Chapter 8 The Grandfather Who Loves to Tease His Grandson

The old man was unaware of the incidents that had occurred with his grandson and, not willing to give up, he advised, "Brat, in what way is Feng Wu inferior to her sister? She's just as pretty and has a good personality. You could completely treat her as if she were Sisi."

Qiao Chengxun's icy eyes suddenly clouded over with gloom, and he said in a deep voice, "Sisi is Sisi, Feng Wu is Feng Wu, no one can replace the other."

"Hey!" The old man grew infuriated, "Do you want to anger your grandfather to death, is that it? This old bag of bones may not live past next month, do you really want me to die with regrets?"

"Grandfather." Qiao Chengxun showed a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "Don't talk like that."

"Hmph, I don't care, if you don't bring home a wife for me to see, I'll just go ahead and die for you to see."

"..."

Qiao Chengxun truly felt helpless, wondering how his grandfather, who had been more decisive than him in his youth, had become such an old rogue now?

Seeing his grandson remained silent, the old man stepped back and said, "Even if it's not Feng Wu, it's fine, whoever you want to find is okay."

"..."

"Otherwise, you could just have a pretend marriage for grandfather to see, and I'll die without any regret."

"..."

With a helpless sigh, Qiao Chengxun said, "Grandfather, if you really have that much free time, why don't you go and play chess with your old comrades?"

"It's because you've got me so worried, do you think it's proper to mourn a dead person all day and not take a wife? There's only you to carry on the Qiao family line, if it ends with you, how am I supposed to face our ancestors?"

"Grandfather." Qiao Chengxun interrupted him, "You just said, a pretend marriage would also be acceptable, didn't you?"

The grandfather would resort to drugging him to force him into marriage, and heaven knows what more drastic measures he might take next time.

So, he compromised, not wanting to guard himself against his own grandfather as if he were guarding against a thief.

"Hehehe…" The old man suddenly laughed heartily, "A pretend marriage isn't out of the question, but you have to find a proper girl. Don't let someone scam our Qiao family in the end."

Brat, see if he doesn't bite the bait!

In the marriages of the olden days, there were very few who came together for love, and most marriages were arranged by matchmakers and made official when the social statuses matched, which also resulted in many beautiful stories.

The old man believed that with his grandson's infatuate heart, once he had a wife, it would be impossible for him not to develop feelings for her.

Qiao Chengxun let out a small sigh of relief, "Grandfather, I promise you, within this month I will find you a granddaughter-in-law, but you must also promise me not to drug me again."

The old man, grinning from ear to ear, said, "Alright, alright, no drugging, no drugging your old man promises a truce of one month."

Qiao Chengxun was at once amused and unable to cry.

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The next day, at the Wen Family.

"Dong dong dong…" The sudden knocking woke up Wen Meimei, who had just fallen asleep not long ago, scaring her into a frantic heartbeat.

Damn it, she had finally managed to fall asleep, and she hated being disturbed the most.

"Third Miss, Young Master Qiao is here, Master is telling you to get up quickly!" That was the voice of the maid, Feifei.

Wen Meimei, having her sleep disturbed, was fuming inside. She didn't catch the first half of Feifei's words clearly, only hearing the second half. Why was her father telling her to get up?

Reluctantly getting out of bed to wash up, she took almost half an hour to drag herself downstairs.

Moving into the kitchen out of habit, planning to find something delicious, she suddenly heard her father's displeased voice, "Meimei, what are you dawdling for, hurry up and attend to Young Master Qiao."

Young Master Qiao?

Wen Meimei's spirits lifted slightly, curiously looking towards the living room.

The elegantly dressed man sat on the couch with his legs crossed naturally, exuding the demeanor of a monarch, wholly commanding the presence that even overpowered her father, who had been a formidable figure in the business world for years.

What the hell, why was King of Hell Qiao here?