Old Master Ji's phone wallpaper was a picture of Rong Yu.
When she appeared at the restroom doorway, Old Master Hai and Old Master Si recognized her immediately.
No matter how glamorous celebrities in the entertainment industry might seem, in the eyes of elite families like the Hai and Si clans, they were considered low-class.
Not to mention, Rong Yu was dressed like a student and looked young—two things that made the old men look down on her even more.
Old Master Hai smirked. "Old Ji, you’re halfway into the grave already. Do you even understand how to be a fan? Don’t let yourself be sweet-talked into adding her to the Ji Family registry and swindled out of half your fortune."
"Exactly!" Old Master Si chimed in. "If you really marry some teenage girl, people will laugh their heads off."
Old Master Ji’s eyes bulged in anger. He grabbed two cups of coffee from the table, ready to hurl them at the two men’s heads.
But Rong Yu walked over, pressed down on his arm, and took a seat on the sofa beside him.
Instantly, Old Master Ji settled down like a kitten whose fur had been smoothed.
Old Master Hai’s eyebrow twitched.
This little girl had barged in without even greeting them and sat down so casually—did she have no respect for her elders?
How could someone so ill-mannered even be a celebrity?
Rong Yu took a sip of coffee before finally looking up, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Hai Dadun? Sima Gang?"
Old Master Hai’s eyes widened.
That name hadn’t been used in decades. He had paid a top literary scholar to give him a far more refined, cultured, and dignified name.
How did this girl know he used to be called Hai Dadun?
And worse—she had the audacity to call him that directly!
He was generations older than her—this was outright disrespect!
"Outrageous!" Old Master Si slammed the table. "Where did this wild girl come from? This is no place for you. Someone, escort her out!"
Old Master Ji wasn’t the least bit worried.
His mother was never one to act without reason.
"Oh, my apologies." Rong Yu shrugged. "Your parents used to call you those names in front of me all the time. Guess it just slipped out."
"What—what nonsense are you spouting?"
Old Master Hai and Old Master Si looked as if they’d seen a ghost.
Their parents had been dead for twenty years—this girl hadn’t even been born yet.
Rong Yu smiled. "Hai Dadun, you wet the bed every night as a child. The Hai Family had dozens of sheets, all stained with your pee. Surely you haven’t forgotten?"
Hai Dadun wanted to clamp a hand over her mouth.
That had been sixty or seventy years ago. If she hadn’t brought it up, he might have truly forgotten.
As a child, he had been mocked endlessly for his bed-wetting—a shame he could never wash away.
Rong Yu turned her gaze to Old Master Si.
Old Master Si had been chuckling to himself, reminiscing about how he used to tease Hai Dadun about his accidents. But the moment Rong Yu’s eyes landed on him, an inexplicable chill ran down his spine.
"Sima Gang, your family name is actually Si. But back then, there was a powerful Sima Family in Shanghai. Your grandfather wanted to cozy up to them, so he gave you the name Sima Gang." Rong Yu rested her chin on her hand. "You were the only grandson in your generation, and your grandfather spoiled you rotten. You were so unruly that you ended up burning down your family’s ancestral hall while playing with fire. You were beaten half to death and hospitalized—remember?"
At first, Old Master Si wanted to scold her for spouting lies.
But the more she spoke, the more horrified he became.
How could this girl know such ancient, private details?
Who was she?
What was she?
Old Master Hai gulped. "H-How… how do you know this?!"
Rong Yu smiled sweetly. "Because I knew your parents, of course. Naturally, I’d know all about your childhood embarrassments."
Old Master Si: "!!!"
Old Master Hai: "!!!"
Rong Yu watched their stunned expressions with amusement before suddenly laughing. "Oh, I just couldn’t resist teasing you a little. Old Hai, Old Si, you didn’t actually believe me, did you?"
"HAHAHAHA!" Old Master Ji roared with laughter. "Look at these two old fools, sweating buckets! The great heads of the Hai and Si Families, trembling before a little girl—how pathetic! You’re a laughingstock!"
It had been ages since Old Master Ji had felt this satisfied in front of his old rivals.
Truly, only his mother could deliver such a masterstroke.
Old Master Hai’s face was a mix of suspicion and dread.
Was it really just a joke?
Then how did she know every single detail?
Old Master Si was genuinely spooked.
This girl was eerie.
One look from her felt like being stripped bare.
Old Master Ji couldn’t stop laughing, slapping his thigh repeatedly. "This is too good! HAHAHA!"
"What’s so funny?"
A voice came from the doorway. The door opened, revealing Ji Zhiyuan, Hai Chang’an, and Si Lin—the grandsons—here to escort their elders to the banquet hall.
Si Lin’s eyes lit up when he saw Rong Yu.
With a charming smile, he strode toward her. "Fancy meeting you here, Miss Rong. It must be fate. After the banquet, would you like to catch a movie with me?"
THWACK!
A cushion smacked Si Lin in the head.
Old Master Ji scowled. "Old Si, if you don’t discipline this grandson of yours, he’s going to get out of hand. Does he even realize Rong Yu is out of his league?"
Had it been ten minutes earlier, Old Master Si would’ve seen nothing wrong with his grandson pursuing a young starlet.
But now?
He didn’t believe Rong Yu’s words were just a joke.
Could a girl this young really have known his parents?
Once the supernatural got involved, fear crept in.
"You brat!" Old Master Si kicked Si Lin in the rear. "Apologize to—er, Miss Rong, was it? Apologize right now!"
Si Lin rubbed his backside indignantly. "What did I do wrong? I just asked her to a movie!"
"JUST APOLOGIZE!" Old Master Si smacked the back of his head. "One more word, and I’m cutting off your credit cards!"
Grumbling, Si Lin muttered, "Sorry, Miss Rong."
Rong Yu smiled gently. "Old Master Si here only inherited the family because he was the only son in his generation. But you have an older brother, four sisters, and two younger brothers. Keep acting like this, and you’ll get nothing when the family fortune’s divided."
Si Lin missed most of that, zeroing in on one thing. "You—you called my grandfather stupid?! Who the hell do you think you are? I’ll—OW! Grandpa, let go! That hurts!"
Old Master Si didn’t dare provoke Rong Yu further.
Who knew what other horrifying secrets she might spill?
He dragged Si Lin out by the ear, beating a hasty retreat.
Old Master Hai glanced at Rong Yu, wanting to ask more but not daring to. He quickly followed.
"Mom, you’re amazing," Old Master Ji said gleefully. "Come on, let’s go too."
