Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

After the group returned to Sand City, Er Yuehong brought Hong Xingjun to visit. People from other sects also wanted to visit, but except for Xie Laojiu who was brought in, the others were turned away.

"Dad, them?"

Standing at the door was an elegant-looking old man, accompanied by a bookish young man and two teenagers.

"Don't talk too much!" The old man scolded the bookish young man next to him.

"But, we..."

"Okay, do you know where this is? You dare to talk nonsense here, go home."

The old man looked at the young man who couldn't tell the three colors apart, and left with his three sons with a grim face.

On the way, the young man was still indignant that they had waited at the door for so long, but the owner refused to let them in and didn't even say a word of explanation. His father, at such an old age, had to stand outside for an hour.

As soon as he got home, before the door was even closed, the young man couldn't help but speak again.

"Dad, why are you so afraid of them? This is Sand City, it's all ours, there's no need to be afraid of them!"

"Bastard thing!"

The old man couldn't stand it any longer and slapped the young man in the face with anger.

"Do you think we're the only family like this?"

"Open your dog eyes and see that the people sent by Lord Zhang and the people from the Huo family were all turned away. Even someone like Lord Ba was not allowed in."

"Tell me yourself, how can our Wu family be so noble and prestigious that people would bow down and kneel to welcome us in?"

The old man sat on the Eight Immortals Chair at the top, and when he was excited he slammed the table so hard that even the teacup on the table that was used to put out the fire jumped up.

Next to the old man sat an old lady with a gentle temperament. She was wearing a well-fitting cheongsam and had a white jade hairpin inlaid with pearls and emerald greenery pinned on her bunted hair.

"Okay, old man, calm down. You know what the boss is like."

"With his personality, I wonder how he survives in his workplace. He speaks so directly, isn't he afraid of being bullied?"

The old man looked at his eldest son who was kneeling on the ground, still somewhat unconvinced, and shook his head in disappointment.

"The boss is just a researcher. There aren't many cunning people in that place. They are all straightforward people. So it's hard to say why the boss is portrayed like this."

The old lady calmed the old man down and winked at her son who was kneeling on the ground. Unfortunately, the old lady looked at her son and didn't understand his mother's eyes.

"Mom, are you feeling unwell? How about I get you a doctor? It's taboo to avoid seeing a doctor."

The young man's words made the old lady so angry that she fell backwards.

"Alright, Wu Yiqiong, you can go down! I, your mother, am in good health!"

Wu Yiqiong was about to say something, but he saw his old man picked up the teacup on the table and was about to smash it at him. Wu Yiqiong was so scared that he ran out of the lobby.

The two boys sitting below lowered their heads, one looking at the floor and the other at their shoes, not looking at the faces of their parents and older brother.

"Dad and Mom, calm down. Big brother is just that kind of person. He has become stupid from studying so much."

When the old man saw his youngest son sitting there in a nonchalant manner, he became very angry.

"What about you, little brat? You skipped classes when I asked you to study. Asking you to learn something is like asking you to die!"

"Dad, I just don't like studying. Besides, I have my elder and second brothers here! I will just stay at home and wait for death. I will stay with you two elders every day and entertain you with colorful clothes."

"You are such a jerk. You don't study hard and just think about other things all day. You think I don't know, right? You just think about how to fool your dad all day long."

It seems that the old man was also deeply poisoned by his youngest son. He was so angry that he took off his shoes and was about to beat his youngest son. However, he was stopped by his wife and second son, and the youngest son took the opportunity to slip out of the house.

"Erbai! I don't have much hope for your brother. I just hope he can be safe. Your brother will definitely not be a quiet person. One day he will make a hole in this world. From now on, our Wu family will have to rely on you to support it."

The old man looked at the third brother who ran out of the door and the eldest brother who was sent away. The one sitting at the top looked at the second brother who was sitting at the bottom, who was as steady as an old dog, with great sorrow.

"Don't blame Dad for what he said just now, second brother. Although we have some money now and can be considered wealthy, compared to them, we are nothing."

"Dad, I know that my uncle's family has revealed some news about their family."

"They have been able to search for the past ten years without being caught by the guards. Even the superiors have to avoid them. Moreover, they can protect the Second Master. You can imagine how huge their system is."

"We don't ask to be on good terms with others, we just ask not to provoke them and not to make enemies with them. It's good to have the favor of the Second Master."

"Dad, I understand!"

"We were wrong back then, so it's normal for them to be angry. Your eldest brother is just a bookworm, oblivious to what's happening outside, which is fine. Your third brother is just too thoughtful and doesn't use his time in the right way. If that day ever comes, remember to help as much as you can."

It seemed as if the old man was really making arrangements for his funeral.

Wu Erbai listened to it in his heart but did not show it on his face.

The old wife sat beside him, holding the old man's hand, as if she knew something.