"Deception is all fair in war, whether it’s a lousy idea or a bad idea, as long as it can achieve the wonderful goal of getting them married soon and bearing you a great-grandson, then it’s a good idea." Leng Zirui sent a flirtatious glance to Leng Lin, "Old man, what do you say, isn’t that right?"
Leng Lin thought for a moment, "Let’s hear it first."
"It’s simple, just that it’ll be a bit troublesome for you to hide here for a few more days. We’ll team up with Shen Yizhou to stage a tragic drama, claiming you’ve got a terminal illness and your only dying wish is to see them get married and have children soon. Do you think they could refuse?"
Leng Lin gave him a look and threw the empty cup in his hand at him.
"You play dead!"
He couldn’t believe this brat came up with the idea of faking his death.
If those two youngsters ever found out, wouldn’t they die laughing?
Leng Zimo, that guy, hated being manipulated the most. God knows how he would blow his top at him then.
Leng Zirui neatly caught the hurled cup in his palm.
Setting the cup on the table, he turned his face to look at his father.
"If you’re not willing, then forget it. Why lose your temper, okay okay okay, you’re just after a great-grandson, right? Just wait, tomorrow morning I will find a girl and go at it for three hundred rounds. I refuse to believe I can’t get her pregnant!"
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