“This is so China.” William Thompson said, “Then about my dad’s death…”

When your biological father dies, he should be in his prime. With such a lofty bloodline, don’t tell me he died of cancer or a car accident or something. That would be way too down-to-earth.

“People of the jianghu die in the jianghu, and die as they should.” Grandma Thompson said.

“How did he die?” William Thompson pressed.

Chapter Three

Grandma Thompson is a troublesome little vixen

Although he had never met his biological father, as his son, William Thompson felt a strange heaviness in his heart.

“Old stories from years ago, I don’t want to talk about it.” Grandma Thompson looked disinterested.

She clearly didn’t want to recall those memories. If she did, it would surely be a long and stirring tale.

William Thompson had no choice but to change the subject, asking, “So, Grandma Thompson, what exactly are you? Maybe my wording isn’t precise, but as an undergrad, I really can’t think of a better term.”

Ancient demons and such can at least be half-explained by scientific theory—just call them prehistoric creatures. But you, someone who’s been dead for over a hundred years, how are you here?

“When I was eighteen, my family turned me into a battle soul, sealed in a spirit pearl. Only those with Li family blood can awaken me. Over the past hundred years, I’ve had many great-grandchildren as hosts. The last one was your dad, and you will be my new great-grandchild. Do you understand now?”

“So that means your surname is Li too.” William Thompson swallowed hard. “Then you’re not Grandma Thompson, I should call you great-great-great… grandaunt?”

“‘Great grandaunt’ sounds terrible,” Grandma Thompson wrinkled her nose. “Grandma Thompson sounds much better.”

Seniority and titles—are they really this casual?

But if you think about it, an ancestor from a hundred and fifty years ago is really hard to address. Grandma Thompson it is, at least it sounds better than grandaunt.

After that, silence fell. William Thompson, whose worldview had just been shattered, sat in deep thought, trying hard to chew over and digest all this knowledge about ancient demons and bloodlines.

Before this, if anyone had talked to him about ancient demons or bloodlines, he would have sprayed them with a mouthful of salty soda.

But the reality before him left no room for argument: his father’s will, the black pearl that melted in his mouth, and now he had a Grandma Thompson…

All of it told him: time to update your worldview.

Grandma Thompson looked tired and fell asleep on the sofa.

William Thompson sat beside her, studying this girl who called herself Grandma Thompson. She was super pretty, her face looked like she’d stepped out of an anime—delicate features, and most importantly, her skin. No matter how beautiful a woman is, her skin will have some flaws, but maybe because of her constitution, Grandma Thompson’s skin was flawless—fair and delicate, just like an anime beauty.

He really couldn’t see her as Grandma Thompson… At least dye your hair white and draw a few wrinkles. With your big chest and long legs, this style is just too jarring.

On a whim, William Thompson reached out and poked Grandma Thompson’s cheek with his finger.

Grandma Thompson mumbled, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

She’s actually pretty cute.

William Thompson thought.

The sky gradually darkened. He spaced out for most of the day, until it was mealtime and his stomach started growling.

He nudged Grandma Thompson awake and said, “Let’s go out to eat, if you need to eat, that is.”

At the mention of food, Grandma Thompson perked up, sat up, eyes still squinting, but already saying, “I want stir-fried pork with preserved vegetables, the kind with pork cracklings.”

William Thompson: “…”

What kind of hard life did you live with my dad?

William Thompson patted his chest heroically. “Forget stir-fried pork with preserved vegetables, Grandma Thompson, I’ll take you to a fancy hotel.”

William Thompson lived in a mixed-use apartment. Right outside the building were all kinds of snack shops, supermarkets, barbershops, and so on—a cluster of stores.

It’s said in the jianghu: S County’s Lanzhou Braised Chicken—there’s always one for you.

S County Grand Hotel, as one of the largest hotel chains in the country, had three branches just in this mixed-use area. Two served braised chicken, but there was no Lanzhou noodles for now—the expansion was slow, deserved criticism.

But William Thompson didn’t really like Lanzhou noodles anyway; he always felt the beef would get blown away by the wind.

S County Grand Hotel, seats by the entrance.

William Thompson and Grandma Thompson sat facing each other. They each ordered a pigeon soup set and a black-bone chicken soup set, both eating until tears streamed down their faces.

Grandma Thompson’s cheeks were stuffed with food, puffed out: “So delicious, so delicious, I haven’t had such a feast in years.”

William Thompson: “Me too, Grandma Thompson, I’ve been eating instant noodles for half a month.”

The snack shop was run by a young couple. The boss, with heavy dark circles, kept sneaking glances at Grandma Thompson.

There were a few other customers in the shop, but at this point, they weren’t eating, just staring.

The girl looked like a high schooler, but her figure was outrageous—long legs, slim waist, perky butt, and a face so pretty it could be swiped as a credit card.

Grandma Thompson: “You’re just like your father, a pauper.”

William Thompson: “I’m not a pauper. My adoptive family is rich. I just spent all my money on hotel rooms.”

Grandma Thompson: “Hotel rooms?”

William Thompson: “It’s what you ancient folks called the rites of Zhou Gong.”

Grandma Thompson exclaimed, “Little Li, you’re already married?”