Unrivaled Soldier in the City-Chapter 273: Grandparent-Grandchild Bloodline (8th Update)

Watching Yang Wucheng's retreating back, Lin Kuang felt an indescribable emotion well up in his heart.

Those words had truly touched his soul. An image surfaced in his mind: a figure, somewhat stooped with age, yet capable of standing ramrod straight at any moment.

When he was young, that man had been a towering mountain for Lin Kuang to look up to. For a time, that same figure was the one existence he longed to surpass.

One could say that without that man, there would be no Lin Kuang today!

After all, that person was his grandfather, the patriarch of the Lin Family. He was the elder Lin Kuang respected most and the man who had always been kindest to him. As he dwelled on this, his eyes began to moisten. The stooped figure seemed to materialize before him, his gaze filled with the same doting affection as always.

"Grandfather," Lin Kuang murmured, his eyes moist.

But in the next moment, the illusion shattered, and a complex look returned to his eyes.

He took out his phone, but his hand trembled uncontrollably, as if he lacked the courage to dial the string of numbers. Lin Kuang stared quietly at the phone in his hand, the hesitation in his eyes deepening. An unknown amount of time passed before he seemed to make up his mind. His eyes grew resolute again, and his thumb flew across the screen, dialing a series of numbers—a number belonging to Yanjing!

「Yanjing.」

Inside a highly exclusive quadrangle courtyard, the sharp ring of a telephone suddenly pierced the silence of a darkened room. It wasn't a mobile phone, but a rather old-fashioned landline.

The room's furnishings were very simple. There was an old-looking mahogany bed and a matching mahogany chair in the center of the room. Everything looked completely ordinary.

An old man was resting on the bed. At the sound of the phone, he suddenly opened his eyes, an unusual glint flashing within his cloudy pupils. He didn't hesitate, immediately getting out of bed and walking over to the landline.

As if remembering or sensing something, the old man's slightly stooped body began to tremble. His outstretched hand hovered, shaking, as it reached for the receiver. The next moment, he snatched it and held it to his ear. "Hello? Is that you, Kuang?"

His voice was trembling and somewhat deep, yet his words carried an intense excitement and anticipation, as if he longed to hear the word "yes" from the other end.

The moment he heard the old man's voice, Lin Kuang's body shook violently before he steadied himself once more. At that moment, a layer of mist unconsciously welled up in Lin Kuang's deep eyes, and his lips quivered slightly.

"Grandfather, it's me."

It was as if those few words had drained all of Lin Kuang's strength. He collapsed onto the bed, and the mist in his deep eyes coalesced into tears that streamed down his face.

Hearing Lin Kuang's words, the old man's body trembled even more violently. His cloudy eyes shimmered with unshed tears, yet they still held a look of profound, doting affection.

"Good, good. So it is you. That's great. Kuang, you were finally willing to call your grandfather."

Even when facing an army of millions, the old man's voice had never trembled. Yet now, he couldn't control its shaking.

At these words, Lin Kuang's tears flowed even more freely. "Grandfather, I'm sorry. I miss you," he murmured, his tears falling like hurried raindrops.

"Silly boy, it's Grandfather who should be sorry," the old man said, his voice trembling. His words carried an apology, but no regret. Some things simply had to be done, and someone had to bear the responsibility. As his grandson, the central figure in that great battle, Lin Kuang had to bear the consequences.

"No, Grandpa, it wasn't you. It was me," Lin Kuang said through his sobs, looking just like a guilty child as tears dripped endlessly from his eyes. "I shouldn't have blamed you for what happened, nor should I have blamed the family. It was all my fault."

Hearing Lin Kuang's words, the unshed tears in the old man's eyes finally coalesced into drops, sliding down his wrinkled yet resolute cheeks.

"Alright, child, don't say any more. Let what's past be past. I heard you're in Nanjing now. Are you doing well?" the old man asked with a smile. He had always been aware of Lin Kuang's whereabouts but had chosen not to disturb him.

"Yes, I'm fine. Grandpa, how is your health?" Lin Kuang said through his tears, his words filled with deep concern.

In that moment, the rift between grandfather and grandson seemed to vanish, leaving only deep familial affection. The bonds of blood remain, no matter how much time passes or what happens in between. Kinship is woven into the very veins, a connection that will never change.

"Good, of course I'm good! I can still live for a few more years," the old man said with a smile, his spirits high.

In over a year, the old man had not once been as happy as he was today. This was the first time he had felt this joy. His happiness washed away the gloom that had settled in his heart, making him feel much lighter.

"That's good. Grandpa, make sure you rest. I'll come to see you in a while," Lin Kuang said, his own voice now filled with joy.

"Good! I'll be waiting for my grandson to come visit," the old man laughed, his voice becoming much heartier.

Hearing his grandfather's joyous laughter, Lin Kuang felt a sincere happiness well up from the bottom of his heart. It had been more than a year since that incident. This was the first time he had called his grandfather, listening to his voice and chatting with him.

"Grandpa, there's something else I need to tell you," Lin Kuang said with a smile.

"What is it?" the old man asked, also smiling.

"The East Sea Military Region and the Nanjing Military Region have decided to join the Lin Family. Yang Wucheng and Zhang Guodong were originally supposed to inform you, but Uncle Yang asked me to share this good news with you," Lin Kuang explained with a smile. He knew their decision would be a great help to the Lin Family.

Hearing this, the old man smiled. "Mm, I know. Tell them not to worry. I will give them a future!"

The old man's voice was firm and resonant, imbued with a profound, unshakable authority.

"Okay, I understand, Grandpa," Lin Kuang said solemnly.

The grandfather and grandson chatted for over half an hour before they finally hung up.

Putting the phone in his pocket, the smile on Lin Kuang's face grew even broader. This phone call with his grandfather had completely unraveled the knot in his heart. This was an undeniably good thing, as that very knot had been the main reason his strength had stagnated.