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Chapter 1124 - 777 Parking (Soliciting monthly passes!)

Chapter 1124: 777 Parking (Soliciting monthly passes!)

"Grandpa."

"Sit."

A new year sets sail, and Old Master Fang seems to have recovered from last year’s blows, at least he appears much more vigorous.

He sits under the ancient locust tree in the yard, beckoning to his grandson who has heeded the call.

Next to him, another rattan chair is placed.

Fang Jun sits upright and proper.

"How old are you this year?"

Since ancient times, beauties and heroes alike, are not allowed to show signs of aging in the public eye.

Even Old Master Fang, with all his past glory in establishing the family’s honor, could not withstand the ravages of time, as his once youthful face now carries age spots.

"Twenty-five."

Fang Jun answers meticulously.

Old Master Fang examines his grandson, drifting off for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, and after a little while, he finally says, "At your age, your aunt had already been born."

Fang Jun’s aunt is undoubtedly the mother of Fang Ai.

Fang Jun does not speak.

It was a family taboo to mention anything about Fang Ai in front of the old master.

"When do you plan to consider starting a family?"

Old Master Fang speaks leisurely.

For his generation, carrying on the bloodline is of prime importance.

Fang Jun seems to be caught off guard and does not immediately respond.

"I’m not done enjoying life yet."

Old Master Fang says: "Regardless of your parents’ attitudes, as a descendant of the Fang Family, you must take on the responsibility of expanding our lineage."

At the end, Old Master Fang adds with deep meaning: "This requirement shouldn’t be hard, right?"

It’s as if he has no other expectations of this grandson.

"Grandpa, marriage is a matter of fate."

Every family has its own difficult scripture to recite.

No matter how splendid Fang Jun’s life is, he cannot escape the fate being urged to marry; from this perspective, noble households and common families seem not that different after all.

"Don’t give me those excuses."

Despite his advanced age, propping up the grandeur of a great family, it is clear how domineering and forceful the old man is.

"If you don’t have someone you like now, then I will choose for you."

He states unequivocally, not giving his grandson any room for negotiation.

In an ordinary family, given the young people’s defiant nature of controlling their own destiny, they certainly would not acquiesce and would likely end in an unhappy split.

But of course, Fang Jun wouldn’t be so "unfilial."

Without the elder, he wouldn’t have today.

"I have someone I like."

He responds calmly and evenly.

"Which family’s young lady?"

The old man asks.

"Grandpa, she is not from a prestigious family."

Old Fang’s expression remains unchanged, "You should know, although I am old, I’m not an obstinate man, otherwise your sister would not have married that lawyer."

Though he has regained his vitality, it’s clear to see a hint of sorrow in the old man’s eyes when mentioning this.

The suffering in this world does not lie in the white-haired sending off the black-haired.

No matter how willful and reckless Fang Ai had been, she was after all flesh and blood of his own.

Fang Jun certainly dares not broach this subject.

The old man pauses for a moment and then speaks slowly: "Your sister’s ending, no one else is to blame; she brought it upon herself."

Jiang Chen’s assessment of her as ’profoundly wise and just’ seems not to be mere flattery.

Although not agreeing, the soul of the family in the form of this aged man truly holds deep-seated views on family hierarchy; no matter how stubbornly Fang Ai proceeded, she definitely could not have successfully married Ding He.

"Tell me, what does the one in your heart do for a living?"

The man who lived a spectacular life does not dwell too much on this sad topic.

"Grandpa, you should know her."

Facing his grandfather’s gaze, Fang Jun calmly says: "Her name is Hu Die."

Old Fang’s cloudy eyes focus for a moment, looking at his grandson, and he remains silent for a long time.

Fang Jun sits correctly, his expression unchanging.

"Why would you like her."

"I’m not sure either, Grandpa. I’ve met so many women, but it’s only her that I feel attracted to."

Emotions are the most mystical; no power can control them.

Not even oneself.

"From the first day I saw her, I felt that she was different from the other women."

Fang Jun was indeed honest, revealing his true feelings without any concealment.

The old man fell silent for a while and did not try to persuade with earnest words nor did he scold with thunderous rage. He just asked, "You like her, does she like you?"

Fang Jun shook his head.

"That’s also one reason why I like her."

So it is said.

Human nature seems to be somewhat cheap.

After all, numerous women are at one’s beck and call, to take and ask for as one pleases.

The old man diverted his gaze, looking towards the spring buds blooming in the courtyard, unknown thoughts occupying his mind.

Perhaps realizing his own ’disobedience’, Fang Jun said, "Grandpa, who I like is my own business. As for my marriage, you make the decisions."

Firm.

Yet seemingly very obedient.

He and Fang Ai really do seem different.

"Grandpa, I won’t disturb your rest anymore."

Having said what he had to say, Fang Jun stood up, planning to leave.

"That woman, you met her through Brother Song, right?"

Old Master Fang spoke up.

Fang Jun paused in his tracks.

"Yes, introduced by Brother Song."

"Do you still remember the words I once told you?"

"Of course, I remember. Grandpa, I have never forgotten your instructions."

Indeed.

The old man had once told him to stay away from Song Chaoge.

He had indeed always done so.

Aside from the necessary pretense in public, hasn’t he always maintained a certain boundary?

"Go back and make preparations."

Old Master Fang said concisely.

Fang Jun certainly understood what that meant.

It was merely his personal wishes being denied and refuted.

He had never harbored expectations of support.

Parents’ orders and the matchmaker’s words.

That was the fate tied to him from birth.

Of course.

He didn’t feel it was a shackle.

Marriage was just a formality or rather, a cooperation.

He bowed slightly to the old man and then turned to leave.

Exiting the old house, Fang Jun pulled the door open, got into his car, and started the engine while dialing a number.

"Continue checking airport surveillance. If Luo Long has indeed returned to the country, you must dig him out by any means necessary."

He anticipated that the Jiangs would take action, hence he had prepared in advance by monitoring major flight information and setting up a control at the airport.

But to his surprise, they ended up capturing an "impostor."

The departure city was correct.

The name was correct.

But the person was not Luo Long.

Or rather, not the Luo Long he wanted.

After the first call, Fang Jun, while driving, dialed a second number.

"Keep him in custody. I know you can find a reason. I don’t allow him to come out now..."

The domestic car approached the end of the red boulevard, and somehow, its speed gradually slowed down.

Ahead, several official cars quietly parked and blocked the intersection.

Beside the car.

Another group of plainclothes officers in jackets emotionlessly watched the approaching domestic car from the red boulevard and raised their hand.

"Stop the car."