Chapter 1639: Chapter 362: Die Outside! (Ten Thousand Characters)
Duan Ziqing’s train of thought left An Yiqing sowhat at a loss, wondering how this was an almost thirty-year-old grown man—it was clearly a little rascal in the throes of adolescence!
An Yiqing deeply sympathized with her innocently getting caught in the crossfire and then comforted Duan Jingning before she finally got a chance to sit down for a rest. But as soon as she took a breath, trouble ca knocking again.
"Little girl, could I trouble you with sothing?" Peng Shaohe took a call, then turned and walked over to An Yiqing. Behind him was the manor’s butler, looking at An Yiqing with a gaze mixed with scrutiny, curiosity, and delight.
An Yiqing was puzzled—what was this old butler so happy about?
"Grandpa Peng, tell , I’ll do my best."
"It’s not a big deal, just wanted to ask you to co with Xiao Ze and
to pick soone up," Peng Shaohe explained hastily. "You see, my old man, my dad, Xiao Ze’s great-grandfather, got really thrilled a few days ago knowing Xiao Ze’s condition could be cured. The old fellow, almost ninety, kept insisting he wanted to see the benefactor who healed his great-grandson. Sohow, he got wind today that I was hosting a banquet in Country Fei, and the old man insisted on coming over to see you himself. He’s on the plane already." Peng Shaohe said awkwardly—his old man was incorrigible. Normally, An Yiqing’s status wouldn’t warrant a personal reception, but the old man had spoken; he had to et the Peng family’s benefactor right away!
With no other choice, Peng Shaohe could only muster the courage to ask An Yiqing for help.
After understanding the whole situation, An Yiqing found it amusing that the Peng family elder was like an old mischievous child.
She nodded and smiled at Peng Shaohe: "It’s just a small favor, no need to feel bad, Grandpa Peng. I don’t have much going on here anyway, better to go out with you and Xiao Ze to get so fresh air. I can also enjoy the night view of Country Fei."
Peng Shaohe was delighted, expressing his gratitude to An Yiqing: "I’ll have the butler prepare the car, and we’ll set off right away!"
An Yiqing nodded, smiling as she watched Peng Shaohe and the butler leave quickly. After a while, Peng Ze sauntered over.
"You really agreed to this? My old man is like a child, capricious without warning—be careful you don’t spoil him." Peng Ze said wistfully.
An Yiqing shrugged indifferently, "He’s just an old child; if he wants to be indulged, then indulge him. I have several old mischievous ones back ho, I can handle it."
Peng Ze pouted and muttered sothing under his breath.
"What did you say?" Peng Ze’s voice was too low for An Yiqing to catch, causing her to frown and ask.
"Nothing! I didn’t say anything!" Peng Ze snorted haughtily and took the lead, "Let’s go, the car is ready. I suggest you wear a jacket; it’s chilly at night. Be careful not to catch a cold."
An Yiqing looked at her white floor-length gown and shook her head nonchalantly, "I have Internal Breath Protection, even winter doesn’t feel cold. Little rascal, don’t worry."
Peng Ze stomped his foot and cursed "heartless," then turned and walked away. An Yiqing followed with amusent.
Peng Shaohe had prepared a well-performing Rolls-Royce motorho, spacious enough that even if An Yiqing and Peng Ze lay flat inside, it wouldn’t feel cramped.
Before getting in the car, An Yiqing briefly instructed Zhang Yuksheng and the others, leaving Zhang Yufeng behind to ensure everyone’s safety.
"Girl Qing, there are drinks and milk in the fridge, feel free to help yourself to whatever you like," in the car, Peng Shaohe warmly greeted, worried that An Yiqing might feel out of place.
An Yiqing chuckled lightly and nodded, giving a cheeky wink, "Grandpa Peng, rest assured, I’m quite good at ’claiming from the wealthy.’"
Peng Shaohe was taken aback, then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! I do love your cleverness, little girl! Smart without being pretentious, possessing a Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart! Commander An is truly blessed!" Peng Shaohe remarked, his expression suddenly showing a touch of nostalgic lancholy, "Oh! Speaking of Commander An, it reminds
of the warti days decades ago. I wonder if I’ll live to see an opportunity to return to the holand."
The car fell into a sudden silence, Peng Ze felt the wave of nostalgia from his grandfather, feeling uneasy. He was too young to fully grasp the deep longing his father and grandfather held for Xuanjin. Since birth, Peng Ze had always lived in Xin Sheng; to him, Xuanjin was just a word in books—a feeling etched into his bones, hidden in his blood, waiting to be uncovered.
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