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But Yang Bao’s legs became stronger ever since he married the woman -- that was the result of kneeling in front of his wife...

Never did he expect that this sweet little beauty would be so tough once she became a wife...

Once he heard that Yang Bao was constantly abused after his marriage, Old Master Chu was so excited that he intoxicated himself for several days, and he chanted everyday: It’s so lucky that I dodged him. It’s so good to hear the encounter of that bastard Yang Bao...

Very well, the two of them has come together...

At the moment, Old Master Chu really wanted to run away.

But it was too late. He was already clustered around by his family members and walking towards the front door. Along the way, he gazed around, wanting to find a place to hide. But before he even finished thinking of a reason for doing so, they had reached the front door.

With a loud rumbling sound, the cavalry of the Yang clan had dashed towards them violently.

By such rapid momentum, it would be going to step the Chu clan flat!

But when they were almost ten feet in front of the door, Old Master Yang Bao shouted, "Stop!"

All the horses straightened their bodies up, and with a long ’neigh’, they suddenly halted neatly. A cloud of dust was stirred up, just like a tornado in the desert, and it blew towards the front door.

Everyone who had come out to welcome the guests was covered with dust.

The bright robes that everyone had previously worn suddenly became attires that refugees wore. Their faces were dusty, and all of them had mouthfuls of sand in their mouths. Angrily, they stared at the group of gangsters in front of them.

Old Master Chu’s sheer unexpectedness of all these had also made him swallow a mouthful of dust. He was furious, "Yang Bao! Don’t you ever f**king think that I fear you! You even dared to be so ill-mannered in front of our Chu clan! Have your guts grown fat!?"

Old Master Yang Bao blew his snow-white beard straight, and said happily, "Wahahahaha... Old Folk Chu! You’re still alive after we’ve not met each other for so many years!"

Chu Xiongcheng said angrily, "I’ll definitely still be alive when you’re dead!"

A snort came out from the carriage, "Chu Xiongcheng, are you cursing me to be a widow?"

Chu Xiongcheng was startled and he oozed sweat, "Hey, you’re here?"

Old Master Yang Bao looked proudly at Chu Xiongcheng as if he was a winner, and laughed cheerfully and said, "Chu Xiongcheng! You didn’t expect my wife to come, did you?"

Old Master Chu felt sullen in his chest, and responded sarcastically, "For all these years, how many times did you break your knees through kneeling?"

"Kneel your ass!" Yang Bao was instantly driven furious as his sore spot was poked.

At this time, Chu Feiling and Yang Ruolan ran over hurriedly. Yang Ruolan called out from a distance, "Father, Mother, why didn’t you tell me beforehand that you were coming?"

"It’s to give all of you a surprise!" Yang Bao shook his big head, "Now that my grandson has been found, I’ll not fuss over all your nonsense. Chu Xiongcheng, what are you waiting for? Lead your guests in now!"

Old Master Chu snorted unhappily and made way for the Yang clan, saying, "Please come in!"

Yang Bao got down from the horse, laughed as he strode in, and shouted aloud, "Where’s my grandson? Quickly get him out to have a look at his grandpa! Hahahaha, I’ve not seen that kid for 18 years. He was only a foot high then. I guess that now his dick may also be this long..."

Instantly, Chu Xiongcheng’s face looked as bitter as coptis.

Under the company of the Chu clan members, the Yang clan members were finally invited in. While the 200 people from the Blood-Clothed Troop were being taken care of, the more important personnel came into the Meeting Hall.

Old Master Chu, together with Chu Feiling, Chu Feilong and their respective wives; Duan Shuyi, Chu Feiyan’s wife, and their respective children, were all sat in the hall.

Chu Feiyan was naturally not here as he was helping Divine Doctor Chu to look after his medical center.

The Yang clan members who were here include Yang Bao, Yang Ruoxiong and their respective wives, together with two other teenagers. Both of them resembled Yang Ruoxiong -- they had sturdy bodies and large sizes. The only difference between them and Yang Ruoxiong was that they lacked a circle of whiskers. In addition, there was a comely girl who was dressed in red.

She was Yang Ruoxiong’s daughter... Chu Yang’s cousin.

Chu Feiling sat humbly on his seat. Whenever he saw his father-in-law and brother-in-law, he would not feel like saying anything and had to thank the God that Yang Ruolan was not like her father and brother. Otherwise, how would he be able to carry on his life...

The housekeepers offered tea, and instantly, the whole hall was filled with the fragrance of tea.

Chu Feiling’s brother-in-law Yang Ruoxiong sat heavily on the chair, and instantly, everyone heard squeaking sounds that made them feel sour -- the seat that the macho sat on had almost fallen apart. He lifted the teacup, and not caring whether it was still hot, he gobbled a mouthful of tea. The entire cup of tea together with the tea leaves went into his belly. He said, "Bah, the tea isn’t good, it’s so bitter..."

The face of the girl in red instantly flushed, "Father! Don’t talk if you don’t know. Every tea is bitter..."

Yang Ruoxiong cracked open his mouth, "Good child, how will I not know this?"

Chu Feiling flipped his eyelids, and thought: Why did you say that if you know it? I finally understood, you had come here to make a scene out of yourself.

Old Master Yang Bao separated his whiskers mannerly and poured the entire cup of tea into his mouth, then he put down the teacup slowly, saying, "Chu Xiongcheng, these are all the people you have to welcome us?"

Old Master Chu did not dare to answer him and smiled, "In-law, please have some tea first."

"What f**king tea!" Yang Bao stood up, "I saw all these people before, and only haven’t seen my grandson yet... He’s not even among them!"

He gave a queer laugh, "Why, do you want to give me a surprise? He’s not a treasure, so please let him out and let me take a look at him. I want to see what he has become after being outside for eighteen and a half years."

Chu Xiongcheng’s face twitched. He forced a smile and lowered his voice, "This... Yang Yang isn’t at home now, he may be in the medical center."

"Then go call him now!" Yang Bao widened his eyes.

Chu Xiongcheng gazed at Old Mistress Yang imploringly, "Ruolan’s mother..."

She had a benign face and white hair, and still looked elegant while being plump. One could still be able to faintly gather out how beautiful she looked like when she was young. She looked at Chu Xiongcheng and exclaimed, "Xiongcheng, we haven’t seen each other for so many years..."

Chu Xiongcheng was startled and said with melancholy, "Yes." His teenage memories were hooked up.

"Where are my two sisters?" Old Mistress Yang sighed and asked, "Why didn’t I see them?"

Old Master Chu gave a long sigh and pointed to the ground, "They had gone down there..."

"You’re alone for so many years?" Old Mistress Yang said sympathetically, "That’s bitter enough for you... Couples only become true partners when they turn old..."

Old Master Chu sighed deeply, "This is a long story," Yet he thought in his heart: Even though I’m an old bachelor now, my life has been so much easier than if I married you previously. Otherwise, I would be kneeling in front of you all the time. I’m stronger than Yang Bao in the sense that I know how to play safe... But of course, he dared not to say this out.

Yang Bao gazed around. He opened his mouth wanting to say something, but he swallowed the words back. Then, he opened his mouth again, and suddenly felt his heart burning with jealousy. He shouted, "Let’s talk the real business! Real business!"

Then he muttered, "We didn’t come to match-make the both of you... I think it’s a bit dangerous."

"What did you say? What do you mean by ’a bit dangerous’?!" Old Mistress Yang held on to her crutch, and with a bang, the stone floor beneath her was cracked into five or six pieces. She glared at her husband furiously.

Seeing the broken tiles, Old Master Chu’s mouth twitched, twitched again, and again...

"I didn’t say anything!" Old Master Chu tilted his head and straightened his neck.

"You’re so bold! You dared to talk behind my back!" Old Mistress Yang yelled like a lioness.

Old Master Chu covered his ears and groaned, "Oh my mummy... Luckily..."

Yang Bao choked with silent fury. After staring at Old Mistress Yang and Chu Xiongcheng for some while, he finally admitted failure and said like a defeated cock, "I saw the both of you exchanging winks at each other, and it looked like there was a resurgence of the love affair both of you had in the past. I had no choice but to guard both of you against it... If I had my wife stolen from me at such an old age, I would have no face..."

"Steal your ass!" Old Mistress Yang was furious, and threw her crutch forth.

Old Master Yang did not dodge. The crutch slammed on his back to produce a sound likening to the striking sound between two metals. He let out a miserable sigh, and acted as if nothing had happened.

Chu Xiongcheng twitched his mouth and slanted his eyes. He thought: Looks like Yang Bao not only need to practice his knees, but also his back... How many rounds of hitting did he need to endure to reach his current endurance level...

Instantaneously, he felt refreshed as he thought of it.

Yang Ruolan urged forward to make peace, "Mother, there’re so many people, and it’s the Chu clan here... Can’t you save some face for Father..."

Old Mistress Yang snorted angrily, "Is it me who did not save his face? Did you hear what your cuckold father just spoke!"

Old Master Yang Bao snorted with a low voice, "If I became a cuckold... I still have someone else to blame..."

This was said in an extremely low voice. Old Mistress Yang did not hear it clearly and yelled, "What did you say? Repeat it!"

Old Master Yang Bao stroked his beard. He revealed a sage and calm look, and said nothing.

"You’ve successfully made me mad!" Old Mistress Yang was furious and said with some hatred, "How old are you? Why can’t you save me from worrying for you?"