I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1434 - 1435: Can I Object (11th Update)

At this moment, the middle-aged man to the left of the elder suddenly tentatively asked you, "Little brother, may I inquire about someone?"

Although you appear cold on the surface, you don’t look very old, around twenty years old.

Seeing you nod, the middle-aged man hurriedly spoke, "Since you are the disciple grandchild of the ghost hand, you must know Chen Houtu." freēwēbnovel.com

"Yes." You nodded, in turn asking the middle-aged man, "Do you know my master?"

"Master?" The middle-aged man was momentarily stunned, nodding repeatedly as if it now seemed reasonable, "I see, no wonder your aura feels a bit similar to his! How has he been all these years?"

At this, your emotions did not waver in the slightest, as if speaking about the most ordinary fact, "He has already sacrificed himself."

"He... he’s dead?"

Upon hearing this news, the middle-aged man seemed to be dealt a severe blow and stumbled back several steps, supported by another middle-aged man in a military uniform behind him, "Brother, are you okay?"

"Impossible, this is impossible." The middle-aged man in the suit muttered to himself, "That guy Houtu, nicknamed Phoenix, how could he just die like that?"

Seeing the genuine emotions displayed by the middle-aged man in the suit, your heart was slightly moved, though your facial expression remained unchanged.

Although accustomed to integrating new memories, each integration is not a small burden for you.

The sensation of integrating new memories initially felt like reading a novel, where you’re quite familiar with the characters and plot. But when meeting the real people and engaging with them emotionally, the internal transformations sparked by these characters become quite intriguing.

After several instances, you gradually got used to it. Only by maintaining a normal mindset could you smoothly transition through this period.

You exerted great control over your emotions and said in a calm tone, "My master fell into an enemy’s ambush and died heroically. However, all those who framed my master have been dismembered by me."

Although it sounds like a jest, for some reason, everyone present utterly believed in this statement, for they trusted this seemingly indifferent man to undertake such a crazy act.

Old Grandpa Wei trembled as he opened the wooden box; inside was a piece of jade-green stone. It wasn’t large, roughly the size of one Yuan coin, oval in shape, and without any carving, retaining a natural stone form.

"Old Wei, before the ghost hand passed, he entrusted me to personally hand this to you on your seventieth birthday. He said he no longer owes you anything."

Tears trickled down Old Grandpa Wei’s wrinkled cheeks; he couldn’t hold back his tears as he caressed the jade like a treasure, murmuring softly, "Old squad leader, oh old squad leader, you owe me nothing, it was I, Wei Tong, who wronged you! You’ve left so carefreely, but how do I repay a lifetime of favors?"

"Dad, it can be repaid." The middle-aged men in suits and military uniforms each supported Old Grandpa Wei, their eyes also slightly red because they thought of their own pasts.

"The item has been delivered, so I won’t disturb you further." After saying this, you turned to leave.

"Wait a moment." The middle-aged man in the suit suddenly called out to you, causing you to look at him in confusion.

Wiping away a tear, the middle-aged man in the suit soon showed a hearty smile, "Little Li, didn’t your master ever tell you?"

"Hm?" You expressed your puzzlement.

"Didn’t your master tell you that you have a fiancée?" The middle-aged man in the suit now also appeared somewhat excited, "Didn’t he tell you about that agreement he had with me back in those days?"

You genuinely didn’t know about this, and you scratched your head quite rarely, "A fiancée, who?"

The middle-aged man in the suit turned his gaze to the beautiful woman in professional attire beside him.

"No way!" Wei Qingshan called out immediately.

Half an hour later.

"I won’t agree!" In the study, Wei Yingyue resolutely refused her father Wei Songbo’s earnest persuasion.

Wei Qingshan also aided alongside, "Uncle, I feel that lad is totally unfit for my cousin. Look at his appearance, that scar alone is intimidating enough. Besides, arranged marriages are old news; let the past be the past."

"Pipe down!" Wei Wuyue slapped Wei Qingshan directly. Wei Wuyue, being from a military background, understood the burden placed upon two generations. As someone in the know, Wei Wuyue understood the immense debt their Wei family owed to the ghost hand’s family. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that without the Chen family, there wouldn’t be the present Wei family.

The ghost hand, whose real name was Chen Weiguo, once served as a squad leader of a commando unit in the Southwest Military Region, participating in the counterattack against Vietnam and earning many honors with his squad before being transferred to another unit, where he became extremely covert. Your master Chen Houtu, Chen Weiguo’s only son, was a focus training target by the military from the age of ten, garnering numerous awards over ten years until he vanished fifteen years ago.

"Yue’er, let me explain..." Wei Songbo recounted the entire history between their Wei family and the Chen family to Wei Yingyue and Wei Qingshan. Although the story was not lengthy, every word revealed the Chen family’s profound impact and contribution to the Wei family, "Do you know it was your Uncle Chen who named you? Don’t you remember how he always played with you as a child and you called him ’dad’? Have you forgotten?"

Wei Yingyue remained silent, her limpid eyes gradually welled up with crystalline tears.

Wei Songbo continued, "Your Uncle Chen fell ill at a young age, unable to further his lineage. He told me back then that he viewed you as his own daughter. He said that someday he would adopt a son or take in a disciple and have this person take good care of Yue’er in his place."

Several indistinct images flashed through Wei Yingyue’s mind, and just those fleeting glimpses brought tears to her eyes.

At this point, Wei Wuyue, who had been silent, spoke, "How about this, let Yue’er and that lad cohabit for a while, claiming to be engaged, to see if they can develop feelings. If they truly don’t get along, we’ll reconsider then."

"Alright, I agree." A glint of wisdom flashed in Wei Yingyue’s eyes.

When everyone conveyed this decision to you, you weakly asked, "Can I object?"

"No!" Everyone in the room chimed in unison.

Like a wronged little wife, you piqued Wei Qingshan’s intrigue, who then patted your shoulder saying, "Kid, get it straight, my sister is one of the famous beauties of Yuhang City, did you know that she..."

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