Chapter 274: The Bracelet Out of the Bag II

After the silent dinner that lasted like a century in Zhaoyang’s mind, the parents invited their children to chat in the living room, “To have some family moments,” the mother claimed. In actuality, the only two voices that echoed at the exquisitely decorated home were from Huo Zhenning and Xue Yuming. Their two (step)children never really spoke up.

It was a bullet fired the moment Huo Yunting opened his mouth.

“Nothing good will ever come your from mouth!” His father lectured at the top of his lungs while he just smiled on top of his nonchalance.

Throughout the awkward conversation that went on like dragging dead horses, Huo Yunting had been passing glances at his woman who did not move even a single bit on the couch. Having seen his message failing to get across, he could no longer hold his disgust watching the two , “Well, good night to you all,” he stood up from the couch as he tossed away the cushion he had been grasping for the past 30 minutes, “I’ll be going as I refuse to look like a nuisance to people and I also refuse to be forced to look at the nuisance caused by people.”

It was relieving to Lu as she saw the man storming towards the porch.

But life was never simple for her, probably for the rest of the family too.

“Yunting! Oh, my beloved grandson!” The old missus was home as she caught her grandchild right at the doorstep. “You should have told me you’ll be visiting! I would have been back home much earlier!” Granny was overjoyed.

“It’s still early. We managed to meet each other before departure.” Huo Yunting went to hold the old lady trembling in excitement, “Granny, you can visit the city whenever you want to see me. I’ll get you anywhere you want to. That’s my territory after all.”

“Wait, Yunting, you’re leaving? It’s pretty late now so don’t you leave. Thunderbolt Corp. will not fall apart without you over the night! Stay here with granny. I don’t care if she’s pregnant, you’re still my favorite grandson!” Old lady Huo smiled, her wrinkled face formed into a loving curve as she grabbed Yunting’s wrist tight, “You must not leave or your granny will be very unhappy!”

“Fine, granny. If you say so.” Calmly Huo Yunting headed back into the mansion. He knew the temperament of his granny well. Assuming he left despite her request, his granny would undoubtedly give Lu Zhaoyang a severe lecture.

The old lady could not stop smiling once her lovely grandson walked into the house. His last visit to the mansion was a hectic one such that he strode out of the place before she could have a few words with him. Therefore he must stay this time.

Nonetheless, Huo Yunting knew his granny all too well. The bright smile and joyful squeaks all vanished when she saw Lu Zhaoyang.

“Madam.” She nodded and greeted courteously.

The greeting was not replied to as the old lady continued patting the hand of her grandson before sitting down. Huo Yunting, like an amiable child, sat fairly close to his grandmother once they settled down, “Oh, granny. Don’t pull a long face. It taints your beauty. Look at that bright smile you have!”

“Not like I can smile now. Can’t you see who’s sitting across the table? As much as I want you home, I only want *you* home, nobody else,” said the old lady as she stared at Huo Yunting. The atmosphere turned grave.

“I’ll—I’ll be in my room.” Lu Zhaoyang gave herself an evacuation.

Xue Yuming’s expression tightened as she almost forgot the incident between her daughter and Huo Chen. She should not have kept her daughter home. Now the grandmother had seen her daughter. She must be blamed again.

Ugh—why do I have to deal with all these? Wait, I can’t be mad, it will hurt my baby. Breath in…breath out…

“Oh, what’s the rush?” The old lady squinted her eyes, “You really need to learn some manners. Now pour me some tea!”

“I’m sorry, granny,” Lu Zhaoyang turned to her and responded politely, “It’s almost the time to sleep. Some tea might be great but it will affect your sleep. I would recommend a glass of milk.”

“When I said I wanted some tea, you just pour me some tea. Don’t you dare to express your little brilliant ideas to me!” The old lady was even more enraged.