I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

Chapter 109: The Iceberg President’s Marriage Contract.

[The next day]

The sun shone brightly in a small pavilion of the Tang Family Manor.

Tang Lao and Yan Guishan sat facing each other.

The former, Tang Lao, made a pot of good tea and poured a cup to Yan Guishan.

Hanshui Yinshuo*, have a taste. Tang Lao smiled.

[*: A Southern Shaanxi Green Tea.]

Yan Guishan picked up the teacup, took a few sips, savouring it and said with a happy look on his face, Things like this can only be enjoyed in China.

Life abroad is hard, isn't it? Tang Laos words carried a deeper meaning.

He has some understanding of Yan Guishan's life abroad, particularly his reputation. After all, Yan Guishan put his life on the line for such a thing.

Tang Lao was a military veteran, allowing him to appreciate, or perhaps even admire Yan Guishan.

It's alright. Yan Guishan brushed the topic aside, not saying much.

What about your old man; how is his health? Tang Lao suddenly remembered his old friend, so he couldn't help but ask.

Lying in the hospital bed, not far from where I live. Yan Guishan sighed.

What are your plans for the future? Tang Lao was moved, but he moved on to the main topic of their discussion.

Since I'm back, it would be nice to live a more comfortable life.

So you don't object to the marriage contract?

I plan to honour my old mans wishes before he dies. I agree to the marriage contract. As he said this, Yan Guishan seemed resigned, almost unwilling.

He was planning to live a quiet life, yes, but he just wanted to play with flowers. Getting married didnt really fit into that.

However, his old man was short on time, and hed always talked about him getting married.

He never once even considered it before now.

He was a prodigal son, and his heart was never tied to just one woman.

Besides, he doesn't think that any woman in this world is qualified to be his wife.

Tang Lao is an empathetic individual. As soon as he saw Yan Guishan's expression, he immediately read his thoughts.

Look at this. Tang Lao took out his phone and opened the photo album, then handed it to Yan Guishan.

Yan Guishan didn't know what he meant, but he still took the phone and glanced at the screen.

On the screen of the mobile phone, he saw a beautiful woman with a cold temperament.

Yan Guishan's heart seemed to have been taken hostage in an instant, his fingers subconsciously swiping the screen as he checked the other photos in the album.

The album contained a hundred pictures of this beautiful woman.

Going through it all just once wasnt enough for Yan Guishan, hed gone over them ten times.

[Samael: Again, touch some grass-]

Tang Lao smiled and said nothing.

My granddaughter is quite outstanding. If Yan Guishan wasnt interested, then he would have to be a ghost.

This is After quite a while, Yan Guishan returned to his senses and asked Tang Lao with a bit of excitement.

Hed been around the world and seen beauties of various races, but never once has a woman made his heart so weak.

My granddaughter, Tang Bingyun. Tang Lao laughed.

Ill take the liberty of asking how many granddaughters you have, Mr. Tang. Yan Guishan heard from his old man that his marriage partner was Mr. Tang's granddaughter.

Just one.

Hearing this, Yan Guishan breathed a sigh of relief and secretly grew excited.

My son and daughter-in-law passed away in a car accident many years ago, leaving two sons and one daughter. Bingyun's two brothers have no talent, no virtue, and no business sense. I don't want my two grandsons to inherit the business that I worked so hard to create. It'll be ruined, so I plan to hand it over to Bingyun, my granddaughter with outstanding business skills, hoping she can continue the Tang familys legacy.

Old Tang's face was covered with signs of age, and with a sad look, he said, However, I'm a little uneasy about letting a woman like Bingyun take on such a heavy responsibility. First, I'm afraid that her two dandy brothers will be dissatisfied with my arrangement and do something to hurt Bingyun. The peoples eyes are always keen to spot any mistakes our Tang family makes.

Yan Guishan nodded slowly, realizing what Tang Lao meant, so he solemnly stated, Master Tang, don't worry. With me here, no one will touch Bingyun, let alone harm her.

Haha! I'm relieved to hear you say that. Tang Lao smiled reassuringly.

In truth, his old friends promise was only part of the reason this marriage is going through. The other part is that he hoped to find support for Tang Bingyun.

It was then he heard of Yan Guishans exploits abroad.

If the Bloody Wolf King of Hell himself says so, he can rest assured.

[Samael: I still hate that title.]

Master Tang, what does Bingyun think about this? Yan Guishan suddenly remembered another key point of the marriage.

She doesn't know about it yet. Tang Lao said.

Doesnt know yet?! Yan Guishan was both startled and worried.

Todays era practices freedom of marriage. Thus, she must be quite repulsed at the fact that her elders arranged this marriage for her.

What if Tang Bingyun was unwilling to agree to this matter?

Don't worry, even if Bingyun is dissatisfied with this marriage, I have a way to get her to agree. The wrinkles on Old Tang's face crowded together, revealing an old fox-like smile.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The sound of high heels stepping on the ground echoed.

Yan Guishan's hearing was excellent, and as soon as he heard it, he subconsciously turned to look.

A tall, slender beauty with long legs was walking toward them.

On her cold and indifferent face was beauty that seemed so difficult to reach.

Yan Guishan recognized at a glance that this was the woman in the photos just now.

And now that hes seen the real deal, he can confidently say that she was far more beautiful in person than in the photos.

Especially the indifferent temperament.

With Yan Guishan's many years of experience, he knew that this kind of woman was difficult to pursue.

But that's what makes it more challenging.

[Samael: ALRIGHT, DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT GRASS IS?! ()]

[Kshn: Calm down buddy. This is only a novel, and a Chinese one at that.]

Tang Bingyun arrived at the small pavilion and glanced at one of the strangers.

The stranger looked her in the eyes, displeasing her somewhat.

Tang Bingyun outright ignored him and asked Old Tang, Grandpa, why did you call me here?

To introduce someone to you. Tang Lao gestured in front of him with his hand.

Hello, Miss Tang Bingyun. I am Yan Guishan. Yan Guishan stood up from the stone bench and extended his hand to greet Tang Bingyun.

Tang Bingyun just glanced at his hand but didnt bother to shake it.

Yan Guishan's hand froze in mid-air, but he didn't care. With a shrug of his shoulders, he naturally took it back.

Grandpa, the company is very busy, I don't have time to meet idlers. Tang Bingyun said.

He is not an idler, he is your future husband. Tang Lao said.

What?! Tang Bingyun thought shed heard it wrong.

Allow me to explain, your grandfather made an agreement with his old friend many years ago. Tang Lao explained.

Grandpa, have you forgotten what era it is? How could you follow those traditions? Ill arrange my marriage myself. Theres no need for you to concern yourself with it, Grandpa. Tang Bingyun thought this entire thing was a bit ridiculous.

I have already decided on this matter. Whether you want to marry or not, you will. Old Tang sternly stated.

Tang Bingyun was stunned.

It was the first time shed seen this side of her grandfather in her whole life.

Even when she was a child, her grandfather never showed such temperament.

Grandpa, I can promise you everything else, but not this! Tang Bingyun decisively stated.

Say that again?! Elder Tang propped up his body with a cane, stood up from the stone bench, and barked angrily.

Grandpa, I don't want to marry. If you want it so much, you can marry him yourself.

With that, she turned around and prepared to leave, not wanting to continue wasting time.

Youyou

Puff!

Tang Lao's face flushed as he spat out a rain of blood, and then lay down on the ground.

Grandpa?! Grandpa!

Tang Bingyun looked back, horrified.