Zheng Tichen and Murong Dawei walked up, surprised to see Wu Tian there.
"Strange. Grandpa, Grandma, how did you end up with him?" Zheng Tichen chuckled.
His tone grated on the old grandmother. Wu Tian had not only saved her husband, but he also bore a striking resemblance to the Founding Prime Minister. For these two reasons, she snapped, "What kind of tone is that? You will address him as ’Mr.,’ do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Tichen’s face changed dramatically. He couldn’t understand why his doting grandmother would act this way.
"If you don’t behave, Grandma won’t love you anymore," the old grandmother declared seriously.
Zheng Tichen’s face twitched. He didn’t know what had just happened, but the gravity of his grandmother’s tone compelled him to lower his head and apologize. "Mr. Wu Tian, I was wrong."
Wu Tian? His surname is really Wu? The same as the Prime Minister’s! Could he be a descendant of the Prime Minister?
The elderly couple exchanged a glance, both filled with joy.
In the past, the Prime Minister had exhausted himself with matters of foreign policy and national development. After his death, a spectacle unfolded as a ten-mile-long procession sent him off. Countless people wept as they watched the hearse depart, many hoping for a miracle that the people’s beloved Prime Minister would rise from his coffin.
Wu Tian, however, paid no attention to Zheng Tichen, seeing no need to concern himself with such an insignificant person. He was surprised, though, that the elderly couple he had saved turned out to be the Family Head of the Zheng Family and the Sect Leader of Hongmen of the Seas.
"Yang City is a nice place," Zheng Tianshi said upon seeing Wu Tian there. "I’ve decided that the Zheng Family will move here."
He was worried that Wu Tian only knew medical techniques and lacked any means of self-defense, which would make him an easy target for bullies. This is a descendant of the Prime Minister. I, Zheng Tianshi, must protect him at all costs.
Wu Tian saw the deep sense of obligation in Zheng Tianshi’s eyes and felt helpless. He didn’t need anyone’s protection.
"Goodbye."
After Hong Mei handed Wu Tian the token for Hongmen of the Seas, he left with Lin Fa and the little one. He couldn’t stand the strange way Zheng Tianshi and Hong Mei were looking at him. Qiu Yulan and Lin Mo hurried to follow.
"Ah, I wanted to have a good talk with the boy," Hong Mei sighed. She wanted to know how he was doing and what had become of the Prime Minister’s descendants. Unfortunately, Wu Tian had already left.
Hong Mei glared at her husband. "It’s all your fault for scaring him off."
"Nonsense," Zheng Tianshi immediately disagreed. "Back in my youth, I, along with the Prime Minister, was considered one of the Four Great Handsome Men of the Republic of China."
Hong Mei rolled her eyes at him. Wanting to know more about Wu Tian, she turned to Zheng Tichen. She knew her eldest grandson was acquainted with Wu Tian and must know something about him.
"Grandma, this Wu Tian is too arrogant, treating you like that. Shall I go teach him a lesson?" Murong Dawei volunteered.
Zheng Tichen had intended to say the same, but Murong Dawei beat him to it, leaving him disappointed.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zheng Tianshi and Hong Mei’s vehement reactions left Murong Dawei stunned. Meanwhile, Zheng Tichen was relieved that Murong Dawei had spoken first. Still, he was frustrated. Why are Grandpa and Grandma so protective of Wu Tian? Could it be that this Wu Tian is also my brother? A long-lost grandson? At the moment, that was the only explanation he could think of.

Zheng Tichen stood to the side, nodding slightly. He also found Wu Tian enigmatic, but he agreed with Murong Dawei’s view. Wu Tian likely couldn’t compare to Ziqi.

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