Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot-Chapter 325 - 302: Healing and Redemption

Help! She really didn’t mean it.

She just had never seen such a big drama before, what ill intentions could she possibly have?

"Grandfather, I... I’ll do it for you one more time."

"You want to stab me again?"

"No! How could that be?"

"No way, no way, I won’t let you!"

The Miao King leapt to his feet, standing on one leg like a golden rooster, quickly distancing himself from the culprit.

Meng Qianqian stood up to chase after him.

The Miao King, hopping on one leg, went "hop, hop, hop" as he fled: "Don’t come near me! Help! Somebody save me!"

Don’t underestimate him using only one leg—he was as nimble as a leopard.

Meng Qianqian was chasing him so hard she was drenched in sweat.

"This time I really won’t leave the needle inside!"

"I don’t believe you! I don’t believe you! Stupid boy, hurry and stop your wife—"

The Miao King hid behind Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan ignored him.

Serves him right for abandoning him so many times.

The old and the young darted around the mountaintop, their voices filling the air.

The golden morning light broke through the thick clouds, dispersing the dense mist, shining down with a vibrant energy.

Lu Yuan and Luo San said nothing, simply watching the comedic chaos of the Miao King and Meng Qianqian unfold in silence.

Luo San said, "Lu Yuan, I really envy you."

Lu Yuan replied indifferently, "Don’t involve yourself with him anymore. It will lead to misfortune."

Luo San gave a bitter smile: "I’m already mired in, with no way back, and no future to look forward to."

Unable to catch the Miao King, Meng Qianqian turned into a Little Yin Hu and pounced at him with a *whoosh*.

"Ah—!"

The Miao King, torn between protecting his head or his knees, chose to cover his face: "Don’t hit my face! I still need to meet Xian’er—"

Bao Shu’s habit of covering her face every time she fell finally had a source.

The corners of Lu Yuan’s lips curled faintly: "But you, you desire something, don’t you?"

Luo San fell into silence once again.

They all said Xun Qi was a master of manipulation, but in his eyes, Lu Yuan surpassed him by far. freewebnσvel.cѳm

"I’ll give you a chance. If you can guess what I want, I’ll consider cooperating with the Ministry of Justice in their investigation. You can refuse, because even if you guess right, I might still change my mind."

Lu Yuan sneered coldly, "Isn’t it just that you want your name to appear in the Xun Family’s genealogy? Isn’t it just that you want your mother’s memorial tablet to enjoy the Xun Family’s incense offerings?"

Luo San’s expression momentarily faltered, but only for a moment.

Even as Meng Qianqian was wrestling with the Miao King over his shoe, she didn’t forget to pay attention to the two men’s conversation.

What Lu Yuan said clearly struck a chord in Luo San’s heart, yet it seemed to fall short of being enough.

Could it be that his desires had changed?

Lu Yuan stood up, dusting off his wide sleeves with nonchalance: "I’ll lend you my identity for one day."

Luo San froze.

Lu Yuan said, "At sunrise tomorrow, meet me at the Government Office."

With that, he turned to Meng Qianqian and said, "We’re leaving."

Meng Qianqian blinked: "Eh? That’s it?"

The Miao King seized the opportunity to snatch back his shoe, suspiciously asking, "Granddaughter-in-law, did you really remove the embroidery needle?"

"I did, I did, this time I really did. If you don’t believe me, take a look!"

Meng Qianqian held up the embroidery needle she had in her hand to show him.

The Miao King huffed, "That’ll do, I guess."

Meng Qianqian waved hurriedly: "Grandfather, we’re leaving now!"

The little couple said they were leaving and left, leaving the noisy mountaintop suddenly quiet, with just the Miao King and Luo San staring at each other.

Luo San cleared his throat: "Lu Yuan said... he’d lend me his identity for one day."

The Miao King sat cross-legged on the ground, asking seriously, "What does that mean?"

Luo San said quietly, "It means that today... I’m your grandson, and you’re my grandfather."

The Miao King shuddered: "That brat sold off his own grandfather!?"

Feeling a bit at a loss, Luo San quickly pulled out a human skin mask from his pocket and put it on: "Does this make it a little better?"

The Miao King’s eyes widened as he stared at the face identical to Lu Yuan’s: "No wonder I mistook you earlier, you really do look alike..."

"Old man."

"Ah!"

The Miao King practically exploded!

Even the voice sounded the same!

Seeing the Miao King’s reaction, Luo San’s eyes dimmed, and he reached out to remove the human skin mask, reverting back to his own voice: "I pushed too hard, didn’t I..."

"Hold on."

The Miao King grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "You’re serious about being my grandson for a day?"

A spark of light reignited in Luo San’s eyes, and he nodded firmly!

"Heh heh heh." The Miao King rubbed his hands together wickedly, laughing sinisterly, "You better not back out halfway."

Luo San felt his scalp go numb.

A sense of impending doom crept into his heart. Why did it feel like he’d gotten himself into big trouble?

The Miao King slung an arm carelessly over his shoulder: "Relax, your grandfather would never harm you! I just want to take you out to play, make up for the childhood regrets you missed, though there’s never been a chance!"

"Play?"

"That’s right!"

As soon as the Miao King finished speaking, he hoisted Luo San up and, with a mighty leap—

Luo San’s face paled: "Ah—! You didn’t say the first thing we’d do is jump off a cliff—!"

The Miao King’s ecstatic voice drowned him out: "Ha ha ha—this is—so—much—fun—!"