Chapter 10: The Divorce (Part 1)!

  "Go today?"

  "Go today."

  "Do we really have to go?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "What if it fails?"

  Qin Luo was taken aback, stopping his action of combing his hair in front of the mirror, and turned to face Lin Qingyuan, saying: "Grandfather Lin, I'm going to break off the engagement, not propose. What's there for you to worry about?"

  Lin Qingyuan smiled awkwardly, thinking to himself, "You silly kid, you're already the designated candidate for my youngest granddaughter's husband. How can I not worry?"

  Of course, this is something that can't be said out loud.

  "Hehe, I'm afraid you'll back out and get hurt."

  "It's okay. I can handle it. Besides, this time it was me who went to break off the engagement, what kind of blow could I receive? At worst, I'll just be a bit more stubborn." Qin Luo comforted himself by saying.

  "Right. Qin Luo, your attitude must be firm." Lin Qingyuan patted Qin Luo's shoulder heavily and said seriously: "Marriage is a big deal, how can it be taken lightly? This is a matter of a lifetime. If you get together without feelings, that would be harming each other."

  The speaker forgot who it was that on their first meeting wanted to introduce his own granddaughter to others.

  "Grandpa Lin, don't worry. I'll go and make everything clear to them. Marriage isn't a transaction, after all. Can't force someone into it, right? Besides, I've never even met that girl before. If I go and break off the engagement, they'll probably be relieved." Qin Luo said with a smile.

  "Right, right, that's good, that's good." Lin Qingyuan nodded repeatedly. The more he looked at Qin Luo, the more he liked him.

  Suddenly, Lin Qingyuan's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

  "Qin Luo, let's discuss something, okay?"

  "Grandpa Lin, what's on your mind? Just speak up. Don't be polite." Qin Luo said while adjusting his long gown in front of the mirror.

  "Can you take off that long gown on your body?" Lin Qingyuan's face carefully climbed up a layer of redness.

  "Why?" Qin Luo was somewhat puzzled.

  "I think it's too flashy," said Lin Qingyuan.

  "---" Qin Luo stared blankly at Lin Qingyuan, unsure of how to respond.

  Yesterday when they came back, Lin Qingyuan heard that this piece of clothing was bought by Lin Huanxi for himself. He kept praising the clothes as good-looking and high-end. He also said that he looked elegant and majestic when wearing it, like a dragon among humans.

  How did a night's time become 'sleek' and 'eye-catching' in his eyes?

  "Let's change. Old people like young people who are a bit more stable. The black long gown you wore before is not bad." Lin Qingyuan continued to persuade, "Even if we go for a divorce, we should leave a good impression on others."

  Lin Qingyuan thought, this kid is so handsome, if he goes and is favored by that family's daughter, what about his own family's Huanxi?

  Let him wear that old-fashioned black long gown and the possibility of this happening will be greatly reduced.

  Alas, the pity of parents' hearts all over the world!

  "Alright, let's just drop it." Qin Luo said. He really had no way to disobey an old man's sincere and earnest advice.

  Take off this piece of clothing on your body and put on that black long gown from the closet.

  Lin Qingyuan nodded very satisfactorily and praised him a few times before leaving with peace of mind.

  Looking at the crumpled paper in his palm, Qin Luo suspected that he might have gone to the wrong place.

  Although the paper was stained with sweat, a row of steel pen characters were still clear: 18 Xian Nv Road, Xian Nv Mountain, Yanjing.

  Qin Luo went back to check the door number at the entrance of the big gate, no mistake, it was here.

  But everything in front of him told him it shouldn't be true.

  This is a detached villa built on the slope of Xianyun Mountain, a national geological park, with the entire Xianyun Mountain as its backyard. The castle-like European-style villa is hidden among the green hills and waters, mysterious and full of noble temperament.

  Next to it were several villas of the same style, and even Qin Luo, who had no concept of money, could see that each villa was exquisite and expensive.

  According to the taxi driver, these villas are owned by the richest tycoons in China, whose identities are unknown. There is a "Grassland Park" with a Western European pastoral style and the "First Ranch in the East". In summer, it's a resort for escaping the heat, while in winter, you can come to see snow, ski, eat game...

  "Could it be that the family I'm supposed to break off the engagement with is this one? What kind of person did the old man save back then?"

  In today's Huaxia country where the male-female ratio is severely imbalanced, it's already very difficult to find a wife.

  But I'm extremely lucky, and even before I was born, my future wife had already been decided. Looking at the situation, it seems like she's a wealthy young woman from a rich family... shouldn't I reconsider?

  After all, how many men these days wish they had a rich woman to support them?

  "Hey, what are you doing?" A man in a black suit with an earpiece yelled at Qin Luo, his face full of vigilance. He had been observing this way for a long time.

  Wow, my ex-wife is really rich. Look at the bodyguards' clothes, they're not those fake ones that cost tens of dollars, but black suits worth hundreds of dollars.

  "Big brother, I'm here looking for someone." Qin Luo said very politely.

  "Looking for someone?" The black-clad bodyguard clearly didn't believe Qin Luo's words. His suspicious gaze swept back and forth over him, asking: "Who are you looking for?"

  "Excuse me, is the owner of this house surnamed Wen?" Qin Luo asked, pointing at the luxurious mansion in front of him.

  The bodyguard burst out laughing and said disdainfully: "You said you came to find someone, but you don't even know the master's surname?"

  "I know his surname, but I'm not sure if he lives around here." Qin Luo explained.

  The security guard's face darkened and he said, "No matter who you are, I advise you to leave immediately. This is not a place for people like you."

  "What do you mean? This isn't a place for someone like me?" Qin Luo said with a cold face.

  "What? Do you want me to spell it out for you? Aren't we friends who have been through thick and thin together? It's okay to have some small fights outside, but this place won't let you come and go as you please. There are security guards and surveillance cameras here 24 hours a day. I advise you to give up on that idea." The bodyguard said with a hint of mockery, treating Qin Luo like a "梁上君子" (a kind of uninvited guest).

  "I'm actually here looking for someone."

  "Alright. Let's go. Those we caught before also said they were looking for someone. In the end, when sent to the Public Security Bureau for investigation, haha, all had a record."

  "Whatever. I don't want to explain it to you anymore." Qin Luo said in a bad mood, and ran over to press the doorbell at the entrance of the 18th luxury mansion.

  "Hey, I'm telling you, don't press anything randomly." The bodyguard was startled and hastily stopped him.

  "You're sick," Qin Luo said. "If I were here to cause trouble, would I still come and press your doorbell openly?"

  I hope I haven't come to the wrong place. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be beaten out with a mop by others.

  "Stop right there." The bodyguard grabbed Qin Luo's sleeve, preventing him from taking further action.

  Qin Luo furrowed his brow and said, "Let go, don't wrinkle my clothes."

  Seeing the conflict over here, the other two guards in the security booth also ran over. One of them even unholstered an electric baton from his waist.

  Want to fight?

  Qin Luo was afraid of hurting himself, so in self-defense, he used a single move to turn the tables and grab hold of the security guard who had been grabbing onto his clothes.

  He spun his body backwards, feet apart, and kicked one foot into the security guard's buttocks. The guard stumbled forward and ran into the arms of his colleague holding the electric baton.

  "Yin Ti Quan" is a physical exercise, as well as a combat technique. It belongs to the Taoist "borrowing force to strike force" method and has some similarities with Tai Chi Chuan.

  "Halt." A loud and clear voice commanded.

  The person shouting was an old man, in his fifties or sixties. He had a big bun on the back of his head, just like Wen Qiang's hairstyle after he became rich in "Shanghai Bund". He also wore a white long gown, which made Qin Luo feel somewhat favorable towards him.

  These days, not everyone dares to be like them.

  It seems that this old man is quite powerful, and with this shout, several bodyguards did not dare to move again. They stood in front of him, nodding and apologizing, without even a word of explanation.

  "What's going on?" The old man looked Qin Luo up and down, then turned his face to ask the bodyguards.

  "He was sneaking around the door, I thought he was a thief and came over to stop him. Didn't expect him to start fighting." The bodyguard who had been kicked away by Qin Luo explained in a low voice.

  "What's wrong?" Shui Bo looked at Qin Luo and asked. Those eyes made Qin Luo feel a sense of danger.

  This is a practitioner's family home. Qin Luo thought cautiously.

  "I'm here looking for someone," Qin Luo said.

  "Who is it?"

  "Wen Ren Thunder." Qin Luo said. The old man at home said that the person who was asked to come and find him had this name.

  "Who are you?" Water Uncle looked Qin Luo up and down once again, asking: "What brings you to see Master?"

  "Ah. Wen Ren Thunder lives here?" Qin Luo asked with a smile. He finally didn't get the wrong place.

  "It's a resident here. However, you should address him as Lord Wenren? Young man, you need to learn some manners." Shuibo said silently. In this world, there are few who dare to call the old master by his name directly.

  But this young man was so careless and directly called his name, giving him a very absurd feeling.

  "Haha. My surname is Qin. I'm called Qin Luo. I'm the grandson of Qin Zhong. Can you help me spread the word?" Qin Luo said with a smile.

  "Qin? Are you the grandson of Qin God Doctor?" Shuibo's expression was stunned, then asked with a surprised face.

  "Qin Shen Yi? Qin Zhong is indeed my grandfather." Qin Luo said with a smile. Thinking to himself, this old man who rarely speaks or smiles has quite the reputation outside.

  "Come in quickly." Shui Bo warmly pulled Qin Luo's hand.

  He then turned back to those several anxious bodyguards and said: "In the future, you must pay attention. When guests come to visit, they must report to me."

  "Yes." Several bodyguards responded in unison.

  "Old Master has mentioned you several times. You've finally arrived. Qin Luo, are you here to propose to Miss?" Shui Bo exclaimed excitedly as he pulled Qin Luo inside.

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