Luo Xiao felt something was off about Jiang Yugai’s tone. Confused, he went upstairs, intending to comfort the old man and prevent him from getting too upset. However, when he arrived, Old Master Xia was reading a newspaper and drinking tea, looking even healthier than himself.
Luo Xiao: “…Uncle Xia, are you okay?”
Old Master Xia sighed, “Let you both worry. It was nothing. I was just pretending to be unwell, afraid you’d beat the kids. Sorry, Xiao.”
Luo Xiao: “…”
His disciple, son, wife, and now an old family friend—everyone today was acting more unpredictable than the last. He couldn’t guess what Old Master Xia was going to say and didn’t know how to respond.
As the old man tried to stand, Luo Xiao quickly supported him: “You’re too kind. I know Uncle Xia meant well, worried I’d lose my temper.
Old Master Xia sincerely said, “It’s not about this matter. It’s about the two kids being together. Xianning already told me, and he was the one who made the first move, pursuing Yingbai. I didn’t educate that troublemaker well and caused you trouble.”
Luo Xiao: “…”
He sat in another chair, had some water, and asked, “What do you mean?”
Xia Xianning had always been well-behaved and known for being easy to manage. If Old Master Xia wanted to take the moral high ground, he could easily shift more blame onto Luo Yingbai. But he chose to be honest and told Luo Xiao everything Xia Xianning had shared with him.
“At first, when Xianning told me this, I thought the kid was out of line and scolded him harshly. But regardless, both kids are willing to be together. From what I’ve seen recently, they’re doing quite well…”
Luo Xiao couldn’t hold back, saying, “Doing well temporarily is because they haven’t recognized society’s cruelty. When problems arise in the future, they’ll regret it!”
Old Master Xia said, “If they don’t regret it, the thing you’re worried about doesn’t exist. If they do regret it, they’ll break up, which will be more decisive and painful than if you forced them apart. Isn’t that exactly what you want?”
Luo Zhao: “This…”
