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  Till now, he still couldn’t believe that he had spent the night here together with Wen Xuxu’s grandfather.

  Excessive drinking indeed botched things up. He has yet to bed her and now……

  Yan Rusheng felt vexed and annoyed. But what’s done cannot be undone, and he had to accept it. Moreover, it seemed that the Old Master had changed his negative impression of him.

  He consoled himself as he strode towards the room entrance.

  All of a sudden, Old Master Wen returned and stood at the door. He was hurrying him. “Are you done?”


  “I’m coming.” He quickened his steps as he went forward to the Old Master.

  The Old Master averted his gaze towards the bed behind Yan Rusheng and frowned. “Why haven’t you smoothened out the quilt?”


  “Tsk!” It stunned Yan Rusheng. Why must he do that?

  He almost blurted out this question:

  The Old Master could tell from his expression that he wasn’t willing to make the bed, and so he coldly commented, “Do you want me to make the bed and smoothen out the quilt for you instead?”


  Yan Rusheng could sense that something didn’t sit right with the elderly man. He immediately nodded his head and replied an ‘Okay’ before walking back to the bed to pick up the quilt and fold it.

  He could hear the Old Masters’ stern reproach coming from behind. “A man’s attitude is important. Whatever he does, he must do it seriously with all his heart and soul.”


  Yan Rusheng fully understood that he was reminding him to smoothen out the quilt properly and make the bed neatly.

  Young Master Yan gnashed his teeth and glared at the quilt. Luckily, he had taken part in a summer camp before and underwent military training. They trained him in making the beds and folding the army quilts.

  But other than the training, he didn’t have to make his bed on normal days. Thus, he lacked the skills and is not familiar with the steps.

  This made the Old Master annoyed again. “All you rich young lads are the same. You don’t have to lift a finger to do any household chores.”


  Yan Rusheng bent over and surveyed the bed with his radar eyes. The moment he spotted creases, he would swiftly smoothen them out.

  This was the first time in his entire life that he had to do housework under close supervision.

  “Wen Xuxu, you’ve got me wrapped in the palm of your hand!”


  He scrutinized the bed a few times and ensured that it was neat and tidy before straightening his back. He then looked at his grandfather with a reluctant smile. “Grandfather, I’m done.”


  The Old Master lowered his gaze and inspected the bed. He answered, “Mm. Come down and work out with me.”


  He got up on his feet and walked out of the room before Yan Rusheng.

  Yan Rusheng guessed that the Old Master’s exercise regime was nothing interesting. At most he thought it only composed of jogging and simple body stretches using the neighborhood’s exercise equipment.

  It had never crossed his mind that maybe it would be a cliché and conventional.

  Looking at the group of elderly men and ladies waving and playing with their swords, Young Master Yan was dumbstruck.

  This old man had brought him to learn taiji moves with a bunch of old folks.

  “Third Yan, why are you still standing there?” Old Master Wen had already joined the group of old folks. He smiled and waved at Yan Rusheng. “Quick, come over.”


  Yan Rusheng had the thought of leaving, but as he remembered that he was Xuxu’s grandfather, he hesitated.

  It was for the first time that he felt indecisive over something he didn’t like or feel enjoy doing.

  Old Master Wen’s shout caught the attention of all the old men and old ladies. “Hey Old Wen, is he your new disciple?”


  The Old Master laughed and shook his head. “No, he is my grandson-in-law.”


  There was a subtle trace of pride in his tone.

  “Oh my! Your grandson-in-law is so handsome.”


  “Your grandson-in-law is so filial to have accompanied you for morning exercise. Those rascals of mine couldn’t be bothered, and would sometimes disappear for a month or two.”