Online Fortune Telling: Your Son Has Another Dad-Chapter 237 - 235: Palace Drama

Early the next morning, Lu Heng woke up from his cultivation state.

Last night, Yang Qingshu played games with others until midnight, so he was the only one who got up on time in the morning.

As for Yan Ya, she didn’t come home last night, and it was unclear where she went.

The old house in the morning seemed particularly quiet.

Lu Heng leisurely walked out of the courtyard, and after less than two hundred meters, a small garden appeared before him.

"You’re up so early?"

Old Mr. Yan, holding a birdcage in one hand and leading a big yellow dog with the other, was circling around in the garden.

Seeing Lu Heng approaching, the old man smiled and began to speak.

"Yes!"

Lu Heng nodded.

In Yang Qingshu’s evaluation, the old man didn’t have the temperament for business and preferred amusement.

Indeed, he was teasing the bird and walking the dog — truly living up to his reputation!

"You’re a Daoist of the Shangqing Tao, right?"

"Should be my granddaughter’s senior?"

Old Mr. Yan seemed quite curious about Lu Heng and asked another question.

"Correct!"

Lu Heng nodded again.

The two exchanged questions and answers, with more questions being asked and fewer answers given, creating a slightly awkward atmosphere.

"Grandpa, good morning!"

At this moment, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy walked in from another entrance.

He held a white Persian cat in his arms and politely greeted the old man.

Old Mr. Yan gave the boy a look and asked, "Taking the cat out to play?"

"Mm!"

The boy nodded vigorously, glanced at Lu Heng, then smiled and said, "Grandpa, I won’t interrupt you and the guest, I’ll head off first."

"Go on!"

Watching the boy’s departing figure, Old Mr. Yan sighed, "This boy at least understands things!"

"Nowadays, kids can’t live without computers and phones."

"If you don’t let them watch videos or play games, it’s like you’re killing them..."

Lu Heng heard this and just smiled indifferently.

He and the boy had just exchanged a glance, confirming that the boy was totally putting on an act. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Those bloodshot eyes and slightly fatigued and dull gaze clearly showed he had stayed up playing games.

As for the white cat in the boy’s arms, its body was stiff, and its fur was on end.

Along with the scratches on his hand.

It was enough to determine that this white cat was definitely not raised by the boy.

He must have gotten it from somewhere to please Old Mr. Yan.

"Grandpa!"

Soon after the boy left, a young man in his early twenties ran over.

The young man was wearing a branded sports outfit, with a bright and sunny smile on his face.

"Off for a morning run?"

Old Mr. Yan asked with a smile.

"Yes!"

The young man chuckled, glanced at the big yellow dog the old man was holding, and praised, "Grandpa, this yellow dog looks more energetic!"

"Of course!"

"You should see who raised it!"

Old Mr. Yan smiled with immense pride.

"Alright, Grandpa, you continue your walk, I’m heading off!"

The young man waved and jogged out of sight.

"My two grandsons aren’t too bad, right?"

Old Mr. Yan turned his head and asked Lu Heng.

"Not bad, not bad."

Lu Heng replied casually.

The boy previously was deliberately acting, but wasn’t the young man acting too?

Lu Heng could smell a faint scent of alcohol from the young man.

The hickeys on his neck hadn’t faded yet.

And the way he ran, his legs weak and wobbly, clearly showed he hadn’t recovered from a night of revelry.

"Young man, you..."

Old Mr. Yan was about to speak when a distinguished lady with an outstanding appearance and graceful figure walked over.

"Dad, didn’t I tell you not to get up so early?"

At your age, you should sleep in more and enjoy life!"

The distinguished lady approached, patted the big yellow dog’s head, and scolded with a frown.

Lu Heng was somewhat speechless.

Since when did getting up early become a bad habit?

Moreover, hasn’t your dad always been enjoying life?

In the early days of the Yan Group, it was your dad’s father who worked hard to run it.

Later, it was Yan Ya in charge.

Your dad only worked in between for a few years. The rest of the time, he was either indulging in drink and leisure or on the road to drink and leisure.

"Oh, I just saw the kid from the Fourth Family kicking a white cat."

"Why is this boy’s temper getting weirder and weirder?"

The distinguished lady said it as if casually.

"Kicking a cat?"

"Wasn’t that cat his pet?"

Old Mr. Yan was taken aback.

"What small animals can he rear?"

"I suspect he can’t even tell the difference between cat food and dog food!"

The distinguished lady laughed, her disdain evident.

Champion move!

Lu Heng silently listened and gave a mental thumbs-up to the lady.

With just one sentence, the image that the previous boy tried to create completely collapsed.

Then the lady continued, "As for the son of the Second Family, that boy is also troublesome."

"He was out drinking and fooling around last night and ended up hitting the hired driver."

"The driver says he’s going to press charges!"

Old Mr. Yan, upon hearing this, turned pale and burst into anger, "That boy just left me looking like he was fine."

"Heh!"

The lady let out another cold laugh, full of disdain, "He knows he’s a young master of the Yan Family, so naturally, he doesn’t fear being sued."

"Anyhow, if anything happens, it’s the Yan Family that steps in to solve it; he doesn’t have to worry about anything."

After reporting a long list of people’s offences, the lady finally left, satisfied.

Lu Heng was completely convinced.

The internal strife in the Yan Family was as ridiculous as a palace drama!

However, overall, the lady’s methods were a bit simple and crude.

Take the young man who went for a run, for instance. The best way would be to make the incident of him hitting someone bigger.

Then use outsiders to convey the message to Old Mr. Yan.

That way, she could even come forward to defend her nephew.

With that, not only would she create a perfect image of an elder who protects the younger generation, but she would also tarnish the other’s image in the eyes of the old man.

"These worthless descendants truly want to anger me to death!"

Old Mr. Yan had lost interest in walking his dog and bird.

He motioned for a security guard to come over, handing over the birdcage and leash.

"Old man, calm down!"

Lu Heng offered a word of comfort.

The morning’s show was quite enjoyable, bringing a smile to his face.

"How can I not be angry?"

"These rascals are all eyeing the rights of the Yan Group. With their abilities, can they guard the Yan Group?"

Old Mr. Yan angrily snorted, his face slightly pale, apparently genuinely incensed.

Lu Heng, seeing this, thought to himself that the old man better not anger himself to death in front of me!

If that really happened, I couldn’t detach myself from the blame!

Thinking of this, he quickly called over a passing maid, signaling her to help Old Mr. Yan away, lest he drops dead in front of him.

When he returned to Yan Ya’s courtyard, Yang Qingshu was setting up his phone, loudly saying, "Brothers, did you see, isn’t my sister cute?"

"Yesterday, I found a great fishing spot, absolutely can catch big ones!"

"Empty hope? What empty hope? That doesn’t exist..."