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"Nonsense!" Nanrong Yong roared into the phone, "She is my granddaughter, and as long as I haven’t agreed, she is not allowed to marry anyone else. Jiang Yue’e, I’m giving you one day to send Wanqing back to me immediately, otherwise, don’t blame me for forgetting old friendships."

Jiang Yue’e replied calmly, "Dad, your health isn’t good, so try to stay calm. I initially wanted to resolve this matter peacefully with you, but since you insist on opposing it, there’s nothing I can do. Although your daughter-in-law is merely a woman, she is not entirely incapable. If I wish, I could bring down the hundred-year foundation of the Nanrong Family at any time. However, I hope you will consider carefully; this doesn’t benefit anyone. You’ve reached an advanced age, plagued by illness, who knows when you might pass, but what about Little Hao? He now sees me, his mother, as an enemy, and I can’t care for him even if I want to. If something truly happens to the Nanrong Family, how will he live the rest of his life, don’t you think?"

"You...you..." On the other end of the phone, Nanrong Yong was so furious that he couldn’t speak.

"Dad, there’s one week left until Wanqing’s wedding. I hope you can attend with Little Hao, after all, you’re her family. Alright, I’ve said everything I needed to; please think it over." With that, Jiang Yue’e hung up the phone.

...

East Sea City.

After leaving the base, Ling Chen was about to drive back to the Dragon Tiger Hall. Just then, his phone rang.

"Hello! Haozi, what do you need?"

"Chen, there’s a serious issue! Uncle Liu just called me, saying Grandpa has fallen ill and vomited blood, his condition is very serious," Nanrong Hao said anxiously over the phone.

"Got it, I’m heading over right now." After hanging up, Ling Chen immediately drove swiftly towards the Nanrong Family home.

Upon arriving, Ling Chen hurried to Nanrong Yong’s bedroom. By this time, Nanrong Hao had also returned. In the spacious bedroom, Nanrong Yong lay on the bed, covered with a quilt, with an IV drip beside him, and a doctor in a white coat was examining him.

"Haozi, how is the old man’s condition?" Ling Chen asked as he approached.

"The doctor said Grandpa is upset, but it’s nothing serious, he just needs to rest more. Fortunately, Uncle Liu discovered it quickly and called for a doctor, otherwise..." At this point, Nanrong Hao sighed, looking fearful.

"Uncle Liu." Ling Chen turned his gaze towards Liu Kun, who was standing by, and asked, "What upset the old man?"

"Earlier, the old man seemed to have received a phone call. When I passed by outside, I heard the old man’s emotions were very agitated, so I came in to check and happened to see him collapse."

"A phone call? From whom?"

"I heard him mention ’daughter-in-law’ several times; it was most likely Jiang Yue’e."

"My mother?" Nanrong Hao’s expression changed, and he said sternly, "No wonder Grandpa was so furious, it was because of her. No way! I must get to the bottom of this with her." He said, taking out his phone to call Jiang Yue’e.

"Don’t bother." Just then, a weak voice came from Nanrong Yong.

"Grandpa!" Nanrong Hao exclaimed joyfully, quickly rushing to the bedside, asking with concern, "Grandpa, are you alright?"

"It’s nothing, I’m not dying," Nanrong Yong coughed lightly, slowly sitting up with Nanrong Hao’s help. "Little Hao, listen to me. Don’t go argue with your mother, she’s not the same Jiang Yue’e she once was." Nanrong Yong sighed, saying, "When she first married into the Nanrong family, she was very filial, and I liked her a lot. But, for some reason, after being missing for so many years, her personality changed so drastically, it’s like she’s a different person."

"What did she say to you?" Ling Chen asked.

Nanrong Yong shook his head and said, "She won’t give up. Wanqing’s wedding with Yang He will proceed as planned. She even invited me and Little Hao to attend."

"I will never go," Nanrong Hao snorted, "I’d rather not have her as my mother."

"Of course, we won’t go, but we must find a way to stop her."

"Old man, don’t worry about this, leave it to me. I will definitely bring Wanqing back."

"No!" Nanrong Yong said, "I already have a plan. Little Hao, later, help me contact some people, I have some instructions to give."

"Okay."

After leaving the bedroom, Ling Chen asked worriedly, "The old man won’t have any more problems, right?"

"The doctor said Grandpa’s body is temporarily alright, as long as he takes care of himself, he can recover quickly." Pausing, Nanrong Hao asked, "Chen, sister’s wedding is about to take place, what’s your plan?"

"Don’t worry, I’ll bring her back. While I’m not around, make sure to take good care of the old man, don’t let anything else happen."

"I understand."

Back at the Dragon Tiger Hall, Ling Chen sat in his office, rubbing his temples. He’s been so busy with recent events that he hasn’t had much rest. The guardians’ matter has been temporarily settled, since Du Yunzhi doesn’t plan to pursue it further, they won’t meddle needlessly. However, He Honggang and his gang stole so many Soul Stones, posing a potential threat to them.

"Ling Cheng, what are you thinking about?" At this moment, Yuan Yun walked in from outside, holding two bottles of wine.

"Nothing much," Ling Chen forced a smile and said, "Are you here to drink with me?"

"I know you’re not in a good mood these past few days, so I came to keep you company. Still troubled by Miss Nanrong’s matter?"

"I’m not very worried about Wanqing’s problem; it’s Jiang Yue’e... I don’t know how to handle her." This is what annoyed Ling Chen the most, Jiang Yue’e is, after all, Nanrong Wanqing’s mother, he can’t just kill her. But as long as Jiang Yue’e is alive, she definitely won’t stay quiet.

Yuan Yun casually said, "Actually, it’s not a problem. Didn’t Jiang Yue’e alter Nanrong Wanqing’s memory? You can change hers as well."

Upon hearing this, Ling Chen’s eyes lit up. Right! Why didn’t he think of that before, since Bai Zhangqiu has already mastered deep hypnosis, why not rewrite her memory? This way, it’s beneficial for everyone involved. Thinking of this, Ling Chen couldn’t help but grin.

"You’ve got a solution, brother! Let’s have a drink."

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and Nanrong Wanqing’s wedding with Yang He drew ever closer, just under four days away. These days, Ling Chen had been making preparations, with plane tickets already booked, set to head to the wedding venue the next evening.

"Hey! Ling Chen, have you heard?"

Getting a call from Hu Fei, Ling Chen asked puzzled, "Heard what?"

"Can’t believe you don’t know about such a big event?"

"Alright, stop beating around the bush, just tell me what’s happening."