Chapter 114: Gao Yuan's Family Background

  Song Jian drove the car into a dead end according to Gao Yuan's instructions. At this time, Gao Yuan also took out a bag and put all his wet clothes in it. He then climbed over from the back seat with his butt sticking up.

  "Right here, right here, you park first and I'll get my grandma to open the door," Gao Yuan said, pointing at a large gate at the deepest part of the alley.

  Song Jian stopped the car, Gao Yuan picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Grandma, I'm at the door, can you open it for me to come in?"

  Before long, the big gate opened.

  The alleys in Suzhou are mostly narrow, and the gates of the houses are also very small. However, the gate of this tall and round grandma's house is very wide.

  The gate opened and Gao Yuan said, "Drive straight in."

  "I have something else to attend to," Song Jian said.

  "There's no way to go back now, the outside is full of police cars. Do you want to surrender yourself? Don't forget, you're an accomplice," Gao Yuan said menacingly, his red hair standing on end.

  Song Jian helplessly twitched his mouth, but thinking about it, it seemed like nothing was wrong. He had originally planned to go and help Qin Huayu, but now that Pihai had been taken care of, it didn't seem like there would be any problems whether he went to Hongyan Shangyuan or not. Song Jian had still been worried about how to deal with Pihai, after all, in terms of martial arts skills, the current Song Jian was no match for Pihai. At this time, Song Jian was basically on par with an ordinary person, his strength wasn't even as great as that of a grown man, he just knew some moves and had quick reflexes. If he were to really fight Pihai, it's not certain that he would win. Now that the problem of Pihai had been solved using this method, it could be considered good luck.

  Thinking of this, Song Jian was no longer anxious and drove into Gao Yuan's grandmother's house.

  This house is simply a mansion, although the buildings in the house are some old-fashioned Suzhou style, but the area is very large. In the precious land of Suzhou, having such a large property is absolutely worry-free for life.

  Inside the house, apart from the bluestone road, there is actually a large area of space filled with flowers, grass and trees.

  "Over there is the garage, head in that direction," Gao Yuan pointed out the way. "When you leave later, just exit from the secret door behind the garage."

  Song Jian said "oh" and quickly stopped the car, and the two of them got out.

  "Where's that dead girl off to now? Hmm? Is she a friend of yours?" An old hunchbacked woman walked over, "Quickly, come in, come in, wait for the rain to stop before leaving."

  Song Jian called out "Nainai" and the three of them entered the room.

  The old woman was exceptionally enthusiastic about Song Jian, inquiring about all sorts of things regarding him.

  Gao Yuan was washing her face in the bathroom, muttering to herself: "Grandma, Song Jian is not my boyfriend, he already has a girlfriend, you can go busy yourself."

  The old woman heard this and was stunned for a moment, looking at Song Jian.

  Song Jian smiled and said, "We are just ordinary friends, we met on the road, it was raining outside, so I brought her home."

  "Oh dear," the old lady sighed, "you haven't had lunch yet, I'll go cook for you."

  "Grandma, I want to eat wonton soup," Gao Yuan shouted from the bathroom, "I'm starving to death."

  "I won't do it, when you find a boyfriend, that's when I'll do it for you," the old lady got up and muttered as she walked to the kitchen, "And those yellow-haired, second-rate kids are not good enough, only someone like Song Jian would be acceptable."

  Song Jian touched his own face and thought to himself, "Am I really so likable?"

  Gao Yuan wiped his face with a white towel and walked out, saying: "I'll wear this clothes for now, you go back and buy one for your girlfriend. I didn't expect you to be so rich, that modified car must have cost at least five million."

  "It was a gift," Song Jian sat on the sofa, "How could you kill someone on the street? So cruel."

  Gao Yuansong threw open the towel, let out a sigh, and plopped himself down on the sofa opposite Song Jian, saying: "Those people are too detestable, how can we not teach them a lesson."

  Song Jian stared at Gao Yuan in a daze and said: "You... so you look like this."

  At this time, Gao Yuan, who had washed his face and didn't wear makeup, was actually quite good-looking. His big eyes and curved eyelashes, small nose and below it a cherry-like mouth, made Song Jian scratch his head in wonder, unable to figure out how the red-haired kid who was chopping people with a big knife in the rain earlier could have such a pure and innocent face without makeup.

  "Heh heh, gotcha! Didn't you find that I'm quite pretty? Prettier than your girlfriend, right?" Gao Yuan said with a smug expression, winking at Song Jian.

  Song Jian reluctantly smiled wryly and said, "Alright, what did those people from Pi Hai do to offend you?"

  "Oh, so you also know Pi Hai? No wonder his legs were broken. This is a long story, but last year Pi Hai and my uncle, oh, you might know him, Li Zhixin, Huang Yao's big disciple, they went to rob a tomb together. It seems like my uncle betrayed him. As soon as he got out of prison, he gathered people to find trouble at my uncle's store. Hmm, it just so happened that those people were also old enemies of my uncle's. So the two sides started fighting. My uncle wasn't home, and I couldn't just sit back and do nothing. So I brought some retired veterans who used to work under my dad, and we clashed with them. Hehe, you saw it, they weren't even a match for us." Gao Yuan smiled triumphantly.

  "Song Jian, come and help me out, make a fire for me." The old lady shouted from the distant kitchen.

  Song Jian stood up and said in a low voice: "Your grandma is really impolite. I came to your house for the first time, and she let me cook."

  Gao Yuan rolled her eyes, "That's your honor, my grandmother has high standards, if you weren't driving a 5 million yuan off-road vehicle and looking somewhat handsome, my grandmother wouldn't have let you stay for dinner."

  Song Jian could only head towards the kitchen.

  Although it's an old-fashioned kitchen, the furniture inside is not old. Electric stoves, gas stoves, electric refrigerators and so on are all neatly arranged.

  "How much rice do you eat," the old woman asked as Song Jian walked over.

  "Hmm, a lot, grandma, just prepare enough for a table of people," Song Jian said. Since this old woman wasn't being polite to him, he didn't need to be polite to her either.

  The wife smiled with a hint of mischief, but instead of asking Song Jian to cook, she asked: "Song Jian, what's your relationship with our Yuanyuan? She never brings friends here."

  Song Jiandao said: "It's really just ordinary friends, huh, coincidentally met today, and came together."

  The wife sighed and said, "Alas, Yuanyuan is a child with a bitter fate. On her 18th birthday, her father, mother, and even the grandfather who doted on her all died in one night. Alas, don't look at how silly she seems now, but deep down, she's suffering."

  Song Jian was startled and asked, "How did he die?"

  "It wasn't just a fight between them that killed her, Yuan's father used to be the boss of Guanghui Society, but later several other societies secretly joined forces and wiped them out overnight, burning down their houses," The old woman wiped away tears from the corner of her eyes, seeming to have come to terms with the death of her daughter and son-in-law. Her tone was still calm, "Her parents' deaths were expected, they had done many bad things, so heaven would punish them. But Yuan was a good kid. She used to take care of those retired veterans who followed her father, when they got injured and no one took care of them. They all praised her for being loyal, I heard many people wanted to follow her and restart Guanghui Society... Ah, I'm old, I really can't help but worry about Yuan."

  Song Jian helped wash a piece of meat and said, "She should be allowed to go to school or work."

  The old woman shook her head, "I told her not to listen, Song Jian, I can tell you're a kind person just by looking at you. Can't you help persuade her to find a stable job or marry into a good family? If I die now, I'll have no regrets."

  "Grandma, I'll help persuade her," said Song Jian.

  "Ah, ah, that's good. You see, my house may be a bit old, but it's still quite spacious. In a few years, the government will demolish this place and we'll get compensated with at least several million yuan for this over 1,000 square meter old house. Plus, we'll also get allocated some commercial housing units. When I'm gone, all these will be Rongrong's money," the old lady said, sneaking a glance at Song Jian's expression.

  Song Jian secretly smiled bitterly, this old woman was obviously using money to tempt him, letting him and Gao Yuan become a pair.

  "The meat is washed clean, I'll cut it for you," Song Jian said, changing the subject.

  The old lady sighed and didn't mention the topic again. Actually, she misunderstood Song Jian's relationship with Gao Yuan because Gao Yuan brought Song Jian here. This courtyard is Gao Yuan's safe haven, normally, Gao Yuan would never bring ordinary acquaintances here. In fact, Gao Yuan was also considering her grandmother's safety, no one knew that her grandmother lived here, so when trouble arose, it wouldn't implicate the old lady either.

  After cutting the meat, the old woman let Song Jian go back.

  Song Jian washed his hands and returned to the house, where Gao Yuan was watching a movie on the sofa.

  After some thought, Song Jian still felt that he should advise Gao Yuan. He sat down beside Gao Yuan and asked: "What do you want to do in the future? You won't just be fighting and killing for the rest of your life, will you?"

  "What's there to be afraid of? But I have to master my skills first," said Gao Yuan, without turning back.

  "Nowadays, a gang isn't just about being able to fight and kill; it also needs money and strategic planning."

  "Huh? You understand too?" Gao Yuan turned his head, looked at Song Jian with a glance, "Right, Song Jian, your kung fu is very good, one punch and that mad Wang Hansheng flew away, can you teach me."

  Song Jian thought for a moment and said: "I can teach you, but you have to listen to me."

  "Of course," Gao Yuan jumped up, "you teach me and you are my master, except for giving myself to you, I will listen to everything you say."

  Song Jiandao said: "Alright, you shouldn't organize any more clubs or societies. First find a proper job."

  "You just don't get it!"

  "What's going on?" Song Jian wondered.

  Gao Yuanhong's eyes were red, and she glared at Song Jian, "You don't understand anything! Yes, you have money, and you're good at martial arts! You drive a 5 million yuan car, and you can go wherever you want. But what about those people? My dad is dead, they've been hacked to pieces, killed, crippled, injured... who's going to support their families? They can't find work, don't have a house, no social security, sometimes they don't even have food... how are they supposed to survive?"

  Gao Yuanyuan became more and more agitated as she spoke, her eyes reddening, tears on the verge of falling.

  Song Jian fell silent for a moment before opening his mouth to ask: "How many of you are there?"

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