Chapter 372: Autocratic Grandpa In the past, she didn’t have an appetite for him, but that has changed. Food tastes best when it was snatched from others.

She didn’t know if that was part of human nature, but she knew a desire to conquer had awakened within her. She wanted to conquer this man, from body to mind.

Ye Shuyun heaved a sigh of relief when Miao Xinyuan left.

“What did you Grandpa say?”

“He wants me to marry her,” said Lu Yi, looking up at the staircase with a trace of impatience in his narrowing eyes.

“And what did you tell him?” asked Ye Shuyun, rubbing her hands together nervously.

“Nothing as of now,” Lu Yi rose and stood casually with his hands in his pockets. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll confess everything to him later.”

“Don’t worry you say...” said Ye Shuyun. But how could she? She hadn’t told anyone about Lu Yi’s marriage—a secret marriage at the request of his actor wife, whose identity still remains a mystery to her. This whole affair was too...

What she understood might not be understood easily by others. Now that the old man had his eyes on Lu Yi, what on earth should they do? No, she had to tell Lu Jin. He was his son after all. He wouldn’t sit idle and watch the old man beat his son to death.

She quickly ran to the phone and made a call, but no one picked up after several attempts.

It’s all over now. Ye Shuyun could feel a buzzing in her head.

Lu Yi opened the door to his room. It had remained how he liked it, simple and plain. There were a large bed and closet, nothing else. The grey and white color scheme of the room made everything easier to see.

He didn’t stay there often due to the special nature of his job; he stayed in his own house at most times.

He opened the closet and prepared to change. That was when he heard someone knocking on the door. He walked over and opened it, only to find Miao Xinyuan looking at him with curious eyes. Lu Yi was wearing a white shirt, his wiry arms and defined muscles visible beneath his casually rolled-up sleeves.

Well-proportioned and strong. Perfection.

Miao Xinyuan’s heart raced.

This trip has been worthwhile, she thought. She had been reluctant before, but she was glad she had come. Otherwise, she would have regretted missing this spectacle fiercely.

“You looking for me?” asked Lu Yi indifferently. Her shadow did not linger in his eyes. His luck with women had only been too good lately, but he was taken and in a loving relationship, and he did not have any plans of cheating.

Miao Qingyuan entered the room without much reservation, studying what little decor the room had. It was the typical room of a guy, and she could tell from the decor that he was a solemn man, boring even. Outside of his job, he didn’t have anything going on.

“I would like to know something. That person you like, what is she like?” she turned and asked Lu Yi.

She doubt the person Lu Yi like could have been better than her. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and she had made it to lieutenant at her age. Her future was limitless.

Who could have been a better option than her? Any man would make the right choice here.

Lu Yi rolled up his sleeves and said nothing.

“Does she outrank me?” asked Miao Xinyuan.

“No,” said Lu Yi. He looked into the distance, a profound look in his eye.

“Is she prettier than me?” pressed Miao Xinyuan. This was the greatest concern to women—is she prettier, or younger than me?

Lu Yi pursed his lips.

“Does it matter? Who would remember what you used to look like by the time you turn old?”

At the start, Yan Huan looked just like any normal human being to him. Of course, in his heart, she was always the prettiest. Then again, his sweetheart’s beauty was his business and his only.

“In that case, would you accept me?” asked Miao Xinyuan. She was very pleased with Lu Yi’s answers. She had interpreted Lu Yi’s lack of clear answers as a sign that his lover was incomparable to her in everything.

“Not a chance,” Lu Yi cut her short. He walked to the door and held it open. “I apologize if I caused any misunderstandings, Miss Miao.” His voice was stiff and his eyes were emotionless.

Miao Xinyuan patted her face. It wasn’t much of a blow to her. She never gave up easily once she set her eyes on something. That was how it had always been. Plus, she had the support of Lu Sr. Lu Yi had no chance of escaping from her.

She was very satisfied with him. God knows which woman had the luck of finding a man like him. Though that luck would end soon, when he becomes hers.

Lu Yi shut the door and crossed his arms against his chance. For some reasons, self-important women had been flocking to him lately.

What went wrong? Why do they take my rejection as something else?

Once again, Lu Yi made his way to Lu Sn, who was still practicing calligraphy with a Chinese brush in his hand. He was good at what he did, and Lu Yi had learned much from him. A large part of Lu Yi’s pretty handwriting had come from the guidance of his grandpa.

“I want you to marry Xiao Miao,” said Lu Sr. in an imperative tone. He stopped to write another word. “Xiao Miao suits you and our Lu Family.”

Lu Yi frowned. “Grandpa, what makes you think that Miao Xinyuan or Fang Zhu would be a good match for me?”

“I never said anything about Fang Zhu, but Xiao Miao is the perfect candidate for my granddaughter-in-law.”

“Sorry, Grandpa, but I don’t feel anything for her,” said Lu Yi.

His voice was thin, but his tone was serious and matured. He had no feelings for her, it was simple as that.

Lu Sr. set his brush aside. He had not expected such a harsh and non negotiable reply from his ever-obedient grandson.

“This is your reply after I gave you think to reconsider?”

He had given him time to consider the matter from different angles, yet Lu Yi had come with the same answer—I don’t like her.

Then what was Miao Xinyuan’s purpose here? To be embarrassed?