Chapter 672: I Will Get My Revenge on You

Yi Qinghuan spoke in a low voice, “I’ve never had any contact with them, so I don’t know what kind of person they are.

I’m a bit curious.”

“Since you’ve had no contact, then don’t judge others for the time being, but…”

Li Jian always felt it was too much of a coincidence that Bo Qingshan was kidnapped.

He furrowed his brows, his remaining words unsaid, and lightly pursed his thin lips, walking silently by her side.

Yi Qinghuan didn’t ask him what he hadn’t said.

The car stopped in the garage, Li Jian went to drive the car, asking her to wait at the entrance of the restaurant for a while.

After dropping her off at the Yi family, Li Jian was about to leave when he happened to run into Grandpa Yi, who was out for a walk and playing with birds, so he got out of the car and had a few words with him.

As soon as Li Jian left, Yi Qinghuan casually handed the food container to a servant and coquettishly took Grandpa Yi’s arm.

“Grandpa, I remember you have a Thousand-Year Ginseng?”

“What for?” Grandpa Yi looked at her warily.

“I see you have several, just give me one for now, and give me two boxes of the sea cucumber I brought back for you yesterday.

Oh, and also a few boxes of the brown sugar Aunt Tao brought back from her hometown the other week.”

Aunt Tao had been an old servant in the household, and the Yi family didn’t have that many strict rules; occasionally they would give the servants time off on the wrong schedule.

Every time Aunt Tao came back, she would always bring some local specialties, especially the ancient method handmade brown sugar from their area, which Yi Qinghuan had tasted a few times and found to have a good texture.

Grandpa Yi knew exactly what was going on but still decided to tease her a bit, “No way, why would I give them to you?

They were your gifts to me, is there a reason to take them back?”

“I’ll make it up to you later.

I don’t have anything to do today and plan to pay a visit to Grandma Bo.

It wouldn’t be proper to go empty-handed.”

Grandpa Yi then laughed, “I knew you couldn’t keep still.

You’ve only been back for two days and you’re already thinking about heading to the Bo Family.

When you were little, you also always brought them whatever nice things you had.

You, you, whose granddaughter are you anyway?”

“What does it matter whose granddaughter I am,” Yi Qinghuan said, arm in arm with her grandfather as they walked back, with a faint blush on her face, “for now, I am still your granddaughter.”

Her words were ambiguous, leaving their relationship unclear.

Grandpa Yi shook his head with a wry smile, “Go on then, they’re all yours.

My grandmother also has two boxes of fish maw, bring those to Younger Sister Bo, too.”

“Thank you, Grandpa!”

Yi Qinghuan affectionately pressed her face against her grandfather’s and walked away smiling.

Yet she did not notice Grandpa Yi’s mouth corners sinking behind her.

His granddaughter was good in every way; from a young age, she received no shortage of praise, and everyone envied him for having a sensible, talented granddaughter, but no one knew that Yi Qinghuan never had any playfulness about her and rarely lost her composure.

She was as dignified as an aristocratic young lady raised in a sheltered household of ancient times.

Even when happy, she never skipped around, and even when in a hurry, her steps never quickened too much; she was so poised that even her hair reached a level of utmost perfection.

What others didn’t know, was how envious he was of his old friends’ lively and adorable granddaughters.

The warehouse.

Bo Qingshan was on the verge of crying himself into unconsciousness when he suddenly heard several strange noises from behind the boxes.

It sounded like the thudding of fists to flesh, as well as something whipping against the body, the sound of skin splitting and flesh bursting.

It made his scalp tingle.

In his mind, Bo Qingshan imagined many unpleasant scenes, his eyes bloodshot as he fiercely glared at Zhou Zining, “You wait, one day, sooner or later, I will have my revenge on you!”

When he spoke, his jaw muscle was tense, each word as if exploding from between his teeth.

Zhou Zining was not the least bit afraid; right then, she was riding on the thrill of a critical point and how could she possibly be scared of a child’s threats.

She even provocatively smiled, “Good, I’ll be waiting.”

Before her words even fell, her expression suddenly changed drastically.