Chapter 2726 - 1693: Sorry, Honghong

Chapter 2726: Chapter 1693: Sorry, Honghong

What kind of extraordinary woman can make her own father and brother bow their heads and avoid eye contact?

Sorry.

It’s father and younger brother.

But that’s not important.

What matters is the "timely" appearance of Lan Peizhi, which makes it feel as though this space couldn’t bear the presence of such a powerful being. The atmosphere froze, solidified, and nearly shattered.

Great East Sea.

How could it be so small?

"Honghong."

The men who were just bragging and flattering suddenly fell silent, leaving only Lan’s mother, the only woman present, to stand up.

Lan’s mother’s intention was surely to ease the situation, but she’s not skilled at lying, so with an embarrassed flush, she followed her heart, "Why are you here?"

Oh dear!

You might as well not have said anything!

The Martial Saint was so embarrassed he wanted to bury his head under the table, silently bemoaning the situation.

Lan’s mother’s remark was indeed inappropriate, but what about him?

He didn’t even have the courage to speak.

Thankfully, Peace Hotel was well-built, so even after years there were no cracks in the floor, otherwise he’d probably have to climb in and hide.

"Shouldn’t I have come?"

Lan Peizhi turned her head, looking at her mother.

"That’s not what mom meant... What mom means is..."

Lan’s mother looked around and found that the old, middle-aged, and young men all had their heads down pretending to be deep in thought, though who knows what they were pondering.

Well.

None of them can be relied upon.

"What mom means is... we intended to surprise you."

These words.

Were at least appropriate.

Lan Peizhi, poised and elegant in her white attire, nodded, "Quite a surprise."

The Martial Saint’s heart sank even lower than his head, suddenly his leg was nudged by an unknown object.

The Martial Saint glanced stealthily to the side, noticing Brother Jiang Chen signaling him with his eyes.

To go up at this moment.

Isn’t that courting death?

But.

He just made a bold statement not long ago.

To be willing to brave fires and waters for the other party.

Tomorrow he turns fifteen.

A hundred years ago, that was old enough to go to the battlefield to defend the country.

A great man born between heaven and earth, how can he not keep his word or live in mediocrity and disgrace?

"Bang!"

It wasn’t a slap, Martial Saint just suddenly pressed down on the table, but the sound equally startled Wu Guangjiang.

He raised his head, only to see his son standing up with a look of heroic sacrifice.

Good boy!

Responsible.

Courageous.

He felt increasingly gratified and then lowered his head again.

"Sis."

Like a balloon puffed with air, but the moment he truly faced his elder sister, he suddenly found that the balloon wasn’t tied, and Martial Saint’s courage leaked frantically.

"Sis."

He steadied his nerves, determined, staring death in the face, "It was all my idea alone."

This kid.

Not going to implicate anyone?

Is he relying on juvenile protection laws?

But before your elder sister, the law is as fragile as a napkin on the table.

Eyes collided.

Only the rhythm of heartbeats could be heard.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

A waiter bringing in food with a tray accidentally popped the suffocating tension.

"Seems like I shouldn’t have come."

"Honghong, what are you saying."

Lan’s mother grabbed her arm, "We were planning to tell you tomorrow; tomorrow is your brother’s birthday. We know you’re busy, so we didn’t want to waste much of your time."

In Lan Peizhi’s mind, her mother holds a rather special place, which is the innate weight that the word "mother" carries.

Perhaps knowing this herself, Lan’s mother held her daughter’s hand without letting go, "Come, sit next to mom, it’s not easy for mom to see you."

The simpler the words, the more sincere the feelings they convey. Under Lan’s mother’s efforts, Lan Peizhi actually sat down, and Wu Guangjiang ceased pretending to be invisible, seizing the opportunity, he quickly called a waiter, "Add a place setting!"

"Sis, how did you know we were here?"

Martial Saint also gradually sat down, letting out a small sigh of relief, though his mood remained heavy.

The elder sister is someone of status in East Sea.

She’s unlikely to ruin her image by beating him.

But privately, it’s hard to say.

The person who hadn’t yet greeted anyone remained silent.

In truth, he wasn’t surprised by Lan Peizhi’s arrival.

He could bring Lan’s mother and father over, so it’s not strange for a daughter to know her parents’ whereabouts. Although Lan’s mother and father hadn’t actively disclosed it, the village was likely full of Lan Peizhi’s "eyes," and once they left, news would have immediately reached Lan Peizhi.

It’s just that Comrade Jiang Chen didn’t expect.

The other party would be so impatient.

To show up today.

"Didn’t your father just buy you a belt?"

Martial Saint was stunned.

Jiang Chen was also taken aback.

"Wu Guangjiang... did you use... my sister’s card?!"

Martial Saint’s gaze slowly shifted, belatedly realizing.

Wu Guangjiang was embarrassed, grinning awkwardly, "That was a supplementary card Honghong gave us, could it really be used to track?"

He was also puzzled.

"What the hell..."

Martial Saint almost cursed.

He had truly been moved earlier, felt that Wu Guangjiang went all out to buy him a gift.

Turns out he was flaunting spending his sister’s money!

The key is this wouldn’t be an issue.

Didn’t he know using a supplementary card sends notifications to the primary card?

Details like the time, place, and amount spent are all crystal clear!

"Are you stupid? Why didn’t you say you used Sis’s card?!"

Martial Saint turned his head, "Sis, why did you give him the card?"

Lan Peizhi didn’t speak.

Lan’s mother sheepishly whispered, "Honghong’s card was given to me, and I gave it to your dad."

"..."

"..."

"..."

This family.

Clearly motherly love and filial piety.

Spousal affection too.

"Mom... Sis’s things shouldn’t be given to someone else."

This little brat, how can he change his face so quickly?

Wu Guangjiang was displeased, frowning, "What do you mean someone else? Your dad is someone else? If it weren’t to buy you a gift, I would never use this card in my lifetime. Don’t believe me, ask your sister, did I ever use this card elsewhere?"

Still trying to argue.

Martial Saint was about to battle him when someone who had been silent, almost nonexistent, finally spoke.

"It’s the thought from Father, and the money from Peizhi. Isn’t this belt the best gift?"

Not for nothing is he Boss Jiang.

He doesn’t play in low-level games.

Once he spoke, it was golden advice, saving Wu Guangjiang and preserving Peizhi’s dignity.

Wait a second.

Peizhi?

Earlier, with Lan Peizhi absent, he could say whatever came to mind, but now the whole family was together.

Martial Saint abruptly shut up, finally understanding what it means to defer gratification.

When elder sister arrived and Brother Jiang Chen kept playing mute, he felt a bit let down.

He was too superficial.

An idol is forever an idol!

"What did you just call me?"

This was the first time that person spoke, and also the first time Lan Peizhi directly addressed him since arriving.

"Swish——"

Lan’s mother, Lan’s father, and Martial Saint’s gazes all simultaneously focused on the same face.

What the parents were thinking wasn’t known, but Martial Saint broke into a sweat for him.

The person sitting here, being his "brother," has reason.

So, you only heard one sentence.

"Sorry, Honghong."

Martial Saint felt as if struck by lightning, shocked to his core, completely bowing in admiration, with an old song echoing in his ears.

——I am thus conquered by you～