"Dad, Mom, aren't you used to air conditioning?" Wang Xiaoqiang stopped in his tracks and asked.
"Look, old woman, our son knows us best," Wang Kuishan smiled contentedly.
Mother chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Qiangzi, your dad and I were born into lives of poverty. You see, we avoid air conditioning in the sumr and heating in the winter."
"Mom, you shouldn't say that. Born poor, we can create wealth. You aren't used to air conditioning because you're getting older, that's all. Dad, Mom, go in and sleep peacefully. There'll be a strong breeze tonight," Wang Xiaoqiang smiled.
"Well, alright, Mom believes there'll be a strong breeze tonight. My son has been right since he was little," Mother smiled at her son, saying it with her mouth but not believing it in her heart.
Wang Kuishan looked up at the clear night sky, also not daring to believe his son's words. The weather was clear and sultry, a few clouds were red like fireballs, with no signs of wind or rain.
Wang Xiaoqiang didn't offer further explanation, saying goodbye to his parents and leaving the yard. He closed the door, paused outside the gate, and with a thought, absorbed all the Spiritual Spring into his body. Then, with a wave of his hand, the Circle of Myriad Phases flew out from his body,
He waved his hand again, and from the Circle of Myriad Phases, a stream of air burst forth—it was a gale, a cooling breeze. The strong wind rushed out and enveloped the Wang Family Ancestral House.
In the courtyard.
The old couple, Wang Kuishan and his wife, were imdiately refreshed by the breeze. The day's sultry heat completely dissipated, lifting their spirits. Mother couldn't help but express joy, "Wow? It's windy, my son really got it right."
"This brat is truly sothing. He can foresee everything…" Wang Kuishan grinned.
The wind kept blowing without stopping, coming in waves—neither too slow nor too fast, very gentle. Instead of the hot sumr wind, it felt as cool as an autumn breeze.
Sensing the cool breeze, Hongi and Little Juan ca out to enjoy it, overhearing the old couple's conversation.
Hongi didn't credit Wang Xiaoqiang for predicting correctly, rather she thought the old couple were pampering their son, attributing everything good to the second son, making him out to be sothing great, holding disdain in her heart. So she casually remarked, "Grandpa Wang, Grandma Wang, was that your second son just now? How co he looks so young?"
"Yes, that's Little Qiang. He's not that young, over thirty already. You can call him Uncle,"
"Uncle?" Hongi felt awkward. She usually calls Wang Dali, Brother Wang, and calling Wang Xiaoqiang Uncle would lower his standing, so she frowned, "He's too young, I can't bring myself to say it…"
"Eh, no worries, calling him Little Qiang wouldn't bother him." Wang Kuishan waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Hey, Grandpa Wang, what does Little Qiang do for work now?" Hongi asked casually, her expression natural.
"He…" Wang Kuishan paused, truth be told, he didn't know what his second son was doing now because his second son's company has already been passed to his grandson, Little Bao, to manage. Wang Xiaobao is already the chairman of the Little Farr Company. "Well, I don't know what he's doing now either."
As he said this, Wang Kuishan's face was full of pride for having such a son.
Hearing this, Hongi was even more convinced that Wang Xiaoqiang was a good-for-nothing loafer. Otherwise, how could his father not know what his son was doing?
She thought, the old man must be covering for his son's incompetence, and Wang Kuishan's expression also seed like he was hiding for his son in her view.
Honestly, to save face for his son, the father has to rack his brains to cover up in front of people—it isn't easy to be parents.
At his age, Wang Xiaoqiang still relies on his family, yet needs his parents to cover for him—doesn't he feel ashad?
Though inwardly she scorned and despised him, outwardly Hongi was perfectly composed, still smiling as she said, "Then, Grandpa Wang, out of your two sons, who's more capable?"
The Wang Kuishan couple laughed with faces showing pride. Both of their sons gave them no peace; Wang Dali ditched his first wife, and Wang Xiaoqiang had more than one wife,
But both sons indeed were capable; the eldest son Wang Dali was now a renowned real estate tycoon, with businesses across the nation, while the second son Wang Xiaoqiang's company had long since set up abroad—only, he was low-key.
Although the old couple had no knowledge or education, illiterate, blind to words but clear-hearted, they understood who was more capable. If it weren't for the second son helping, the eldest's real estate ventures couldn't have grown in Guangzhou.
Moreover, the second son had long since retired successfully, nurturing grandson Little Bao to be independent, managing the vast company, while the eldest was still hustling nonstop.
This is what you call a gap.
After laughing, Wang Kuishan earnestly said, "If you really want to compare, the second son is the more capable one…"
Upon hearing this, Hongi was even less convinced, still thinking Wang Kuishan was covering for his son, an unnoticed disdain passing through her eyes, internally saying, "More capable at being prodigal, perhaps!!"
For the sake of his parents enjoying a night of coolness, Wang Xiaoqiang didn't mind expending his cultivation base to summon a cooling breeze from the Circle of Myriad Phases.
After releasing the breeze, he didn't leave imdiately but observed its effect, resulting in overhearing Hongi with his parents talking.
Even though it was just a few casual words, it made Wang Xiaoqiang frown, thinking this caretaker girl was really not staying put.
As a servant, she lacked servant awareness, probing into the family's affairs, and her words subtly carried sarcasm.
If such a gossip-loving girl stayed in the Wang Family, then nothing could be hidden from her, and Wang Family's affairs would beco widespread.
The key was Wang Xiaoqiang was an Immortal, often having secrets, like feeding his parents Immortal Pills—if that were overheard by Hongi, spreading out, it might cause trouble and unnecessary issues.
Thinking this, Wang Xiaoqiang started walking along the village paths toward the villa, contemplating how to properly handle the Hongi matter, as she hadn't done anything wrong—outright dismissal could stir public talk…
Just as Wang Xiaoqiang pondered this matter, reaching the village entrance, turning toward the villa by the Shibalih River, a sharp voice suddenly rang out, "Damn it, I've finally caught you, thief…"
Accompanied by the voice, a figure charged forward, grabbing Wang Xiaoqiang's arm.
Slightly startled, Wang Xiaoqiang turned to see a woman. She was tall, with dark skin, rough texture, broad shoulders and waist like a man.
It was certain Wang Xiaoqiang didn't recognize this woman, and she spoke with a possibly Sichuan accent, clearly not a local, nor soone from Sanmiao Village. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets—your support motivates most. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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