The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 508: The Anger of Old Master Yan

Yan Hao felt a lump in his throat, wanting to shout back: "Damn it! What does it have to do with me? The troublemaker is Yan Shanchuan, not me!"

His mood was bad, but it wasn’t necessary to take it out on himself, right?

With a sullen face, he didn’t want to deal with this old man at all.

If not for the Yan Family’s sake, he would have long stopped tolerating the old man’s strange temper. If it wasn’t for his dad still willing to support him, did this old man think he could stay in the Yan Family, having whatever he wants?

Heh!

Was the master still keeping the things between him and his dad a secret?

Just an empty shell, what sort of power does he have?

Indeed, Yan Shanchuan didn’t hold back for long: "Alright, Dad, stop talking. I’ll handle what’s left. You’re getting old, so just rest and don’t worry about these things."

"You..." The old master clutched his chest, "What do you mean by that? Are you saying I’m old and useless? No matter how old I am, I’m still your father. I have the right to control you!"

"Yes, yes, you have the right to control me. But, Dad, have you forgotten who runs the Yan Family now?"

"Do you think, after such a big incident, you can still sit firmly in the Family Head’s position?"

"Whether I can remain there or not is not for you to decide. Dad, you’re old, just rest." With that, Yan Shanchuan turned around.

"Yan Shanchuan, stop right there, stop, do you hear me..." The old master shouted, but unfortunately, Yan Shanchuan showed no reaction and left without even turning back once.

He was so angry that his blood surged, nearly making him faint.

"Grandpa, stop shouting, it’s useless, that guy simply won’t pay attention to you. Do you think it’s still decades ago when you were young... Alright, let me help you back to rest." Occasionally, Yan Hao was quite unruly, but he didn’t dare leave the old man alone here. If the old man got too angry and something happened, it wouldn’t be easy to deal with later.

After leaving the old man, Yan Shanchuan made a call to Zhan Zhengtong. Since he used an unknown number, Zhan Zhengtong didn’t know it was him and answered.

"Hello! Who is this?"

"Who is this? Your husband!" Yan Shanchuan couldn’t suppress the anger in his heart.

"Oh, it’s you!" Zhan Zhengtong’s face, initially smiling, immediately fell.

"What? From your tone, it seems you’re not welcoming me? We’ve been husband and wife for over 20 years, and this is how you treat me, Zhan Zhengtong, you’re something else..."

At this moment, Zhan Zhengtong still didn’t know that Jiang Nuo was her son and thought he was referring to her not attending the old master’s birthday banquet.

"What did I do, huh? Didn’t going there just cater to the old master’s thoughts? I’ve been married to you all these years, and the old master never liked me, wishing I’d never stepped into your family’s door."

"You didn’t want to enter our family’s door? Then why did you marry me back then? Even gave me a good son... A really good son!" Yan Shanchuan gritted his teeth over the phone.

Mentioning their son made Zhan Zhengtong tense: "What’s wrong with my son? Isn’t my son also your son?"

She was just about to ask him; everyone says even a tiger doesn’t eat its cubs, so how ruthless was Yan Shanchuan 20 years ago to dare trade his own flesh and blood?

Did he hate her, or did he hate that she gave birth to a son?

If he didn’t like her, he could just say so. Did she, Zhan Zhengtong, cling to Yan Shanchuan that badly?

As the eldest daughter of the Zhan Family, when did she ever lack men? Back then, the men pursuing her could circle the entire Capital City several times.

"Your son, Zhan Zhengtong, I wouldn’t dare acknowledge. A traitorous son who dares to challenge me, I, Yan Shanchuan, don’t have the ability to handle." Yan Shanchuan said harshly, "You better tell your son to be careful, otherwise... I didn’t let him die 20 years ago, but now I can let him die again."

Wait, 20 years ago... was he talking about her biological son?!

"You dare!" Zhan Zhengtong fumed, "Yan Shanchuan, listen to me, if you dare lay a hand on my son, I will never let you go."

"Heh! Who’s not letting go of whom, we’ll see!"

"We’ll see, you think I’m afraid of you, Yan Shanchuan!"

...

Zhan Zhengtong hung up the call from Yan Shanchuan in a huff and walked out of the room.

"Jingshu? Jingshu? Jingshu!"

Then, Zhan Jingshu, who was playing chess with his second brother in the living room, heard his little aunt’s urgent voice.

"Little aunt is calling you again, it’s not about her son’s matters again, is it? Always the same thing, she never gets tired of listening, and you’re almost sick of talking about it, right?" Zhan Jingmo commented.

Zhan Jingshu felt a bit helpless: "Little aunt is anxious about her son, you have to understand."

"Whether or not I understand, it doesn’t matter, after all, I’m not the one telling the story. The important thing is it’s you. Little brother, I feel sorry for you!"

Zhan Jingshu no longer responded to his second brother but answered Zhan Zhengtong, "Little aunt, I’m in the downstairs living room."

"Jingshu, so you’re here, something big happened." Zhan Zhengtong said, pulling Zhan Jingshu by the arm as she came downstairs.

"What big thing happened?"

"Little aunt, don’t tell me you’re making a fuss over nothing again? Is it your so-called god-grandson and god-granddaughter’s fight again?" Zhan Jingmo joked.

"No, if it was that, it would be nothing, but this time it’s really a big deal. Yan Shanchuan just called me."

As soon as Zhan Zhengtong spoke, Zhan Jingshu frowned, "Little aunt, didn’t we agree before that you shouldn’t answer his calls, you shouldn’t talk to him at all."

"I know, I wasn’t planning on answering his calls. I’ve ignored all his numbers, but I didn’t know this number was his... He told me he would target my biological son. Not Yan Hao, my real son, you understand?"

Zhan Jingmo was speechless, "Little aunt, it’s obvious Yan Shanchuan is trying to trick you, trying to get information from you. Did you tell him anything?"

"No, I didn’t say anything. I don’t even know my biological son’s name, how could I tell him? But from his tone, he seems to know who my biological son is. Do you think this is a big deal?"

Zhan Jingmo and Zhan Jingshu exchanged a surprised look.

Just as Zhan Jingshu was about to speak, his phone rang. Seeing the caller’s name, he realized it was not just anyone, but his Master, who was also his cousin, Jiang Nuo.

"Master!" Zhan Jingshu stood up, trying to avoid them to take the call, "Wait a moment, it’s not convenient to talk right now."

"Is my... mom there?" Jiang Nuo asked on the other end.

"Yes!"

"No problem, I actually have something to tell her."

Zhan Jingshu paused, turned back, and looked at Zhan Zhengtong.

Normally, when he received calls from his Master, he habitually avoided them, so everyone was used to it.

But this time, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Zhan Jingmo asked in confusion, "What’s up? Weren’t you avoiding us?"