Ten minutes later, Yin Jian walked out of the bar and saw Long Xiao who was anxiously wandering near the door at a glance.

"Damn! You kid finally came out!" Long Xiao hurried over and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had no sign of injury. "If you don't come out again, I will cover my face and rush in to save you."

Yin Jian was secretly moved, and his brother-in-law was loyal enough! "I met a big man inside and chatted with him for a while, guess who it is."

"Is it... a tycoon?"

Yin Jian snapped his fingers, "Congratulations on your answer right."

"Really and false? What did the tycoon tell you?" Long Xiao was half-believing and half-doubted.

"He wants to buy me and manipulate the game."

"You didn't agree!"

"What do you think of my character?"

"I know you are not that kind of person. By the way, what does the tycoon look like?" Long Xiao asked curiously.

"Not really, a pretty ordinary middle-aged uncle."

"Go, it's boring!" Long Xiao was disappointed. He thought the "tycoon" was really a mysterious beauty.

...

The station at dusk is like an impressionist oil painting. The antique platform with flying eaves and brackets is covered with an orange-red halo by the afterglow of the setting sun. A maglev train from the direction of the Royal Arena roars into the platform, leaving behind a few passengers, and then roaring away.

A fair and pretty young man walked out of the platform with a suitcase in his suitcase. His military uniform set off his tall and strong figure, giving people a full of vitality. Behind him, a petite girl was following him, wearing a bag cross-body. The red and black cotton plaid skirt looked particularly beautiful in the dusk. Between the cotton socks and the hem of the skirt, a piece of calves was slender, round and white as jade.

"Xiaodie, where is the more convenient place to take a taxi?" After leaving the platform, Yin Jian turned around and asked the listless girl.

"No need to take a car. It's very close to the general's mansion. Just follow that road north and head north." Xiaodie pointed at the direction, but was unwilling to move. If Yin Jian hadn't insisted on walking with her, she really wouldn't want to go home to face her father's cold face. What's more afraid of the man telling her: Your mission at Xinghai Academy is over, and you will go to the palace to be a servant for His Royal Highness the Princess.

She admires His Royal Highness the Princess very much, but she doesn't want to be a little maid who has no freedom in her life. If she can, she wants to choose the lifestyle she likes after graduation. If she can live with her friends like she did in Xinghai College in the past three years and work hard for a common cause, how good would it be... After glance at the handsome back, Xiaodie felt hot. The most important thing is to be with Yin Jian, even if she can't be his wife, she would be willing to be his little lover. But if her father knew about her shameless thoughts, how would she treat her? She would be so angry that she slapped her, the unscrupulous illegitimate daughter! Xiaodie felt dark when she thought of this, and the way home seemed to lead to the execution ground.

With a melodious whistle, Yin Jian put his hand in his pocket and dragged his suitcase in front. Xiaodie followed him three steps away, putting his hands in his jacket pocket.

Yin Jian took a big step, but Xiaodie hesitated and unconsciously pulled a long distance.

Yin Jian stopped and turned around and waited, Xiaodie accelerated and trotted up.

The mansion at the end of the road is the hereditary General White Dragon Mansion. The 200-year-old weather makes this mansion look a bit old, but it also creates a simple and majestic family style.

Zhuang Jing and Yi Rong knew that Xiaodie was coming home, so they waited outside the mansion early, and welcomed Yin Jian to come to visit. The dinner was very sumptuous, but when Zhuang Yi appeared at the dining table, Yin Jian immediately realized that the atmosphere became depressing.

Zhuang Yi, who appeared in front of him as General Bailong and Xiaodie's father, was like two people who had just dealt with him on the third floor of the underground gambling house in the morning. The tycoon was cunningly cute, but the general was like a cold statue, even with an airs in front of his children and had no communication.

Especially his attitude towards Xiaodie is completely different. When Yin Jian met Zhuang Yi in the morning, he talked to him about Xiaodie's life and study trivial matters on Blue Star. These things are not interesting or important, but he listened very seriously and repeatedly asked about the details, which shows that he really cared about his daughter.

However, at the dinner table where the family reunites, he doesn't say a word to his daughter, as if there is a cloud of air in Xiaodie's seat. Zhuang Jing and Yi Rong chat with Xiaodie, he never talks, but just eats without saying a word. Influenced by him, others have no courage to talk.

After finally waiting until the dinner ended, Zhuang Jing and Yi Rong left the restaurant like they ran away. Xiaodie was restless and seemed to have a premonition of the disaster.

Yin Jian felt that continuing this desperate atmosphere was a torture for her, so he simply took the initiative to say to Zhuang Jing: "General Zhuang, thank you for your hospitality. It's getting late. If there is no other arrangement, Xiaodie and I will say goodbye first. Xiaodie will have a competition tomorrow morning, so it's very convenient to live in the competitive center."

Xiaodie immediately turned her head and looked at him, with gratitude and admiration in her eyes. These words were actually exactly what she wanted to say, but unfortunately she did not have the courage of Yin Jian. She seemed to be like a mouse in front of her father and didn't dare to breathe even if she saw a cat.

Zhuang Yi picked up the teacup and pondered: "Mr. Yin, please accompany Xiaodie to the garden for a walk first. I still have some work to deal with. I will come to my study in half an hour and talk to you about some things."

Yin Jian nodded and pulled Xiaodie's hand out of the restaurant.

"Sorry, I'm making you laugh, how could you let the guest take a walk with the host? He just didn't want to talk to me," Xiaodie couldn't help complaining when she walked into the garden covered by the moonlight, "But really, I'm just a guest in this yard, and I never felt like home."

Yin Jian picked a peony and sniffed it. The fragrance of the flowers did not improve his mood. Zhuang Yi's deliberate indifference to his daughter was puzzled. It was obvious that Zhuang Yi asked him to persuade his daughter to go home, but he was worried about Xiaodie. Why did he ignore Xiaodie after meeting him? This strange temper is really unpredictable. No wonder Xiaodie feared him like a tiger, so he didn't want to enter the house when he arrived in his hometown, so he would rather stay in a hotel and hide from him.

Xiaodie was used to her father's cold attitude. When she was walking in the manor with Yin Jian after dinner, she heard him ask why the relationship between father and daughter was tense, and replied lightly, "I have been so cold since I was a child. I have never felt the warmth of fatherly love in my life." She also said that her father did this because his resentment and fear towards her mother were transferred to her daughter.

"Resentment and fear?" Yin Jian shook his head, not understanding why Zhuang Yi treated his deceased wife like this.

"This is a long story. My mother is like the legendary Night Clan witch, who can predict disasters. Because her prophecy was too accurate, later her relatives and friends began to wonder whether she was predicting disasters or whether she was causing disasters and causing misfortunes to the people around her. So the relatives hated her, and this prejudice was also passed on to me. When I was a child, I was a little broom star, but I did not show my mother's magical prophecy ability, and my situation was relatively better." Xiaodie shrank her neck and showed a self-deprecating bitter smile.

"Your mother really has that ability, or is someone spreading rumors to her?" Yin Jian half-believed and half-doubted. The cultivator has developed spiritual consciousness, can interact with heaven and man, and has some response to the disasters that are about to happen. However, the whim is just a vague premonition and is not necessarily accurate. As for accurately predicting what happens at a certain time and place, it is even more impossible, unless he possesses secret techniques such as the Ziwei Divine Art, and he can tell good or bad luck with his fingers. However, all prophecies are Mahayana techniques, and there is no such inheritance in the civilized world, so how can Xiaodie's mother do it?

Xiaodie nodded seriously: "This is true. My mother did predict many disasters, but that was not her fault. If she didn't say it out, the disaster wouldn't happen?"

"Disaster is a disaster. Whether it is predicted or not, it exists objectively, and it is not your mother's fault."

Xiaodie sighed, "Who said it was not! But the relatives who urgently needed to shirk responsibility for all kinds of misfortunes did not think so. They knew that my mother was innocent, but they still used her as a scapegoat, as if she was a butterfly causing a storm. If she didn't say those unlucky things, the disaster wouldn't have happened."

"This idea is ridiculous, but it must be admitted that there is a market among those foolish people."

"Yes, the group of aunts and aunts in the dealer are so ignorant and ridiculous. As a result, no matter how my mother defends her, more and more people regard her as a witch who brings disaster, alienates her, excludes her, and even talks bad things about her behind her back and faces." Looking back on those unpleasant past events, Xiaodie's face became more and more miserable. "If things ended here, it would not be too bad. Although my mother was an alien in the eyes of relatives, at least her father still loved her very much at that time. As long as the couple was together and harmonious, others would not care about her. However, fate seemed to be unable to get along with my mother. Later, a tragedy occurred, which led to the dealer's complaints about her reaching the peak, and even her father was very dissatisfied with her..."
Chapter completed!