding Xiaolang as her own child.
But now.
Because Yang Ziye was smitten with Kahn, Yang Xiao was furious with Ding Xiaolang.
This was enough to show how dissatisfied Yang Xiao was with Ding Xiaolang!
“Mom, Mom, please calm down, please calm down.”
Terrified, Ding Xiaolang’s voice trembled, laced with obvious sobs.
“Send back the people you sent to Qingyun.”
Yang Xiao’s tone softened slightly, “Yang Ziye, I’ll take her with me for a while. I need to help her correct her misguided thoughts.”
“Okay, okay.”
Ding Xiaolang agreed repeatedly, “I’ll have them return immediately.”
“Also.”
Yang Xiao’s voice was cold, “Go find that Kahn yourself and tell him to get out of the Eastern land within twelve hours. Remember, leave one of his hands behind!”
Before Ding Xiaolang could say anything, Yang Xiao ended the call.
Su Ziyu was dumbfounded.
It was one thing for Yang Xiao to disagree with Kahn and Yang Ziye’s free love.
It was one thing to expel him from the Eastern land because of this matter.
The key was that Yang Xiao also wanted to leave Kahn with one of his hands!!
Wasn't this going a bit too far?
Su Ziyu thought to herself and instinctively looked at Li Qianfan, wanting to ask if his opinion was the same as hers.
Only then did she realize—
Li Qianfan, who was holding Yang Ziye in his arms, had already obediently knelt on the ground when Ding Xiaolang did.
Su Ziyu, realizing this belatedly, quickly knelt down.
“Tonight, the banquet for Mr. and Mrs. Su is canceled.”
Yang Xiao said irritably, then turned and walked out quickly.
She had planned to host Old Su and Ning Xiaolan, as well as Mo Hongti and Dai Paipai tonight, to announce something major.
But Yang Ziye’s arrival—
And more importantly, the matter she brought with her, had made Yang Xiao so frustrated that she no longer had the mood for any banquet, and simply returned to Victoria to brood.
Whoosh!
After her grandmother’s footsteps disappeared down the corridor, Li Qianfan finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Then he reached out and pinched Yang Ziye’s little nose, preventing her from breathing.
Su Ziyu saw this, “Qianfan, what are you doing?”
Before she could finish speaking—
She saw the unconscious Yang Ziye quickly reach out, grab Li Qianfan’s ear, and cry out, “You only know how to laugh at me, you know you’ll laugh at me! I’ll never talk to you again.”
Huh?
What was going on?
Su Ziyu was stunned.
Yang Ziye then climbed up, followed by kicking Li Qianfan to the ground.
She rained blows upon him.
Li Qianfan, like a dead dog, held his head with both hands, enduring Yang Ziye’s fury.
“Ah!”
“Waa—–”
“Why is Grandmother like this?”
After kicking Li Qianfan more than thirty times, Yang Ziye sat on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, her wide eyes streaming with tears as she wailed uncontrollably.
Su Ziyu was even more bewildered.
She truly couldn’t understand the way the Li family handled matters.
Su Ziyu dared to say—
Yang Ziye’s situation was very normal in any family.
When parents dealt with such matters, even if they disagreed with their children dating foreigners, they would patiently persuade them.
If persuasion failed, they would resort to threats and enticements.
In any case, they just wouldn’t allow them to continue dating!
But what about in the Li family?
Su Ziyu had witnessed firsthand how Empress Dowager Xiao handled this matter!
And looking at Yang Ziye.
She had faked unconsciousness to avoid her grandmother’s wrath.
After her grandmother left, unable to vent her pent-up grief, she took it out on her brother.
Then she sat there, staring at the ceiling with open eyes, tears streaming down her face, wailing.
And looking at Li Qianfan, the brother—
When his sister was overcome with grief, he willingly became her punching bag, enduring her kicks and punches without a word.
Especially when Li Qianfan sat cross-legged on the ground, clapping his hands to accompany Yang Ziye’s crying, it was simply…
Bizarre.
Su Ziyu thought of the word.
She didn’t know if she should comfort Yang Ziye, or tell Li Qianfan not to be so gloating.
What made Su Ziyu even more exasperated—
After giving her brother another heavy kick, Yang Ziye, who was crying her heart out, suddenly stopped crying and said to her, “Sister-in-law, I’m hungry from crying. I want to go to your house and have Li Qianfan cook for me.”
Ah?
You’re hungry from crying?
Go to my house and have Qianfan cook for you?
Fine, no problem.
Then let’s go.
But shouldn’t you care about that Kahn?
Dazed, Sister Su quickly nodded, took Yang Ziye’s arm, and walked out, “Let’s go, tell me what you want to eat, sister-in-law will cook for you. Your brother’s cooking is terrible.”
After the two girls left, Li Qianfan yawned and murmured, “Being a punching bag for so many sisters. It’s a miracle I, the older brother, am still alive.”
While grumbling—
Li Qianfan took out his phone and dialed.
Soon, Murong Yuanyuan’s respectful yet cold voice came from the phone: “Master, what are your orders?”
Li Qianfan said indifferently, “Go to Shuimu School and find a boy named Kahn. He’s pursuing a girl named Yang Ziye. After finding him as quickly as possible, chop off his right hand.”
“Yes. I’ll do it immediately.”
Murong Yuanyuan was now a prime example of a person who was brief and to the point.
Furthermore, she unconditionally carried out all her master’s commands.
“Alas, how could a woman as good as Mom Lang do such a bloody deed as chopping off hands?”
Li Qianfan got up from the ground and walked out of the vice-dean’s office with a swagger.
He was thinking about what delicious food to make for Ziye tonight.
As for Sister Su’s words about his cooking being bad, and her offering to cook, he just listened.
Don't take them seriously!
Night fell.
The Su family.
Li Qianfan was the head chef, Old Su assisted, and the father-in-law and son-in-law worked together in the kitchen.
In the living room.
Yang Ziye, her eyes red from crying, sat cross-legged on the sofa, chatting with Mother-in-law Lan about Yang Xiao’s shortcomings and amusing stories from school.
Sister Su, who had boasted about cooking at home, occasionally poured water and offered fruit to her mother and Ziye.
“Ziye, I like girls like you.”
Mother-in-law Lan’s affection for Ziye was undisguised, “Unlike your sister-in-law, who looks at everything with a calm demeanor and has no personality. To put it nicely, she’s a goddess of temperament. To put it bluntly, she’s a dullard. I wish I could beat her eight times a day! If only she were as likable as you.”
Su Ziyu, who had been serving them like a maid, quietly pursed her lips, contemplating for the first time whether to change her mother.
When Old Su and his son-in-law came out of the kitchen singing dish names and carrying plates of delicious food, it was already seven o’clock in the evening.
In the late autumn and early winter season, it got dark exceptionally early.
But in England—
It was a sunny afternoon.
Jessica, who had just returned from the Moses family yesterday, was woken from her nap by an annoying phone ring.
She frowned, opened her eyes, picked up her phone, and saw the caller ID before answering, “Hello.”
“Madam.”
A woman’s voice came cautiously, “Kahn, whom we sent to the Eastern land for four years and who has been trying to approach Yang Ziye since high school, had his right hand suddenly severed half an hour ago. Moreover, Ding Xiaolang, who rushed to the hospital afterward, also demanded that he leave the Eastern land before noon the next day.”