Chapter 24: 24

Chapter 24

Baihuo

Translated by Coke
Edited by Coke

 

Archetype of an unfilial descendant 

“Lord He, you got a package.” Fei Tuo walked into the room, holding a box in one hand with an odd expression. 

 

“En.” He Lin put down the pen in his hand. He stood up and walked, took the package from Fei Tuo’s hand, and tore it open staidly.

 

Fei Tuo felt somewhat distressed witnessing his Lord’s eccentric behavior. Ever since Lord He got acquainted with the Huahua Leader, he seemed to have had his g-spot poked as he indulged in online shopping, unable to break free, and spent his time at Huahua World in two to three days intervals. At the very least, the Huahua Leader earned respect for adding a flower pot as a gift.

 

Lord He’s residence and office were now overflowing with flowers of all kinds. Each one was stunning, natural, and fresh. Walking into the room felt like entering a peaceful and inviting forest away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

 

Although Fei Tuo was a bit worried about the young man’s interest in Lord He, he could not help but admire “his” applaudable talent in cultivating flowers.

 

He Lin placed the gifted flower on the windowsill before opening the medicine case. Inside, fifteen porcelain bottles were neatly set. The design and color of each porcelain bottle were unique from one another but showed a unifying motif, carrying an ancient aura, which was unusually chic. 

 

He Lin eagerly looked at the product description after realizing the specialness of the medicine set. He soon learned that the medications not only could treat mental injuries and strengthen the body but also tonify the brain and kidneys, detoxify, and maintain youthful skin.

 

He Lin: “…”

 

Fei Tuo took a casual glance and spotted keywords like “tonifying the kidneys” and “maintaining youthful skin,” making the eyes he used to look at He Lin turn strange.

 

Unperturbed, He Lin put away the things and instructed, “I won’t go to the research institute tomorrow. Tell Zog that I will have the examination in seven days.”

 

He decided to try the set of medicines that An Xian specially formulated for him alone. 

 

Recently, An Xian went to the medicinal material trading market again and bought quite a hefty number of high-quality medicinal materials and several low spiritual qi containing flowers. 

 

The flower field area could no longer meet the planting needs, so An Xian intended to lease another ten mu. If the other party were willing to put the land on the market, she wouldn’t mind purchasing them.

 

This piece of land was a part of Siyou Mountain, owned by an old nobleman who reverted to a two-character surname, “Baihuo.” The land served as a retirement home for himself. However, his children and grandchildren grew so unfilial that their big family business almost lost its wealth. In a fit of fury, he severed all ties with his descendants. All his properties were handed over to them, except for the land. From then on, he had been self-financing himself. 

 

The land was Mister Baihou’s only source of income and the foundation of his livelihood. So, buying land from him would not be a straightforward task to do. 

 

An Xian brought a gift and visited Mister Baihuo. The old man’s house was adorned in the style of the cultivation era. It covered over 2,000 square meters, enveloped by mountains and rivers, and the scenery was lovely. The courtyard also cooped a flock of chickens, ducks, geese, and a few grown fruit trees. A place that seemed remote to time and space sure was relaxing. 

 

Then, a loud voice suddenly rang from the inner courtyard, breaking the manor’s serenity.

 

“The properties you gave me are the least among the others. But did I object? No! Now, I just want you to lend me some money to start things over. Why are you being so unreasonable? I am your son!”

 

An Xian halted right outside the door and remained still. 

 

“I gave you the least inheritance?” The old man said through gritted teeth, “Then did your wife’s share fall down from the sky?!”

 

“I suggest not mentioning her. I’ll get angry if you do. Just why did you give her shares in the first place? Well, now, she plans to divorce me. After that, that property share will no longer belong to our Baihuo family.”

 

“You still have the face? You spend your days drinking and debauching and don’t even pay attention to your wife or child. Now that she will divorce you, all you think about is the shares. Let my words knock some sense into you. That property is designated for my grandchild, which your wife will manage for the time being and will be transferred to him once the child reaches the age of majority. Divorce or not, it never had anything to do with you.”

 

“Fine, let’s not talk about the property. Tens of millions’ worth of things, I neither care about those. But I’d still ask you, can I borrow that money?”

 

“Get out! Scram at once!”

 

Then, only the clanging and banging of things could be heard from the inside, followed by a series of cries of alarm. 

 

An Xian’s location was inept in showing more. She leaped over the courtyard wall fluidly and sprinted toward the house.

 

The door was not closed. Before the bodyguard inside could react, An Xian had already entered the house.

 

The hall was in shambles, with porcelain fragments strewn about the floor. Slumped on the ground, Old Mister Baihuo had a pale face and was clutching his chest. The butler rushed to support him and ordered a maid to fetch the medicine.

 

Next to them, a man in his thirties glowered at the old gentleman and mockingly said, “Stop pretending. You are an invincible B-lever enhancer. You’re very healthy.”

 

The old gentleman pointed at the man with a trembling finger, too enraged to speak. 

 

Upon seeing this, An Xian scurried over to one side of the old man, took a pill, and fed it to him. 

 

Her movements were too quick that the butler fell short of stopping her. He could only nervously observe his old master’s reaction after taking medicine. 

 

The old man was indeed a B-level enhancer, but no one in the Baihuo family knew that he suffered a great deal of mental damage while saving his granddaughter five years ago and so far, to this day, had yet to recover. He also was a stubborn old man. When he saw how unfilial his descendants were, he refused to receive any treatment. After finally being at peace for two to three years, the second son came to pester him. 

 

In a short while, the old man’s complexion gradually regained color, his breathing was no longer shallow and rapid, and his erratic mental power had also calmed down.

 

The old gentleman looked at An Xian, utterly flabbergasted. He then stood up with the butler’s help, evened his breath, and said, “Jia Er, call the bodyguard in and ‘invite’ the second young master out.”

 

“Dad!” The Baihuo’s second young master said, “Do you really want to see your son die?”

 

The old man waved his hand wearily, too drained to say a word. 

 

Jia Er summoned the bodyguard, and the latter escorted the second young master of the Baihou family, who was cursing nonstop. 

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“Sorry, you had to see that.” Old Mister Baihuo motioned for An Xian to sit with a forlorn expression.

 

An Xian uttered nothing. She sat upright on the sofa, silently waiting for the old man to recover his poise. 

 

“Just now, thank you.” Though emotionally stirred up just earlier, the old man quickly collected himself and looked at An Xian gently with those hard-to-miss noble eyes.

 

“You’re welcome.” An Xian said, “My apologies for coming here rudely, Sir.”

 

“I wonder for what purpose you came here today….”

 

After considering it for a while, An Xian did not request a land purchase but requested an additional ten mu of land to lease. 

 

The old man chuckled, “That is but a trifle. Jia Er, fetch the contract.”

 

Jia Er bowed and withdrew. 

 

The two chatted casually for a moment. Soon after, Jia Er returned and gave the contract to An Xian. 

 

An Xian signed Roy’s name and verified it online using his identity card after assuring the document’s legitimacy.

 

As soon as Jia Er received the contract, he said, “I will send someone to measure the land. The location is entirely up to you, provided it does not exceed the agreed-upon land boundary.

 

“Thank you.” An Xian sent her gratitude with apparent earnestness.

 

In fact, An Xian was the sole tenant on Siyou Mountain. Even before, no one ventured to rent land from Old Mister Baihuo, making An Xian the first person to come to his door to ask for rent.

 

The old man came from an aristocratic family. He had been through many difficulties in business and politics, but he had never negotiated a business transaction worth less than $5 million. And yet, the young man before his eyes came to his residence alone with a measly few hundred thousand that day and asked him to lease a few mus of mountain land.

 

The old man found it intriguing and genuinely admired the other’s equanimity and extraordinary boldness in his heart. Hence, for the very first time, he granted such a request. 

 

Afterward, he ran a check on the young man’s identity and gained a deeper understanding of his character. So he then approved of him renting his own land. Within a few months, he had tended the land into something charmingly neat, which pleased the old man even more.

 

An Xian no longer wanted to bother them now since her business was completed, so she said her goodbyes and left.

 

Seeing her leaving, Jia Er opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but renounced the idea in the end. 

 

After sending her off, Jia Er returned with a heavy load on his mind. He hesitantly said, “The medicine he gave you just now seemed quite good. I think.…”

 

At that moment, he paused because he noticed a white porcelain bottle foreignly sitting atop the wooden coffee table….

 

An Xian had just left the manor and was on the way to go home but was stopped by a figure halfway. 

 

The person who blocked her was the unfilial Second Young Master Baihuo Jing. 

 

“I heard you rented our family’s land.” Baihuo Jing swept his eyes at An Xian, his eyes glinted with ambiguity, before asking, “Who are you? Why would the father rent the land to you?”

 

“The old Sir was easy to talk to,” replied An Xian in a dull tone. 

 

“He’s easy to talk to?” Baihuo Jing expressed a look that conveyed, “You seem to tease me.” “Tell me, how much did you pay for the land lease?”

 

“3W a year per mu.”

 

“What? 3W? Hahahaha….” Baihuo Jing laughed until tears streaked out. 

 

In contrast, An Xian still donned a wooden expression and was mulling over what medicine to use to get rid of him soon. 

 

Having laughed enough, Baihuo Jing said, “Renting land will never gonna cut it for long-term. Have you ever considered purchasing the land?”

 

An Xian grilled him in her heart. ‘Planning to sell his father’s land covertly at a low price? He’s going this far to take it all in for himself, is he not? Does he think he could sell the land off?’

 

“This Siyou Mountain is the property of us Baihou family. If you’d like it, I can give you a discount.”

 

It turned out that he intended to sell the entire mountain as a single package and had no intention of selling a few tens or hundreds of mu of land. Sure enough, he was indeed the archetype of an unfilial descendant.

 

“Sorry, I’m simply a little flower grower. Not to mention purchasing the entire mountain; I can’t afford 10 mus of land.” ‘I won’t even bother looking for you if I want to.’

 

When he heard this, Baihuo Jing gave An Xian a suspicious look. It was clear as a day he was not buying it.

 

“You can rent land from my old man… then you must have some origins. How could you possibly be just a small-scale flower grower?”

 

“The old Sir is easy to talk to,” An Xian repeated. 

 

Baihuo Jing sneered, “If you don’t want to buy it, forget it.”

 

After speaking, his expression softened as he put his hand on her shoulder and leaned closer. “Let’s go. Second Master invites you to dinner.”

 

An Xian took a step sideways, her sleeves raised slightly as she sprinkled a pinch of stardust in secret. Meanwhile, Baihuo Jing seemed to be in a trance. His expression blanked out and was frozen in place. When he returned to his senses, An Xian had already drifted away. 

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