Online Fortune Telling: Your Son Has Another Dad-Chapter 239 - 237: Grave Relocation

At the beginning, Old Mr. Yan’s six children were all trying to persuade him.

But as they spoke, they fell back into their old patterns, tearing each other down.

Old Mr. Yan stood expressionless, his disappointment evident.

After some arguing, seeing the old man’s unusual reaction, they quickly shut their mouths.

"Just last night, I received a medical report."

"This report shows the blood tests of all those good sons and daughters of yours from two months ago."

Old Mr. Yan looked around the room and said coldly, "Two months ago, you proposed the idea of Xiaoya being adopted, and she agreed."

"I remember she made a request at the time for you to take the children to the hospital for blood and hair tests."

"The results at that time were all perfect, one healthier than the other."

"I thought then that these grandchildren were very well-behaved, unlike the spoiled children of other families."

"But now..."

As he spoke, Old Mr. Yan opened the medical report and pulled out a page.

After glancing at the name and blood test results, he suddenly threw it at a young man in front of him.

This young man, Lu Heng had seen before.

He was the one who pretended to be out for a morning run after staying up all night in the little garden.

"What did you study abroad?"

"The family spent money to send you abroad to study, not to fool around!"

"Fooling around is one thing, but you caught a disease. Are you trying to anger your grandfather to death?"

The young man was scolded, his face turned livid, and he lowered his head without speaking.

After reprimanding him, Old Mr. Yan turned to the granddaughter next to him.

"Have you quit your addiction?"

"If not, report to a rehab center starting tomorrow."

"Show up in front of me only after you’ve kicked the habit!"

After speaking, the old man pulled out another report and slapped it on his granddaughter’s face.

The girl, thin-skinned, immediately covered her face and ran out crying when hit in front of everyone.

Everyone looked at the old man’s cloudy face, no one dared to say anything, and nobody dared to chase after her.

"Besides these two particularly outrageous brats, the rest aren’t any better."

"Just a medical report can uncover all your past disgusting deeds!"

"You act all well-behaved in front of me, isn’t it tiring?"

"With you lot scheming for the Yan Group’s inheritance?"

"From today on, the topic of adoption is off the table!"

"Xiaoya is still young, let future matters be dealt with in the future!"

Old Mr. Yan scolded expressionlessly.

Today’s fiasco shattered the fantasy of Yan Ya’s six older siblings.

Previously, they had planned to have their children impress the old man with their behavior to win his favor.

This was to gain leverage in the matter of adoption.

But what they never expected was...

Yan Ya, the youngest, was even more cunning than they imagined!

The hospital blood and hair tests were merely a trap.

They thought they could deceive the old man and Yan Ya by swapping the test results through a doctor.

But Yan Ya had already prepared, not only having obtained the real test results early on but choosing this moment specifically to detonate this bomb.

Oh well!

This bomb explosion completely destroyed their plans.

Realizing the whole thing, the eyes of these six families towards Yan Ya were filled with resentment and anger.

But no one could say a word.

They could only swallow their broken teeth silently.

After all, she merely laid out the facts without embellishment.

Blame if you will, blame only your own unaccomplished children!

"I called you all here today for two matters."

"The first has been addressed just now."

"As for the second matter..."

Old Mr. Yan spoke again, "It’s about relocating the ancestral tomb!"

Hearing this, everyone from the Yan Family present looked at the old man.

The first matter was merely an internal family issue.

Everyone watched it like a drama.

But the second matter concerned every Yan Family member present.

"Old man, are you planning to move the ancestral grave?"

Someone asked.

"Yes!"

Old Mr. Yan nodded and said solemnly, "Though Diannan is good, it’s not the homeland of our Yan family."

"Back when the Yan ancestors moved to Taiping Town to escape the chaos, abandoning their family business."

"It was a last resort; after all, if one could live normally, who would want to leave their home?"

"Half a year ago, I had a dream of my grandfather, saying that the ancestors wished to return home, to be buried in their homeland."

"After waking up, I’ve been pondering over this decision..."

At this point, he glanced at his youngest daughter, Yan Ya, and continued, "I asked Xiaoya to inquire about the situation back home."

"The local government warmly welcomes the return of our Yan family."

"They are even willing to allocate a piece of land for the construction of the Yan ancestral hall."

"Xiaoya has already found a construction company to perfectly recreate the ancestral hall based on old photos preserved by the Yan family."

"The project is near completion; all that’s left is to move our ancestral tomb there."

Old Mr. Yan laid out his plan bit by bit.

The Yan family members listened, not as shocked as before.

After all, with the old man bringing up his grandfather, what more could they say?

They were just curious why the old man was so secretive?

Before this, not a whisper had reached their ears.

The six children of the old man exchanged glances, furrowing their brows.

As his children, this was their first time hearing about the relocation plans.

The old man seemed wiser, not as easily fooled as before.

"Relocating the ancestral tomb is no trivial matter."

"To ensure no problems arise, I specifically brought in a prominent figure from the Feng Shui realm..."

As Old Mr. Yan spoke, a middle-aged man in a moon-white long gown, holding a folding fan, walked slowly out of the room.

This man’s physique was even more exaggerated than Yang Qingshu.

Short and stout, with a belly as round as if hiding a soccer ball.

With a smile, he greeted everyone with a cupped hand, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Yang Buping!"

After his self-introduction, everyone exchanged confused glances.

Who is this person?

Why haven’t we heard of him?

As confusion spread, the oldest of the Yan Family suddenly stepped forward, surprised, "You are Divine Eye Master Yang?"

"Indeed, it’s me!"

Yang Buping flipped his fan, nodding slightly.

Seeing the confused looks earlier made him a bit nervous.

He had been in the Feng Shui realm for years, with quite a reputation; why did no one recognize him?

Fortunately, someone recognized the gem he was!