The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 421: Xuan Yang: Their Games

Chapter 421: Xuan Yang: Their Games

Another wave of sheer disbelief washed over Xuan Muchen as he struggled to comprehend his grandson’s defiance.

He had always known that Xuan Yang harbored a certain disdain for the family’s traditions and expectations, but had it not been natural for a young man of his age to rebel?

Surely, in time, he would come to see the wisdom in following the whims of his elders, in embracing the path laid out for him by his forebears.

But as he gazed at Xuan Yang’s unyielding expression, a sense of unease crept over him. Did his grandson not understand the importance of filial piety, of honoring one’s family above all else?

Had he not worked tirelessly to bring honor to their name through his academic achievements, almost overshadowing the scandalous antics of his father?

Xuan Muchen’s mind raced with possibilities, each more troubling than the last. Did Xuan Yang not desire the benefits that came with his success—the respect, the opportunities, and the chance to wield influence within the royal court?

Had he not considered the prestigious positions that lay within his grasp, the chance to shape the future of their kingdom?

But try as he might, Xuan Muchen could not fathom his grandson’s motivations.

The only one blessed with the immortal beast bloodline of an entire generation of Xuans, a heritage that should have filled any man with pride, yet Xuan Yang seemed intent on throwing it all away.

It was more than rebellion, more than a bid for power—it was a rejection of everything the Xuan family stood for.

As the weight of his grandson’s choices settled upon him, Xuan Muchen felt a swell of frustration rise within him.

"You would choose strangers over the Xuan family?" he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief. "What in the world does that ger have between his legs that is bewitching you to this extent?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and confusion, and for a moment, Xuan Yang’s face flushed red with embarrassment.

But beneath the flush lay a steely determination, a resolve born of years of silent rebellion.

His choice had been made long ago, and it was time for the Xuan family to understand where he stood—or at least, for the only coherent member of the family to comprehend his stance.

Xuan Muchen’s expression darkened at his grandson’s defiant words, the tension in the room thickening with each passing moment. He had hoped to reason with Xuan Yang, to make him see the wisdom in preserving the family’s legacy, but it seemed his efforts were in vain.

"What he has and doesn’t have between his legs is only for me and Xuan Jian to know—" Xuan Yang began, his tone laced with defiance.

But before he could finish, Xuan Muchen interjected, his disgust evident in his voice. "You truly do share your ger with that orphan of unknown origins?" he questioned, his disapproval clear.

Xuan Yang’s response was sharp, a rebuke to his grandfather’s judgment. "I do. But I find it interesting that you all care about Xuan Jian’s origins now. When the patriarch stated my new bride would be passed to him after birthing a child for me, no one had anything to say."

Xuan Muchen paused, his fingers tracing the game pieces before him as he considered his grandson’s words. "That is different," he insisted, his tone measured.

"There are only so many children a ger can give you. It was rash for Muyang to state that outright, but it is also logical to ensure our Xuan name flourishes."

But Xuan Yang was no longer listening, his patience worn thin by his grandfather’s rationalizations. "And I’m sure as soon as a second child was born," he spat, his voice tinged with bitterness, "Xu Feng would be passed to the patriarch to warm his bed."

The air crackled with tension as Xuan Yang’s words hung in the air, his anger tangible. For a moment, Xuan Muchen found himself at a loss for words, stunned by the raw emotion radiating from his grandson.

It was a side of Xuan Yang he had never seen before, an uncontrolled fury that left him feeling helpless and saddened. He had never realized the depth of his grandson’s feelings for Xu Feng, nor the extent to which their relationship meant to him.

As he looked at Xuan Yang now, breathing raggedly with barely contained rage, Xuan Muchen felt a pang of regret. Regret that he had failed to understand his grandson, regret that their relationship had deteriorated to this point.

But even in the midst of it all, Xuan Muchen remained true to his word. "I lost the final game," he admitted, his voice heavy with resignation.

"Whether you want Xu Feng to run your business or not, I will back you as I promised and use my connections to keep the business protected."

His gaze softened as he looked at his grandson, a flicker of hope in his eyes. "Both Xu Feng and Xuan Jian have academic potential," he continued, his tone gentler now. "At least allow one of them to test in the fall. I will make sure your father doesn’t hold Xuan Jian back this time, if you choose him."

In exchange, Xuan Muchen made a simple request. "In return, I want to meet your child when they are born," he said softly, his voice tinged with longing.

And in that moment, there was a glimmer of reconciliation—a chance for healing and understanding between grandfather and grandson.

With that, a knot seemed to form in Xuan Muchen’s throat, but he continued. "I was not a good grandfather to you, but I would like to be a good relative to your child."

Xuan Yang’s anger seemed to dissipate. That wasn’t in his plans. If it was left up to him, Da Long and Xiao Long would never see any member of the Xuan family, all they did was play games.

But he would consider this request for his grandfather.

His brain said it made no sense, but Xuan Yang’s heart was telling him otherwise. What would Xu Feng have to say about this?

But a snake was a snake, and Old Xuan wasn’t done yet.