Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Chapter 633 - 633 Fate 3



633 Fate 3

He vented all his anger on Yan Qingyun, even if it was not his fault.

When he was so angry that he lost control, he even reached out and pinched Yan Qingyun a few times.

Yan Qingyun’s eyes widened. He had never expected that Yan Zhiyuan would be so presumptuous without any humanity. He even dared to hurt his own father. Did he know what he was doing? Did he know the consequences of doing this?

No matter what, he was still a second-ranked minister. With his death, many people would come to pay their respects. Even if there were only a few friends and enemies, as long as someone saw that something was wrong, the coroner would come to perform an autopsy. Under the autopsy, nothing could be hidden.

His friends would not watch him die so suddenly.

It was even more so for his enemies. His enemies couldn’t wait to blow up the matter and not allow him to die in peace. No matter who did this, the outcome wouldn’t be good.

He did not even dare to imagine what would happen to Yan Zhiyuan.

This son was actually so stupid that he could even forget this. Thinking that all his years of teaching were useless, Yan Qingyun only felt blood surging in his throat and blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Zhiyuan said mockingly, “Now you know how to be angry? What were you doing earlier? Look at you, what’s the use of currying favor, what’s the use? Do you know how many boxes of good stuff were brought into the Qi Residence?”

“That old fart from the Qi family is disgusting. He even prepared a martial arts banquet for this. He said that it was a reward for the martial arts sect and took out a few precious swords to give to them. He invited so many people, but he didn’t invite us. You even gave him good gifts. What about him? Does he care about you?”

The Qi family did not invite the Yan family to the banquet, which made Yan Zhiyuan very angry, as if he had been slapped in the face.

Yan Zhiyuan vented all his anger on Yan Qingyun.

After venting his anger, he tidied up his clothes and said calmly, “By the way, I don’t know if you still remember that on New Year’s day at the entrance of the Qi Residence, there was a little Daoist priest beside Su Xiaolu. He came today and said that he was fated with you and that he could resolve your doubts. That little Daoist priest was blind and came alone. I chased him out.”

Yan Qingyun’s face was contorted. He was really angry. He felt that his body was about to explode from anger. Blood kept flowing out of the corner of his mouth, but even so, he was still alive.

Seeing this, Yan Zhiyuan smiled. “Father, what doubts do you have in mind? I’m quite curious. Could it be that you want to know why Su Chong and Su Hua didn’t take your flattery seriously? Or is it something else? Unfortunately, you can’t speak now, and I won’t let you speak. The confusion in your heart can only end in vain. Bring it to the coffin yourself.”

Yan Qingyun was so angry that his eyes turned red. He looked like he was about to explode, and Yan Zhiyuan felt very happy just by looking at him.

Although he wanted to know, he was happier to see Yan Qingyun unable to talk, so it didn’t matter if he didn’t know.

After provoking Yan Qingyun, Yan Zhiyuan got up and left.

After he left, the old servant stood up and walked over to look at Yan Qingyun. He sighed and whispered, “Master, why are you doing this?”

“I know how bitter you feel… Sigh…”

The old servant carefully wiped the blood from the corner of Yan Qingyun’s mouth.

He was already so angry, but he still couldn’t die. Just looking at him made him suffer.

Yan Qingyun’s body trembled slightly. He also wanted to let go. He wanted to die, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t die. He couldn’t accept this.

Every moment of his life was a torture worse than death.

—-

Little Niu was sent out of the residence. Seeing that he was unwilling to leave, the manservant said helplessly, “Little Daoist priest, you should leave quickly. Our young master doesn’t allow you to enter. No one can do anything about it.”

Little Niu’s expression was solemn. Without saying a word, he sat cross-legged in front of the residence.

Seeing how stubborn he was, the manservant shook his head helplessly and went in without saying anything else. He was just a servant and could not do anything.

He was walking on thin ice himself. He could not even protect himself, so how could he care about others?

He had almost fallen into eternal damnation just now. He did not dare to interfere in this matter anymore.

Little Niu sat there for several hours. Yan Zhiyuan went out at night and frowned when he saw him. He went up to him. “Why are you still here?”

“Why don’t we do this? My father is sick now, and I’m the one who calls the shots in the family now. It’s the same if you tell me.”

Yan Zhiyuan was going to chase Little Niu away, but he changed his mind after some thought.

Little Niu bowed and said, “I do have something to say to you.”

Yan Zhiyuan’s interest was piqued. “What do you mean? You look like you know something. Tell me, will I get what I want in the future?”

Yan Zhiyuan was ambitious. He thought that since Little Niu was Su Xiaolu’s friend, he should be quite capable. He felt more comfortable thinking about it.

He looked at Little Niu’s empty eyes and was instantly suspicious. “You can’t even see with your eyes. What ability do you have to make a living?”

Yan Zhiyuan had no etiquette or respect, but Little Niu was not angry. He still had a gentle expression on his face as he said lightly, “I don’t rely on my eyes to see, I rely on my senses. The fated person is now in danger and doesn’t know it. The current situation is like walking on thin ice…”

“Shut up, what bullsh*t. I’m in luck now. What bullsh*t are you talking about? You’re the same as that Su family. You’re not good people. Get lost quickly. If you don’t leave, don’t blame me for being rude to you.”

Yan Zhiyuan didn’t want to listen to any of Little Niu’s words. He didn’t like any of them.

His response was also very simple. He raised his head disdainfully and said coldly, “I was originally thinking that if you said something good, I would let you see my father. Who knew that your dog mouth would not say anything good? You even said that you were here to resolve my father’s doubts. I think you’re here to anger him to death. I can’t be bothered to talk nonsense with you. Scram.”

If Little Niu wanted to see his father, he wouldn’t allow him to.

Yan Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes, ready to admire the regretful look on Little Niu’s face.

But after he finished speaking, Little Niu’s expression didn’t change at all. He didn’t say anything else and just knocked on his blind cane before turning to leave.

“Damn it—”

Yan Zhiyuan gritted his teeth in anger. He turned around and ordered, “Remember this little Daoist priest. The next time you see him, drive him away. If he doesn’t leave, beat him up.”

If Little Niu came again, he wouldn’t be so lucky.

It was already dark and Little Niu had yet to return. The Su family was a little worried about him. After hearing Old Wu’s explanation, Su Sanlang and Madam Zhao felt sorry for Little Niu. They sighed and regretted that they did not make more delicious food for Little Niu. They could only pray for him in their hearts.

Su Xiaolu was a little depressed, but she could only respect him. Only Chen Xing sat outside the door and waited. He firmly believed that since he had promised, he would not go back on his word. Children were stubborn, so they he let him be.


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