Chapter 119: Just Keep Slapping Him with That Big Mouth

Hearing Xie Yunxin give instructions over the phone with his own ears, the old master finally felt relieved.

The old master laughed and scolded unrestrainedly:

"I crawled my way from snowy mountains and grasslands, and there are still three bullets lodged in my bones that haven't been removed. That bunch of grandchildren who sit back and enjoy the world now dare to bully my family's Lingxi—how is that reasonable?"

"No, it's not reasonable."

Lin Dongfan, upon hearing that the old master still had three bullets lodged in his bones, couldn't help but feel solemn respect.

The old master continued: "This issue isn't just Lingxi's personal matter of honor and disgrace; it's the whole Lin family's honor and disgrace. Listen up, everyone: our Lin family is thinly populated, and after I die, you must stay united. Whoever fails to unite, I'll come find them at night—I won't hit or scold, I'll just blow out the lamp!"

Hearing that, Xie Yunxin only felt a chill run down his spine, regretting having shown the old master those supernatural novels.

Xie Yunxin steeled himself and replied: "Dad, our family has always been united."

"United? United my ass!" he said, then glared at the eldest daughter, Lin Yuzhi: "What are you laughing at? You're the most rebellious of all! You've never listened since you were little."

"It's just because I didn't marry Liang Jingzhong? You've scolded me for decades and still aren't satisfied." Lin Yuzhi chuckled, turned, and went back to her room: "Take your time with the family teachings; I'm going to look for my earplugs."

"An unmarried old maid, making me lose all face—do you still think you're right?!" The old master tugged at his long neck and let out a roar; the family teachings ended just like that, and Lin Yuzhi completely ignored him.

The old master, without hesitation, then pulled Lin Dongfan aside to chat about the past and the future, talking on until deep into the night.

For Lin Dongfan, tonight was undoubtedly an unforgettable night. In his previous life, he never came into contact with the mystery box of his origins, yet in this life it fell from the sky.

In a single night.

There appeared a grandfather who could be called a six‑sided warrior, along with aunts, uncles, and their spouses; though the family members weren't many, each one was interesting.

The old master had a violent temper and carried a hint of a soldier‑ruffian air.

The eldest aunt, Lin Yuzhi, exudes rebellion, likely inherited from the old master; at a glance she's no ordinary person—she even has the provincial‑ministerial‑level bigwig Liang Jingzhong wrapped around her finger, one refusing to marry, the other refusing to wed.

Uncle Lin Zhenhua appears to be a kind old man, speaks little, and his emotions are very stable.

Aunt Xie Yunxin acts with meticulous caution; she complies unconditionally with every demand the old master makes, whether reasonable or not, daring not to show the slightest defiance.

Probably the gap between the Xie family and the Lin family is somewhat large.

Someone as smart as her, upon marrying into the Lin family, will inevitably develop the habit of meticulous caution; otherwise, without children, she would find it very hard to establish herself in the Lin family.

Xie Yunxin ordered the servants to tidy up a large room.

From tonight on, that room belongs exclusively to Lin Dongfan and Chu Lingxi; the mattress and blankets are newly bought makeshift items, and the wall bears an old New Year painting—Child‑giving Guanyin.

"Grandpa, just how much do you want to hold a great‑grandchild?"

Chu Lingxi sat leaning against the headboard, smiling at the Child‑giving Guanyin on the wall.

Lin Dongfan dove straight into the blankets, side‑hugging Chu Lingxi's waist: "I'm exhausted, let's hurry up and sleep."

"Can you even sleep?" Chu Lingxi also curled up under the blankets, dreaming wildly: "You're like a little prince lost among the common folk, and now you've finally found home… How could I be this lucky? One careless moment and I'd become the chief consort blessed with countless affections; in my past life I surely saved the galaxy…"

"The Qing dynasty fell long ago—can't we wait until we're asleep to dream?"

Lin Dongfan was already so tired he couldn't keep his eyes open.

"I don't want to sleep."

Chu Lingxi suddenly grabbed something.

In an instant she had Lin Dongfan's brows knotted: "What are you trying to do?"

"We haven't held a meeting in ages." Chu Lingxi gazed lovingly at Lin Dongfan's profile, smiling: "Honey, want to hold a little meeting before sleep?"

Lin Dongfan maintained the air of a master untouched by worldly fire.

With his holy eyes closed.

He merely replied offhand: "The fetus isn't stable; for now it's not suitable to hold a meeting…"

"Don't move; I can keep the meeting's rhythm under control."

Chu Lingxi said that and then slipped into the blankets; Lin Dongfan was like a helpless little wife, clutching the sheets with both hands, silently murmuring blessings from the Buddha.

There was such a moment.

Lin Dongfan even imagined his son's head as a little wooden fish.

Being knocked, his head developed a bump.

If the little wooden fish could speak, it would surely protest with furrowed brows and angry eyes: "You old six, have you considered my feelings at all?"

Uh…

If you're going to blame someone, blame your mom—I'm innocent.

Lin Dongfan comforted himself with a clear conscience; not knowing how long passed, Sha Bai Tian finally lay flat like spilled mud, unmoving: "Honey, is it okay to just lie here and sleep?"

"Mm."

Seeing she didn't want to get up, Lin Dongfan silently bore the pressure of 106 catties; he had to admit, in this bitter winter month with howling north winds, a body temperature of 36.8 degrees wrapped around him was still quite comfortable.

"Honey, your heartbeat has a nice rhythm."

"Without rhythm, we're doomed."

"Oh, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about sleeping."

"Aren't you not asleep yet?"

"It seems I'm not asleep because someone keeps talking to me."

"Are you talking about me?"

"If it's not you, then this is a ghost story—don't act foolish in the middle of the night."

"All right, let's sleep."

"Good."

Sha Bai Tian is easily soothed; patting her back like a baby, she soon drifted into dreamland. Lin Dongfan, however, grew clearer‑minded the more he slept, his brain cells unusually active.

Suddenly a grandfather appeared—such an awesome old grandpa—this reborn life is like having a cheat code; should we do something heaven‑defying?

In another 16 days, Chile will experience an 8.8‑magnitude earthquake.

In 52 days, our country's Green Tree will experience a magnitude 7.1 Richter earthquake.

All of the above……

Forget it, I can't do it, the difficulty coefficient of defying heaven is too high; I once posted a prophecy online, urging everyone to avoid disaster on time, but netizens judged me as a godman.

Better to do something within my ability; let's sleep first and talk later.

Lin Dongfan closed his eyes.

Clearing his mind, he slept until broad daylight.

In the morning, upon opening his eyes, he was greeted with good news; Auntie Xie Yunxin said, "Dongfan, accompany Lingxi to Studio No. 1 for rehearsal; make sure to protect Lingxi, she is pregnant."

Aunt Lin Yuzhi surprisingly sang a different tune: "It's just a lousy Spring Festival Gala; what's the big deal? Lingxi, listen to me, don't go. Even if they come begging you this time, you still shouldn't respond, give them face."

"What are you talking about? My dance number wasn't cut, was it?" Chu Lingxi looked half-asleep and dazed.

Lin Yuzhi beamed with joy: "The saying goes that pregnancy makes you stupid for three years, and the legend holds true; good thing I'm not married, otherwise I wouldn't have heard your aunt's phone call last night?"

Oh.

Chu Lingxi belatedly realized and followed Lin Yuzhi in a foolish laugh.

Xie Yunxin shook his head speechlessly, and solemnly instructed Lin Dongfan: "Don't listen to your aunt's nonsense; appearing on the Spring Festival Gala is Lingxi's dream, so take good care of her and don't let anything happen."

"Don't worry, Auntie, I'll take good care of her." Lin Dongfan turned and smiled, asking Lin Yuzhi: "Aunt, can Secretary Liang not even handle you?"

"When we were young, I told him to climb a tree, but he wouldn't dare climb a ladder."

Lin Yuzhi held a cup of youth-preserving ginseng tea, stirring it gently with a small spoon.

She exuded an aloof, inviolable aura: "Whoever from the production team, later don't be polite with him—just slap him hard; if anything happens, report my name."

"You're dragging me down the road to pit-aunt." Lin Dongfan laughed.

Lin Yuzhi scoffed: "Don't worry, I have pit-climbing skills." She then glanced at the old man sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper: "The old man didn't utter a sound, which shows I'm not bragging—feel free to pit."

"Fine, let's talk later."

Lin Dongfan gave an OK sign, turned, and took Lingxi's hand as they set off.

CCTV Building Studio No. 1.

Chief Director Yu An, now as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, stood at the doorway looking expectantly: "Why haven't the people from the Jianglan Cultural Troupe arrived yet?"