Chapter 37: Chapter 37 - 37 037 The old man is angry either apologize or get out

Chapter 37: 037 The old man is angry, either apologize or get out. Chapter 37: 037 The old man is angry, either apologize or get out. Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Hua Mei called out, “Qiu Qiu—” sensing the owner’s anger, folded her wings and remained silent.

The entire front hall instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The old man wore black today. Already in his twilight years, his eyes were clouded, his back slightly hunched, and he picked up the cane beside him, preparing to return to his chair.

“Sir—” Zhang Liyun stood up to support him.

The old man, without any change in expression, brushed aside her hand, “You’ve been busy all night; you must be tired too. Sit down.”

Zhang Liyun stood in place, stiffly withdrawing her hand, her breathing slightly quickened.

She could only secretly hate those who are inept, like trying to help a useless object against a wall!

Fool!

Tang Mo’s temper was usually very good, and now he was older, his heart softer, usually unwilling to make things difficult for others. Tang Mo’s face, which was flushed just now, completely paled, and her gaze suddenly collided with the old man’s.

Those cloudy eyes suddenly shot out a sharpness that scared her to the core.

“Gran—grandfather.” Tang Mo’s voice trembled.

Tang Wan quickly went to get the Heart Protecting Pills and some warm water, “Grandfather, it’s really nothing serious. Getting angry is not good for your health.”

“Knowing they were coming, I took the medicine in advance because I know, without the medicine, I’d probably be angered to death!” The old man’s fingers stroked the cane.

Took the medicine… in advance?

Zhang Liyun and her daughter’s faces turned even paler, because this signified that even if there was no apology, the old man wasn’t planning to let them leave peacefully today.

“Since I was last hospitalized, a lot has happened. Let’s not talk about the far-off things. Let’s discuss the recent events.”

The old man, being older and not in good health, spoke very slowly, each word painstakingly chewed out. This felt even more excruciating to them than being straightforwardly scolded.

“Tang Mo, I know you were upset after being caught. You’re holding onto that grudge, not willing to apologize, right? Then let me ask you three questions. If you can give me a satisfactory answer to any one of them, I’ll let bygones be bygones.”

“Grandfather, I…” Tang Mo wanted to apologize at this point, but it was obviously too late.

“The last time you stole something, you entered Wanwan’s room yourself, saying you were helping her pack. I know the relationship between you two. You aren’t even harmonious in front of me. Tell me, how did you suddenly become so good to her?”

“Entering someone else’s room without permission is equivalent to being a thief. Not having the police arrest you was already a favor to you.”

Recently, Tang Mo had caused too many troubles, and the old man was bottling up his anger.

“The second question, why did you go to the East Courtyard in the dark last time? You said you wanted to apologize to Xiaowu, but you were mistaken for a thief. Everyone was polite to you at that time. Now tell me, what were you doing in his room?”

“The last question, why weren’t you in the hospital recovering from your injuries, and why did you call Wanwan out so late last night? What were you trying to do to your sister?”

The old man suddenly threw his cane heavily, “Bang—” a muffled sound echoed.

Tang Mo’s body shivered, and her face turned entirely pale.

*

Jiang Cuo turned his head to look inside the room, clicking his tongue softly, “Wow, this old man is really relentless with each question.”

“Look how scared this little fool is. Wasn’t she standing tall earlier, acting all tough? Shouldn’t she respond strongly now?”

“People like that are just roosters with a few phoenix feathers stuck on them, not knowing what kind of bird they are.”

…

He spoke for a long time, while Jiang Jiu only raised his hand to adjust his sunglasses, yawning out of boredom.

Jiang Cuo: “…”

At such an intense moment, are you really feeling sleepy?

Instead, Jiang Jiu somehow got a blanket and handed it to Jiang Jinsang inside.

Jiang Jinsang leaned back on the sofa, the blanket draped over his legs, exuding laziness.

He seemed like a northern demon, languid and mischievous.

He glanced at Jiang Jiu, his gaze approving of his actions.

Jiang Cuo became annoyed and jumped, “This sneaky guy is just too shameless, subtly making his presence known everywhere.”

*

Tang Mo stood, twisting her clothes with both hands, several pairs of eyes staring directly at her, making her anxious at heart.

At this moment, Tang Wan’s phone vibrated twice, and she took it out to check it.

It was a message from Mrs. Jiang, an image detailing Jiang Jinsang’s preferences. She glanced guiltily at the person next to her, quickly replying with a thank you.

If others were not allowed, even if the phone was placed directly in front of Jiang Jinsang, he wouldn’t snoop, nor would he actively pry into someone else’s information. It was only Tang Wan’s guilty actions that caught his attention.

However, he hadn’t thought that it was his own mother; he thought it was Tang Wan’s girl friend, as that girl had spoken boldly before and indirectly caused trouble for Tang Wan once.

Tang Wan saved the image well, and Mrs. Jiang sent another message: “Our Xiaowu is counting on you.”

“Auntie, you are too kind.”

“This is only right. Next time when you have time to come to Beijing, Auntie will surely entertain you well…”

The two of them exchanged messages surreptitiously.

Jiang Jinsang raised his hand, adjusting the blanket, still pondering, ‘Do girls have that much to say to each other?’

He had no idea that there were countless pits waiting for him ahead.

At this moment, Tang Mo was being stared down by Tang Lao.

“If you don’t want to apologize, you at least have to give me a reasonable explanation.”

The filthy thoughts in Tang Mo’s mind could never be laid bare. Trembling with guilt, she subconsciously glanced at her mother, seeking help.

After all, she was her own daughter. Even if Zhang Liyun was angry at her failure to improve, seeing her so pitiful, she felt distressed.

She steeled herself, just about to speak, when the old man, in a deliberate tone, said:

“People make mistakes, yet you think others owe you; that’s unreasonable.”

“Either apologize or…”

“Get out!”

His last word was so heavily emphasized that it made Tang Mo’s head spin.