Chapter 954 - 954 940 Birds of a feather flock together (3)

Chapter 954: 940, Birds of a feather flock together (3) Chapter 954: 940, Birds of a feather flock together (3) This was also the main reason why he was reluctant to let his wife violate her oath and use the tribal artifacts to help Shen Yan. To save Shen Yan meant using her own lifespan as the price, a price too steep for him to afford.

“Why, Grandpa, didn’t you say that as long as Grandma didn’t use those things from the tribe, she would be fine? How come you’re now saying Grandma won’t live past sixty?” Jian Luo was utterly confused.

They always thought that their grandmother had passed away because she was struck by the news of their mother’s death, and her health gradually declined from missing their mother too much. Little did they know there was more to the story.

Grandpa Jian waved his hand, “When I first met your grandmother, she was already the saintess. She had used her lifespan to calculate fortunes for the tribe. She also foresaw that my arrival would bring about the tribe’s destruction, but she still saved me. Every saintess who uses the art of controlling gu and employs their ability to foresee fate, whether it’s only once or multiple times, will shorten their own lifespan. The art of controlling gu is very powerful for the saintess, but it also consumes a great deal of their spirit.”

“So, Grandma foresaw her own end and that’s why she thought of giving her heart to Shen Yan?” Jian Qing guessed.

Grandpa Jian replied, “Yes, that’s it. It’s just that we never told Shen Hua about this decision. He is impulsive and left with Shen Yan overnight, not even giving us a chance to explain.”

The living room suddenly fell silent, as quiet as if there were no birds chirping.

The entourage was probably in a state of bewildered activity, but Bai Jue’s group was particularly disoriented at that moment.

They had not expected to hear such explosive news upon arrival.

The most bewildered were Jian Qing and Jian Luo, who suddenly had two more cousins, one of whom they didn’t know whether to consider a friend or a foe.

Jian Luo tilted his head, leaning on Black Jack’s shoulder, trying his best to digest the news.

The concept of a cousin was new to him, and he needed time to process it.

“Grandpa, was the handwriting on the letter we received really from Shen Yan?” Jian Qing pondered, then asked thoughtfully.

Grandpa Jian affirmed, “Yes, I have seen it, and it is Shen Yan’s handwriting.”

Jian Qing’s fingertips rose slightly as she gently tapped the table, “Grandpa, have you ever seen Shen Hua imitate Shen Yan’s handwriting?”

Shen Hua was not dead, yet had created the illusion of his death. Was Shen Yan privy to this? And what role was he playing in all this?

“Are you suspecting that the letter was actually written by Shen Hua, imitating Shen Yan’s handwriting?” Grandpa Jian was quick-witted, instantly grasping the implication of her words.

Jian Qing said, “I can’t rule out that possibility.”

“But what could his purpose be for doing such a thing?” Grandpa Jian frowned, clearly puzzled.

Even if Shen Hua didn’t want them to find him, there was no need to go so far as to falsely claim he was dead. Considering his nature, if the letter was indeed forged by him imitating Shen Yan, he must have had a motive.

“Using Shen Yan as a witness would be more persuasive in making you believe that he was dead. But the purpose behind his staged death is indeed worth delving into,” Jian Qing analyzed calmly.

“Grandpa, there’s something we need to tell you first. Although Shen Yan saved my sister, it’s very possible that his brother Shen Hua is the one who plotted against her.” Jian Luo looked at Grandpa Jian, pondered for a while, and decided to tell the truth.

Initially, he was only suspicious, but now, after hearing what his grandpa had said, he was even more convinced that his sister’s accident had something to do with Shen Hua.

A coincidence might be excused once, but twice raises suspicion. The first time in R Country, Shen Yan took the initiative to approach his sister and even warned her to be careful during childbirth. Later, his sister almost got abducted, and someone suddenly appeared to help her. This time, his sister nearly died from an assassination attempt, and by chance, it was Shen Yan who saved her. The series of events was too coincidental to not arouse suspicion.

Jian Qing and Jian Luo are the apple of Grandpa Jian’s eye. Hearing Jian Luo’s words, Grandpa Jian’s gaze turned sharp, “I won’t be mistaken about that kid Shen Yan. Just because you are Weiwei’s children, he would never harm you. But Shen Hua, he…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but everyone present understood his implication.

Shen Yan is an ally; Shen Hua, not necessarily.

After hearing the old man’s words, everyone again realized just how deep Shen Hua’s scheming was. Now, to determine if Shen Hua is friend or foe, they would have to wait for Jian Qing’s memory to return, as only she knew what really happened the day she jumped off the cliff.

Jian Qing also understood this principle. She raised her hand to rub her head, becoming a bit agitated.

“Take it slowly, don’t rush.”

Quan Jingwu took her hand and comforted her in a warm voice.

Meeting his deep and profound eyes, the enchanting amethyst color gradually soothed her impatience and anxiety.

“Hmm.”

“Mommy!”

Nineteen, clutching a lollipop, ran over and snuggled into Jian Qing’s arms, then shoved the lollipop into her hand.

“Want, Nineteen wants.”

Suddenly, a large hand “cruelly” snatched away the lollipop, and Nineteen’s bright purple eyes instantly looked up to meet Quan Jingwu’s handsome face, his little cherry mouth puckering.

“Nineteen, no more sweets for you, you’ve already had plenty of snacks today,” Quan Jingwu said casually, throwing it with precision to hit Bai Jue on the forehead.

“For you.”

Bai Jue’s forehead instantly turned red, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Holding the lollipop, he looked at Quan Jingwu and said through clenched teeth, “Thanks a lot. You better keep it for yourself.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to throw it back.

“It seems that Grandpa is going to return to Beijing soon; I should find time to have tea with him,” said Quan Jingwu with a cool voice.

Bai Jue’s face stiffened, his hand holding the lollipop frozen in mid-air.

Damn.

Is it really okay to threaten people like this?

“Bro, don’t fight with him; you can’t win,” Jian Luo patted Bai Jue’s shoulder with schadenfreude.

Speaking from experience, he advised him not to contend with Quan Jingwu, the domineering childish man, who would demonstrate in minutes what it means to be ever more base.

Bai Jue silently lowered his hand, gripped the lollipop tightly, and in an instant, he crushed the round lollipop, faintly diffusing a sugary scent into the air.

Looking at the gloomy Nineteen, Quan Jingwu lifted him up and sat him on his legs. “Nineteen, that weird uncle crushed your lollipop. Go ask him for money, and Daddy will buy you a new one tomorrow.”

Bai Jue, “…”

The even more despicable one was apparently waiting right there for him.

Deceiving a one-year-old child, and his own son at that, couldn’t he have some shame?

Hearing this, Nineteen’s eyes lit up, and he quickly ran towards Bai Jue.

“Uncle, money, money.”

He tugged at Bai Jue’s sleeve, shaking it vigorously.

Bai Jue was speechless, couldn’t resist the little guy, took out his wallet, Jian Luo seized the opportunity, snatched it away in one go, and stuffed a stack of cash into Nineteen’s hands.

“Here, Nineteen, take this, it’s from Uncle,” Jian Luo offered.

Bai Jue spat out a mouthful of blood.

What’s the saying, ‘birds of a feather flock together’? He had finally witnessed it firsthand.