Quan Yin smiled slightly, glanced at Gu Yuan, and explained to Suisui in an especially gentle voice, "The fact that we can often be together is fate."

"Mr. Quan..."

This was no longer a hint, but a clear indication.

Gu Yuan felt it necessary to make things clear with Quan Yin, especially since this situation was so awkward. Hadn’t Quan Yin, with his sharp mind, considered this?

She was about to speak, but Quan Yin beat her to it and said, "Sorry, Miss Gu, I didn’t consider your feelings in what I said earlier."

Gu Yuan: "..."

Now, the words that were at the tip of her tongue were left unsaid.

They arrived at the airport.

Quan Yin saw Gu Yuan off at the airport, and after Gu Yuan and her daughter boarded the plane, he returned to the old house.

As expected, his little nephew was already waiting for him in the north room.

But to his surprise, there was no fiery rage as he had imagined; his little nephew seemed quite calm.

Quan Yin strode in and sat opposite Quan Jin on the armchair. The servants quickly brought two cups of tea, carefully placing them on the high table next to Quan Yin, replaced Quan Jin’s untouched tea, and then withdrew.

In the main room in the north, only Quan Jin and Quan Yin were present.

The servants had long retreated, and the matron didn’t show up today, sticking to the principle of "deal with your own issues," so she didn’t interfere.

"I’ve officially handed over the approval project in Hai City to you and arranged for you to go today. Why are you back again? When do you plan to go next?" Quan Yin casually asked, holding a celadon bowl of black tea in one hand and lightly brushing the tea leaves aside with the lid with the other.

Quan Jin glared at the person carelessly sipping tea opposite him, intending to speak calmly, but as he opened his mouth, it turned into sarcasm: "Uncle Wu, if given another surname, would it be Shameless Quan?"

Quan Yin’s gaze turned cold, slightly narrowing his mesmerizing phoenix eyes: "What are you insinuating?"

"You clearly know..."

"I clearly know that the one mingling with you is Gu Xueli, and Gu Yuan too, isn’t it?" Quan Yin finished with a laugh—a mocking laugh, also laughing at Quan Jin’s self-inflicted predicament.

Quan Jin’s hand, which was resting on the high table, slowly clenched.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing: "Uncle Wu, I respect you as Uncle Wu."

"And I see you as my own nephew," Quan Yin responded nonchalantly.

Still, he was too young; Quan Yin did something vile yet remained composed, whereas Quan Jin had already lost his patience. He abruptly stood up, pressing toward Quan Yin opposite him: "Uncle Wu, you set me up time and again, watching coldly as I jumped around like a clown. What have I done to wrong you? Or is there some unresolved grudge from the previous generation that you’re attributing to me!?"

The hostility on Quan Jin was particularly intense.

But Quan Yin didn’t take it to heart, only gave Quan Jin a fleeting glance: "You haven’t wronged me, nor are there grudges from the past generation, it’s just my habits over the years."

"Your habit is to be cunning, deeply scheming, never changing your habit of coveting others’ wives, even secretly coveting your nephew’s wife this time! The outside world probably doesn’t know that the esteemed Mr. Qua does such sordid things in private?!"

"..."

"Coveting even your own nephew’s wife, do you still consider yourself human, Uncle Wu?"

’Crack—’

The tea bowl was placed heavily on the high table by Quan Yin, producing a crisp cracking sound.

Quan Yin suddenly stood up, brimming with a domineering aura.

The uncle and nephew were similar in height and build, both exuded an imposing presence, and for a moment, the atmosphere was tense and on the brink of eruption.

"There aren’t many people who dare speak to me like that, Jin, I must have been too lenient with you, allowing your words to become so unruly!" Even with his usual composure and restraint, facing Quan Jin’s accusations, Quan Yin was angered.

"Heh..." Quan Jin let out a light laugh: "Is Uncle Wu teaching me about rules?"

Quan Jin, his hands in his pants pockets, laughed with derision: "So, may I ask, did Uncle Wu set an example before lecturing me on rules?"

"Quan Jin!!"

"Uncle Wu, is there a need to be so angry?"

In Quan Jin’s eyes, there was a deep coldness: "Uncle Wu, as I said, I respect you as my uncle, my elder. But if you keep using those underhanded tactics, what’s the harm in tearing this facade?!"

Quan Yin haughtily lifted his chin, anger rising in his eyes: "You ungrateful wretch, manage your emotions; come to me for a rationale after you’ve reflected on what you’ve done yourself?"

Just one sentence, and all of Quan Jin’s words were blocked.