Chapter 62: The Old Man Bouncing Everywhere (Part 3)

The little loli, like a lively little rabbit, bounced up from her chair, her face full of surprise and happiness, wanting to go and greet Grandpa.

But just as she got up, Song Qingwan pulled her back.

"Auntie?"

Song Qingwan met the confused and beautiful eyes of the little girl, paused for a moment, and randomly found an excuse, lowering her voice to say:

"Don’t go! Your Grandpa is thinking about something, it’s best if we don’t disturb him, otherwise he might get angry."

Hearing this, the little girl obediently sat back in her seat and nodded, "Alright, then I won’t go, Li Li doesn’t want Grandpa to get angry."

Seeing her being so obedient, Song Qingwan couldn’t help but smile as she affectionately rubbed her head and gave her a hard kiss:

"What a good girl! Oh, right, where were we just now?"

The little loli thought for a moment, "Auntie, you were talking about dad getting into a fight at the age of three."

"Oh yes, I remember now,"

Song Qingwan smiled, the corners of her mouth curving up, and continued, "Your dad, he was a mischievous one from a young age. When he was just three, he got into a fight with a six-year-old from another family, saying the other kid was too ugly and getting in his way..."

"Dad was fighting at three?" Little bootlicker Lu Li’s eyes lit up, full of admiration, "Dad is so awesome!"

"Yes, he is awesome," Song Qingwan tugged at the corner of her mouth, recalling the past, she couldn’t help but chuckle: "But as soon as he got home, my brother gave him a good beating..."

The little girl’s expression instantly turned sullen: "Poor dad... Why did Grandpa hit dad?"

"Poor my foot, he’s the worst of them all!"

"?"

Song Qingwan snorted coldly:

"After that time when Grandpa beat him, your dad immediately told your Grandpa, then your Grandpa gave your Grandad a good beating. Your dad even came over midway to kick a couple of times, which almost made your Grandad furious."

After Song Qingwan finished recounting the story of Lu Junhan at three years old, she looked up for a moment, noticing that the old master had gone back to his spot.

When Song Qingwan started talking about Lu Junhan at five years old, the old master slowly wandered back over.

When it got to the story of when he was seven, the old master went back again.

After a few times back and forth like this, Song Qingwan almost talked about Lu Junhan’s entire childhood, and the old master came over again.

This time he was heading directly towards them.

Song Qingwan had been paying attention to him, so when she saw him approaching, she momentarily didn’t know if she should get up, until Lu Li raised her head and obediently called out:

"Grandpa!"

"Hmm."

For once, the old master actually responded!

Did the sun rise from the west?

Song Qingwan looked astonished, and finally got up, "Dad..."

"You go about your business, I have nothing going on,"

The old master stood before them with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture extra straight and firm.

But his gaze glanced several times towards the lake piled high with all kinds of fish in front of Song Qingwan, his eyes lighting up, but still holding his ground stubbornly,

"...I just sat too long and I’m taking a walk to stretch my legs."

Song Qingwan was even more surprised; in her view, the old master wasn’t someone who liked to explain himself.

He usually issued cold commands for others to execute without question, he wouldn’t bother explaining more.

"Uh... okay, Dad, as you wish... but the weather’s quite hot now, do you want something to drink?"

Song Qingwan actually didn’t have much hope.

The table was full of chilled drinks favored by the young and children, but the master was very old-fashioned, typically only drinking hot tea, and that freshly brewed, with very particular tastes in tea variety.

In short, he was very picky.

But unexpectedly, the old master actually wanted something.

He gave an awkward cough, his stern face looking a bit unnatural, but his tone still had that habitual commanding edge: "Well... give me a glass of orange juice."