Chapter 453 My Son Has Grown Up—Punching a Tiger to Death (The End) See You in the Next Book!

Chapter 453: Our Boy's All Grown Up, One Punch Kills a Tiger (End) See You in the Next Book!

After A Yan passed the student candidate examination, the family welcomed another xiaoge (a young male child).

Song Tingzhou named his youngest son—Yi.

Despite Meng Wan's efforts to gradually elevate the status of xiaoge and women, they still fell short of men. Having witnessed the struggles of various ordinary people, he and Meng Wan hoped their xiaoge would stand tall and unyielding like a mountain, just like his father, relying on his own efforts to remain upright and never be bullied by others.

Later, Song Tingzhou began to suspect that the name he had chosen for Song Yi might have been a mistake, given how the boy could topple mountains with his strength...

"Grandma, are there any dumplings left?" Song Yi walked toward the kitchen, bowl and chopsticks in hand.

Meng Wan, now middle-aged and so wealthy he could be called the richest man in the country, was nearly bankrupted by his bottomless-pit of a son.

He looked at the stack of steaming baskets on the table, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Quit yelling. Your grandmother's getting old. Hold on!"

If Chang Jinhua hadn't insisted on cooking herself, there would've been even more steaming baskets piled on the table.

The young lad set down his bowl and chopsticks, looking disappointed. When he sat down—already as tall as Song Tingzhou—a shadow fell over Meng Wan.

Song Yi was exceptionally handsome. Apart from his facial features, which favored Meng Wan, and his slightly smaller face, everything else—from his brows and eyes to his height—was a perfect copy of Song Tingzhou.

A Yan said his younger brother was the number one xiaoge in all of Yu.

Number one in brute strength.

From the moment he was born, little Song Yi showed astonishing talent. Unlike his older brother, who was raised on just one nursing goat, Song Yi needed two wet nurses and a milk goat from day one.

He was walking by age one, and when a maid teased him, he reached up and shoved her straight into the lake. From then on, he was attended only by sturdy matrons and male servants.

Old Ge was overjoyed when he saw him and declared Song Yi's bone structure was perfect for martial arts.

So whether it was Xue Sheng, Chi Yu, Hao Yun, or Song He at home, or Qin Jiao, Ge Quan, and Yi Hongfei from outside—anyone who saw Song Yi would teach him a move or two. He had no shortage of teachers.

After he started training in martial arts, Song Yi's appetite became even more terrifying. Chu Ci and A Xun looked into it for a long time and confirmed that aside from eating way more than normal, his body was perfectly fine. Meng Wan had no choice but to keep feeding the boy.

Chang Jinhua, her hair now completely white, brought out a few more baskets of dumplings, worried her little grandson might starve.

Song Yi was tall and handsome, but like Meng Wan, he had very fair skin. He was sweating from the meal, his cheeks flushed a soft pink over his pale skin.

"My son is still quite adorable," Meng Wan remarked, earning unanimous agreement from Song Tingzhou and Chang Jinhua. "Our Yi'er is so innocent and cute."

"Is that really true, Uncle Xue Sheng?" Song Yi blinked and asked Xue Sheng.

A Yan and Tong'er were off studying at an academy down south, and Chu Ci and A Xun were busy at the clinic seeing patients. Only Xue Sheng was left, nodding along with a fond smile.

"Yi'er is so well-behaved and skilled in martial arts. One day, you'll definitely become the most amazing xiaoge, just like your father!" Xue Sheng said with conviction.

Song Yi's eyes lit up. "So that means other people will like me too?"

Meng Wan, Song Tingzhou, Chang Jinhua, and Xue Sheng were all stunned: "?!"

The next day, someone came asking to see the Minister. Meng Wan's heart dropped—sure enough, it was a matchmaker, and she had a frail-looking scholar in tow.

The scholar wore white robes, with skin as fair as snow and hair as black as ink. His features were delicate, like something out of a painting, and he looked like he might topple over with every step.

Meng Wan's heart sank along with the scholar's unsteady gait.

"I pay my respects to Lord Mingrui. I am Wu Jiangleng, a compiler at the Hanlin Academy. I have long admired your daughter's grace and virtue, and I've taken the liberty of calling today to humbly ask for your blessing."

After Wu Jiangleng finished speaking, the entire room fell silent. Only the matchmaker continued to praise him recklessly—his good family background, his status as the newly appointed Tanhua, and above all, his striking appearance, with many high-ranking officials in the capital willing to marry off their daughters to him.

Meng Wan rubbed his forehead, looking at the dark circles under the Tanhua's eyes. "Marriage is no joke. Are you... here willingly?"

Don't tell me his eagle of a son beat him into coming here?

Wu Jiangleng was pretty embarrassed himself, showing up looking like that. He lowered his head and murmured, "I came willingly. I genuinely like him."

In the afternoon, after Song Tingzhou got off work, the family held a serious meeting.

Meng Wan spoke first. "He looks like a player. Are you sure about this?"

Song Yi blinked. "But he's handsome."

Song Tingzhou wasn't convinced. "Not as handsome as your father."