Song Gusheng couldn't help but tremble all over, his face lit up with excitement as he looked at Fang Yu and muttered, "Really... is it possible?"

Fang Yu smiled without saying a word.

There was nothing impossible in Fang Yu's eyes, for in his eyes, the Sect Master Bai Ze, Tuoba Yong, was still just a snotty little brat from back then.

Back then.

When the Dragon Emperor led the Five Great Divine Palaces, in order to expand the subordinate sects of the Divine Hall, the lineage of Bai Ze voluntarily aligned themselves. The former Sect Master of Bai Ze took the youngest, Tuoba Yong, to the Wind Divine Temple for cultivation, making him the youngest genius of Bai Ze.

During that period, the Dragon Emperor had also mentored Tuoba Yong.

Tuoba Yong felt grateful in his heart and called him his mentor.

However...

Time flies, everything has changed.

Fang Yu did not know who could be truly trusted, when even the Dragon Emperor's confidantes could betray him, what about these sects then?

"Song Gusheng… I ask you, were you and Tuoba Xue'er's mother mutually in love?"

Upon hearing this.

Song Gusheng lowered his head and sighed, as if he had fallen into his memories—

"Tuoba Xue'er's mother was actually my childhood sweetheart. That day, when the Sect Master went to inspect various tribes, he met Wan'er and took her for himself... I was powerless... After Wan'er went to Bai Ze, I bitterly focused on my cultivation of medical skills, and only later did I join Bai Ze. Seeing her doing well, I was content. Xue'er's birth... was truly an accident."

Fang Yu nodded.

He hadn't expected there to be such a story.

"So it seems that it was Tuoba Yong who stole your love?" Fang Yu said with a smile.

Song Gusheng remained silent.

That was an acknowledgment.

"Don't worry... with me here... Tuoba Yong won't harm you guys," Fang Yu said with a faint smile.

Upon hearing this, Song Gusheng was moved to tears.

Seeing Fang Yu about to leave, he quickly stood up and added, "Master..."

"Do you have anything else?"

"I want to know... Master, why would you help me this much... We are neither kin nor acquainted, and there was even a misunderstanding when we first met," Song Gusheng asked softly.

Fang Yu smiled faintly.

He snapped his fingers and continued walking forward, "Because, I am a good person."

"..."

That joke really wasn't funny at all.

It leaves one puzzled.

Watching Fang Yu's receding figure, Song Gusheng muttered to himself, "Treating Lu Tianxing back in the day was the most correct thing I've ever done in my life."

…

Meanwhile.

Fang Family.

Inside the grand hall.

A gracefully dressed middle-aged woman was looking around, continuously expressing her admiration.

On the sofa across from her, Ye Wenjun sat with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"My nephew has really become successful... This house must have cost quite a lot, huh?"

The middle-aged woman kept praising and then her gaze fell on Ye Wenjun, "Oh dear, the daughter-in-law is also very pretty, you are really fortunate to have married my nephew..."

However…

Ye Wenjun's expression was calm, even slightly unwilling to engage her.

This woman named Fang Shaolan, claimed to be Fang Yu's relative.

Ye Wenjun was initially skeptical, as most people knew that eight years ago on that rainy night, the Fang Family was wiped out, and the sudden appearance of a relative was a bit hard to accept.

But this woman actually pulled out a photo of her with Fang Yu from when he was young...

Upon entering, until now, she's been constantly lamenting why she hadn't stayed in the country those years, why she hadn't come to look for Fang Yu, and so on...

And then she just kept praising.

Wenjun felt like her head was going to explode.

As a daughter-in-law, naturally, she couldn't speak ill of an elder. She could only listen. Patiently listening to Fang Shaolan speak, while waiting for Fang Yu to return.

"Auntie, how big is this house?" Fang Shaolan asked again.

"I'm not very sure," Wenjun answered honestly.

"How can you not know... that dress you're wearing, it's designer, right? Did my nephew buy it for you? Really generous," Fang Shaolan exclaimed.

Wenjun didn't know how to respond.

Fang Shaolan glanced at a servant nearby, and asked, "You tell me, how big is this house?"

The servant smiled and said, "Including the back garden and the other attached rooms, the total area is about 2000 square meters."

"2000 square meters! My goodness..."

Although Jiangzhou is not as expansive as Yanjing, it's also a place where every inch of land is precious, each square meter could cost tens of thousands; this is over 2000 square meters!

Fang Shaolan exclaimed with surprise, "It's even bigger than before; my nephew has really made something of himself."

As she spoke, her eyeballs roamed around several times, and she sat next to Wenjun, saying, "Wenjun, do you think my nephew is rich? When did you register your marriage? Don't misunderstand... I'm just asking, there are too many people these days who marry for money."

"You are quite pretty... but women, after all, are just vases. They still need some ability. What kind of work do you do?"

These words were suggestive, making Wenjun slightly frown.

"I don't work."

"Oh, then do you have any savings?"

Wenjun shook her head.

Fang Shaolan continued asking, "Then, have you had boyfriends before?"

"I'm sorry… that's my personal matter, I'm not comfortable answering you." Wenjun replied with slight unfriendliness, as Fang Shaolan's questions became more pointed and made her uncomfortable.

"Uncomfortable? What's so uncomfortable about that... don't tell me you really are after our family's money?" Fang Shaolan used the word "our", acting as though she wasn't an outsider.

Upon hearing this.

Wenjun's beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she was already somewhat displeased.

"Please respect my feelings," Wenjun said lightly.

"Respect?"

This made Fang Shaolan also a bit displeased. Marrying for money and still talking about respect?

"Aunt, you shouldn't be like this... my nephew is so outstanding, you should be sincere to him. Moreover, by rights, I should have a share in this house... In the past, this property belonged to Fang Jintian, my blood is thicker than water with Fang Jintian, you are just an outsider."

"I could see it the moment I walked in... from head to toe, designer brands. If you were spending your own money, it wouldn't matter, but you don't have savings... nor a job. This means the money you spend is all my nephew's... this house has a part of mine, so technically, you are also spending my money... besides, I'm your elder, what's wrong with me commenting? Why the long face?"

Fang Shaolan was a bit like a gossipy woman, incessantly talking.

"When my nephew comes back, I must have a good talk with him, one should marry a virtuous wife like an aunt, not just a vase with no use at all."

While talking.

A servant outside walked in, reporting:

"Your son-in-law is back."

"Back?"

Everyone stood up, prepared to go and welcome him.

Even Fang Shaolan stepped forward.

But unexpectedly, Fang Yu moved very fast... and in a blink of an eye arrived at the courtyard.

As he reached the entrance of the hall.

Fang Yu saw the approaching Fang Shaolan, and raised his eyebrows, asking, "Why are you back?"

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