Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 755: V618: Love is life and death together. 2200. [20]

Chapter 755: V618: Love is life and death together. 2200. [20]

Upon hearing this news, Mr. Liang was naturally in high spirits.

He laughed and repeatedly exclaimed "Good!" several times, then once again stroked the old photo of young Liang Yichao.

The same mouth and eyes, the same chin, the same face shape.

Mr. Liang smiled so widely his mouth couldn’t close.

Finally, when he went downstairs to see his grandson, whom he had missed for four years, he also instructed Liang Bingchao, "Inform your second and fourth uncles, tell them to come and have a look when they’re free."

"I understand."

The issue of lineage in the Liang Family has always been a focal point for their social circle. Although they are no longer involved in illegal activities, their former power still lingers. As the big brother of the Southern region for decades, how could such righteous authority exist without a leading figure?

Running a business is one thing, but having a born leader is essential!

Since Liang Bingchao is unable to have children, Liang Yichao’s offspring naturally becomes the focal point that everyone looks up to.

With the sudden arrival of this little heir, Liang Bingchao could easily imagine how excited his father’s sworn brothers would be.

...

Sure enough, after notifying everyone by phone, all the uncles and brothers excitedly gathered at the Liang Family on the third day. Seeing the child who resembled young Liang Yichao, they each smiled widely.

They came under the guise of the approaching New Year, and it was perfectly normal for brothers to gather at the elder brother’s home.

They paid respects to Lord Guan and pledged once again to continue being loyal brothers in the coming year.

Such gatherings were common in the Liang Family and raised no suspicion.

However, they were overly fond of the little rascal at the table, which made Liang Yichao frown slightly.

The redwood dining table, a seamless jade-like tabletop, accompanied by intricately carved dragon heads and wood patterns, had already greatly impressed Pei Cichu, who had never seen such interiors.

He touched the master chairs with dragon head carvings, and noticed each seat had a cushion embroidered with gold and red thread.

And at the head chair, there was a seamless image of the Azure Dragon and White Tiger.

The little rascal’s eyes were almost popping out.

Sweeping through the elder and younger uncles, each had scars, tattoos, and wore deep gray, black, or dark blue Zhongshan suits.

Each hand bore a silver ring symbolizing their status.

The Liang Family’s meals were quite exquisite, featuring dishes as authentically Chinese as possible, showcasing Chinese culinary skills from platters to steaming and cooking.

Even long noodle strands were stretched on the spot by the chef, creating a dragon-like shape for good luck.

Thousand thread silver noodles were cooked in the center steamer pot right at the table.

The tableware used was pure blue and white porcelain bowls with silver spoons and chopsticks, faced with tablecloths bearing the Loyalty Hall totem.

Not to mention the towering wooden framework and black accents everywhere offering a solemn atmosphere.

Every dish featured carving artistry like phoenix tails or dragon-head sashimi.

Pei Cichu finally couldn’t resist eating the radish crown from the phoenix and touched the dragon spout of a liquor pot, exclaiming, "Wow! So cool!"

Seeing Pei Cichu like this, all the uncles and brothers instantly bent their eyes in laughter.

In the end, most outsiders witnessing the Liang Family’s aura and image for the first time would be intimidated and dare not approach, wouldn’t they?

Not just for the first time, but anyone in the circle who had seen their gatherings would be so awed by the cold atmosphere that they’d be speechless for days.

Yet, Pei Cichu seemed like a calf not afraid of tigers?

Or perhaps, it was the essence of Liang Yichao’s son, whose inherent bold nature made him unafraid and fond of these things?

In high spirits, Liang Yichao’s third uncle puffed on his pipe and spoke, "Is it cool? Not afraid?"

"Afraid of what?" Pei Cichu blinked his grape-like eyes, saying, "They don’t even have this on TV, not in our house either, though Grandma and Grandpa always say Han Culture is the best and most worthy of study, I still think it’s too petty without this... this... what’s this again?"

"Grand? Majestic?" the fourth uncle chimed in.

Pei Cichu might not understand four-word sayings but could grasp grandeur, nodding repeatedly, "Grand, so grand! It’s fantastic beyond words!"

Instinctively, everyone giggled aloud.

Amid shrugged shoulders, a sense of pride in their cultural heritage grew while fondly appreciating the little one’s approval of the Liang Family and their social circle.

After all, Chinese culture~~~ heh, no matter what other countries, social levels, or foreigners obsessed with foreign customs might think.

They were born and bred in China, with a lifelong love and recognition of their national culture, brotherhood, and loyalty.

They knew foreigners mostly didn’t understand the heavy social bonds in China, nor the sacrificial spirit where brotherhood, nation, and righteousness sometimes outweigh family and kinship.

But who knows the joy of fishes being fishes?

In their world, they felt that this aspect of China was most worthy of admiration. With a heritage of thousands of years of civilization passed down through their veins, how could it compare to other centuries-old cultures?

Others don’t understand the complexity of Chinese people.

And they look down on the simplicity of foreigners!

The pipe-smoking sixth uncle, equally overjoyed, looked at the little fellow who endorsed their Chinese traditional culture and said, "So, do you like calligraphy? Grandpa will teach you to write after eating, why don’t you come here often in the future?"

Among them, except for the prematurely deceased seventh uncle, the sixth uncle enjoyed dabbling in literature the most, with exceptional calligraphy akin to a master’s work.

The sixth uncle’s proposal seemed inappropriate to Liang Yichao, not just because the little rascal was four and whether he could recognize numerals was uncertain, but also given his sporadic visits. The sixth uncle seemed to have a faint intent of coaxing the child into the family...

Liang Yichao felt something was amiss and intended to refuse.

Nevertheless, before he could speak, Pei Cichu, full of joy, perked up his brows, "The strange pen in your room, Uncle?"

"Yes, do you like it?" Seeing Pei Cichu take the bait, the sixth uncle bent his eyes deeper.

Pei Cichu pondered for a moment, then earnestly replied, "Sure!"

Upon hearing this, everyone viewed the kid who was born rebellious with even more delight.

What pleased them further was when Pei Cichu noticed everyone raising their cups in a toast once the meal began.

Pei Cichu raised his milk and imitated their clasped hands, echoing their words.

"Younger brother also wishes elder brother fortune as vast as the Eastern Sea, longevity like Nanshan Mountain!"

The fifth uncle bent his eyes, "You are also a younger brother? What rank are you?"

"What rank are you?"

"We are seven brothers."

"Oh, then I’ll be ranked eighth, I’m the eighth little brother!"

In an instant, everyone chuckled uncontrollably, amused by the child’s innocent words.

However, Liang Yichao thought differently, as Pei Cichu was sharp during their first encounter and knew the significance of certain words.

Sure enough, a feeling of foreboding crossed his mind.

Once Pei Cichu finished his glee, he turned to him, "Hey! Uncle, I’m in the same generation as your uncles now. So, I won’t let you be the grandson today. From now on, you’ll be my son, son, call me Dad!"

In that moment, Liang Yichao: "..."