CHAPTER 160: CHAPTER 155: YOU’RE NO BETTER THAN THE PLAGUE GOD! (FIRST UPDATE)

Tong Airui chuckled, "I won’t resort to such violent methods."

"Hm, if you did, you wouldn’t deserve to be my son." Long Che took Tong Yao by the hand and stepped forward, only to pause again. "Which ward is Yi Weiyang staying in?"

Yi Luowa was momentarily stunned—was he planning to see her second uncle first?

"I’ll lead you there." Tong Airui smiled, pulled Yi Luowa gently, and walked ahead.

"Let me go in first later; don’t scare Weiyang too much," Tong Yao whispered.

Long Che snorted lightly, "I’m no plague god; what’s there to be scared of?"

"You’re not much better than one!" Tong Yao laughed, shaking her head.

Yi Luowa glanced back at them, pressing her lips into a faint smile. Tong Airui’s father wasn’t just here to visit her second uncle—he insisted on seeing him first. She felt pleasantly surprised. It was enough to prove that their family was relatively satisfied with her; otherwise, her second uncle wouldn’t be prioritized.

Yi Weiyang, fresh off his first wave of excitement, began to feel another surge. Long Che—he actually came to see him! For a brief moment, he didn’t know how to react.

"See? I told you—you’ll scare him half to death," Tong Yao said, glaring at Long Che disapprovingly.

"I’ve got to say, Yi Weiyang, you weren’t like this back in the day!" Long Che smirked slightly. "Back then, my wife had you brothers spun around. You were like a stubborn mule, holding your neck stiff, refusing to give up and wanting to challenge my wife again."

Yi Weiyang burst out laughing, instantly dissolving the awkward atmosphere.

Yi Weiyang chuckled, "Wasn’t it just youthful hot-headedness back then."

"So now you’re admitting to old age?" Long Che smiled slyly. "You should learn from me. I’m perpetually twenty-five."

"Alright, I’ll learn from you. I haven’t seen you in so many years, and you haven’t aged a bit. Looks like a good mindset is the secret to longevity."

Yi Luowa and Tong Airui brought over two chairs, and Long Che and Tong Yao sat down. Long Che glanced at Yi Weiyang’s legs, then lifted his eyes and grinned, "You’ve raised an excellent daughter-in-law for our family. You name your terms. Right now, anything you want, I’ll make it happen—but if you miss this chance, it’ll be gone."

Yi Weiyang shook his head with a smile, "For Luowa to meet a family like yours is her good fortune. If you don’t demand anything, I’ll be reciting Amitabha. Luowa is still young, and my upbringing of her hasn’t been thorough; there’s much she needs to learn. Moving forward, she’ll need your guidance. As for conditions—well, I guess I do have one: This child has no parents; I only ask you to treat her kindly for her sake."

"Second Uncle..." Yi Luowa’s eyes reddened, and her gaze began to blur with tears.

Tong Airui noticed her crying and gently pulled her into his arms.

Long Che glanced back at Yi Luowa and then turned to Yi Weiyang, saying, "Who says Luowa doesn’t have parents? We are her parents now. You know our family’s situation—as chaotic as a monk’s temple. Of the only two daughters, one married far away into Suoya, and the other is preparing to marry even farther into S Country... From now on, Luowa is our own daughter."

When Long Che mentioned Ai Ni, the light in his eyes dimmed. News had arrived from Laman—shockingly, the old man had agreed to let the two children get engaged first. It seemed that no matter how much they stalled, it wouldn’t be more than two years.

Yi Weiyang smiled with relief upon hearing Long Che’s words. What he didn’t know was how much effort Long Che had expended to say something like that. He hadn’t rested for days, secretly sending people to investigate Yi Luowa’s background in F Country. Once convinced that she had no issues, he genuinely wanted his son to marry her. Of course, this was largely because his wife liked her—it was always about keeping his wife happy.

Tong Airui gently patted Yi Luowa’s shoulder, and the two exchanged an understanding smile.

Long Che was a peculiar man; he disliked his daughters marrying out but didn’t mind dragging You Jia along for endless negotiations. Yet when it came to his son, he was eager. Since neither family had objections, and the two kids had no objections, he moved right on to the next step.

"Yi Weiyang, when do you think it’s appropriate to arrange the marriage for the two kids?"

Yi Weiyang froze, Yi Luowa froze too, while Tong Airui and his mother broke into beaming smiles.

"Well... Luowa is still young; she hasn’t graduated yet..." Yi Weiyang stated the truth.

"By the time Luowa graduates, Rui’er will be twenty-six. My wife was already a mother of three when she was twenty-six."

Tong Yao shot him a glance. Listen to him rambling—he’s talking about *his wife* being twenty-six, not himself. When *he* was twenty-six, they hadn’t even met yet! Also, You Jia was already twenty-six, and here he was coming up with excuses to stall her.

"Dad, I’m not in a hurry... I can wait—"

Tong Airui’s voice carried an odd tone, sparking suspicion in Long Che. He glanced toward his son and noticed a small hand resting on his son’s waist. Long Che’s mouth twitched fiercely—his son was clearly heading down the same path he had!

Yi Luowa caught Long Che observing her hand intently, so she nervously laughed and said, "Uncle, I wasn’t doing anything—just scratching his itch."

Tong Yao burst out laughing, lightly patting Long Che’s arm and saying, "You’re putting too much pressure on these kids. Let them decide their own pace for marriage; just leave them be."