Chapter 1: Dragon Plays in Shallow Water, Harassed by Shrimp

"Grandpa, what are you saying? You want me to marry a dying cripple?"

Suddenly, a shrill scream echoed through the Hong family hall. Hong Yuting's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at her grandfather.

Though it was already late at night, the Jiangdu Hong family's courtyard, which spanned several thousand square meters, was still brightly lit. All the direct descendants of the Hong family gathered here.

The head of the Hongtian Group, has gathered everyone here tonight for only one announcement: he demands his granddaughter marry a seriously injured man who may even die!

"Father, what on earth is going on? That man is now bedridden, and we haven't even met him! To have Yuting married to him without so much as an introduction... it's utterly absurd!"

The eldest son, Hong Tianming, was equally filled with shock and dismay.

A half month ago, everyone only knew the old man brought back one person, a plain-looking man.

The last half month, the old man's whole mind has been on that person.

After all, the old man was over seventy, and his family couldn't bear to see him struggling so they offered to help.

However, the conclusion was that no one was allowed to enter the backyard or visit the man, or they would be immediately expelled from the house. For more serious offenses, they would even be killed on the spot!

Old Mr. Hong was a veteran, and his family rules were very strict. No one dared to disobey him.

So this period of time, everyone's hearts are filled with worry.

However, no one expected that tonight, the old master would suddenly announce that he wanted his granddaughter to marry a man they had never met and was even on the brink of death.

This is simply absurd!

"Father, who is that man? What is his background? You can't just let Ting'er marry him for no reason, can you?"

Hong Tianming's wife spoke up, this news was a bolt from the blue for them.

Although Mr. Hong was over seventy, his bones were still quite strong. Thanks to his military service, he stood tall and straight in the middle of the hall like a javelin.

"As for his background, I can't tell you that, and there's no room for negotiation on this!"

Old Master Hong Zhen Guo, with his tiger-like eyes radiating power, glared at his granddaughter, Hong Yu Ting, and said word by word: “But I can tell you this, being able to marry him, whether he is disabled or about to die, that is the glory of your life!”

"I can't get married!"

Hong Yuting roared, "Grandfather, are you crazy? You want me to marry a cripple or someone who is about to die for no reason?"

"As Hong Yuting, I'm a prominent figure in Jiangdu. Ha! What a joke! It's an outrageous one!"

Hong Tianming's wife also said, "Yu Ting is excellent in every way. To have her marry someone like this wouldn't that be a waste? This matter..."

Old Master Hong raised his sword-like eyebrows, his eyes about to flash with anger.

Just then, a timid voice rang out in the hall: "Grandpa, if it's possible, I want to marry him."

Everyone turned to the sound and immediately saw a weakling at the edge of the corner.

Her egg-shaped face was pale. After uttering those words, she seemed to have exhausted all her energy, so she had to lean on the chair with her hands to avoid falling.

"Yes, yes, let Qingyan marry. Even though she was found, she's still half my grandson. Letting her marry is the same thing." Hong Yuting seemed to have grasped a lifeline.

"Not bad, not bad. Qingyan is the same way. Anyway, they are all your grandchildren!"

Hong Tianming's wife nodded repeatedly, in short, no matter what, her daughter could not be married.

A woman should not marry a man who is severely disabled or on the verge of death!

Hong Zhen Guo looked over, his eyes complex: "Do you want to marry me?"

Hong Qingyan nodded. "My life was found by my grandfather. Although I don't understand why he did that, it's clear that he's in trouble, and I should share the burden."

After finishing her sentence, Hong Qingyan started coughing incessantly. Her pale face suddenly flushed red, and her frail body seemed to sway precariously.

"You're a good child..."

Hong Zhen Guo let out a long sigh and said, "Your son may not be good, but your life is very good!"

"Come with me!" Hung Chung-kuo beckoned, turning towards the courtyard. Hung Ching-yen reluctantly followed.

As Old Master Hong's figure disappeared, the entire hall erupted instantly.

"Let's hear it, what on earth is going on? Why did the old man suddenly make such an absurd request out of the blue?"

"The old man can't be crazy, can he? Or has someone been putting ideas in his head?"

"The old man couldn't have gone crazy, he wasn't crazy just a moment ago, so the problem is most likely with that man he brought back!"

"Yes, who was that man?"

For this question, no one in the hall could answer it. Of course, everyone was curious, but no one dared to go into the backyard to investigate.

Because of the backyard, there are now eight guards stationed there. The old man has given an order that no one is allowed to enter without his permission; anyone who does will be killed or severely injured on the spot.

Passing through eight imposing bodyguards, Hong Qingyan arrived at the last small attic. This was where the old master usually resided.

Leaning on the railing, this weakling exhausted all his strength just to get to the second floor.

At the moment I pushed open the door, I saw a person. To be precise, I saw a pair of eyes, a pair so startling that they would be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Pale and serene, serenity mixed with fortitude, fortitude tinged with hatred, hatred laced with ferocity!

Even in his fierceness, there was a strong hint of lust.

Hong Qingyan swore, she had never seen in her life, a pair of eyes that could express such complex and diverse emotions.

The man in the room, wrapped in white bandages like a zongzi, lay flat on his bed. His eyes stared unblinkingly at the ceiling.

Hong Zhen Guo exclaimed, "Oh my god, you're awake! You're finally awake!"

Before she could finish speaking, Hong Qingyan saw another shocking scene. Her own grandfather ran towards the bed and knelt down in front of it, his whole body trembling with tears.

Hong Qingyan was truly astonished!

Who exactly is this man?

"How are you feeling now? Are you feeling better? Do you have any instructions? Just tell me!" Hong Zhenguo asked several questions in one breath.

A man lay on the bed, his eyes fixed straight at the ceiling. He didn't turn his gaze, but suddenly, a muffled voice came from his throat, uttering two words.

"Phone!"

Hong Zhen Guo was startled and then reacted, hurriedly taking out his phone from his pocket. Suddenly he thought something was wrong and took out another phone from the bedside table.

"This phone was custom-made for me during my time in the military; it's very hard to track!" He finished by handing her the phone.

"Let go, get out!" The man's voice boomed with an immense air of authority. Though only four words, they carried an undeniable weight, a command that left no room for argument.

"Yes, yes!" Hung Zhen-guo nodded repeatedly, his face still unable to hide his excitement. He immediately turned and pulled Hung Ching-yan out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Throughout the entire process, Hong Qingyan remained bewildered. All these signs were beyond her comprehension. The man on the bed, though severely wounded and wrapped like a zongzi, was still...

But his eyes, they were still so calm and sharp, even radiating a coldness and ruthlessness.

While his words were brief, every syllable was an order, his tone filled with majesty and domineering authority.

Surprisingly, the old man was overjoyed and even showed a sense of awe!

Who is this man?

(The End)