President, Please Be Careful
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Uncle Zhao stood behind the old master. When he heard Zhao Youlin's blunt words, he couldn't help but laugh as well.

Did the oldest lady ramble and say that the old master had no self-esteem? It seemed like he still held a grudge over the fact that he had been framed by the old master during the banquet!

But speaking of that, perhaps only the oldest woman would dare to say such a thing to the old master in the Zhao family.

The servants who finally regained their senses after their initial shock turned pale when they heard this, and it was not only because of Zhao Youlin's rudeness, but also because of her courage.

To the servants, no matter how much the old master liked Zhao Youlin, the first sentence he said had trampled the limits of the old master.

But Zhao Youlin did not even care to hold back. He took the one inch he had and turned it into a mile, insulting him even further. Now, no matter how high the old master looked at others, he would still be furious!

Everyone held their breaths and waited for the old master to get angry, but the old master did something that surprised them.

The hand that stretched out to Joy froze in the air, and after a while, she turned her head stiffly and looked at Uncle Zhao with an annoyed expression. In distress, he asked, "Am I ... that old?"

"Group ..." Uncle hurriedly stuffed his fists into his mouth and tried his best to make his facial muscles tense up. “You must be very energetic regardless of your age. You may be seventy years old, but you look like you are in your forties.”

The old master seemed to be driven by those words. He immediately became excited and pointed to Uncle Zhao as he looked at Zhao Youlin. He said arrogantly, “Lass, did you hear that? Listen to what Uncle Zhao said. I'm not old! Really!"

Zhao Youlin rolled her eyes at him with disdain. His tongue was coming back violently. “How can you believe anything he says? You're really screwed now because of your age.”

Chaotic-headed, chaotic-headed, chaotic-headed…

The old master felt his heart had been pierced, and he fell to the floor, unable to get up.

Old fox vs young fox, third round! The young fox won!

The servants in the house were dumbfounded. They cannot record what has happened.

Zhao Youlin gave a final look at the old master, who was crouching on the side with a gloomy expression, his integrity and prestige shattered. He rolled his eyes resignedly and could not be bothered to continue arguing with this person. He turned around and asked the maid closest to him, "Where is my room?"

The servant was a middle-aged woman. When she heard Zhao Youlin's question, she shuddered as if she had regained consciousness from her daydream. He quickly said, “There is on the second floor. I'm gonna take you there now."

"I'll help." Duan Yarong finished watching the old master humiliate himself. When he heard Zhao Youlin ask about her room, he quickly left and ordered a group of servants to help Zhao Youlin move her luggage.

Zhao Youlin held her son and prepared to go upstairs, but suddenly, she remembered something. He stopped moving and again stood in front of the old master.

When the old master saw Zhao Youlin return, he instantly became energetic, and he smiled so brightly that his frown appeared. “Lass, I know you won't throw me out without saying much. Come on, let me hug Joy.”

As he watched the old master extend his hand to Joy again, Zhao Youlin's lips twitched. They curled up, and he said, "You think too much."

“...Then, why are you back?”

Zhao Youlin did not reply. He took out two golden hairpins from his handbag and handed them to the old master. “I just want to return this stuff to you. Here, take them. The items have returned to their original owners.”

That day, he left angrily, accidentally carrying two golden hairpins with him. Although he did not know the true value of the two golden hairpins, he was not stupid. With just one glance, he could tell that these were luxury items. It would be better for him to return it at the first opportunity that came.

Misfortunes will come to the commoners who have valuables. This is something he knows.

Instead, he snorted and said, “I won't take it back. I've given you that hairpin, there's no reason for me to take it back.”

When Zhao Youlin heard this, her lips twitched, and she went berserk in her heart. 'What do you mean, you won't take it back?! You are seventy years old! Can you not be so childish! Be more mature! GROWNUP! What the fuck?!'

He took a deep breath, and Zhao Youlin said solemnly, “Grandfather, I can't take anything without producing it. These are precious things. It is better for you to take it back and give it to someone more suitable.”

As soon as Zhao Youlin finished speaking, she moved her hand, wanting to give the hairpin to Uncle Zhao.

The old master acted quickly and stopped him. With a hostile expression, he said, "What are you doing?"

"Return the hairpin!" Zhao Youlin looked at the old master like he was someone who had just refused to listen to reason. He felt extremely helpless before the unreasonable behavior of the old master.

The old master glared at him, and to be honest, it was a little scary. “What do you mean, back? These things are for Joy. They're not for you. Why did you return them?”

Zhao Youlin was stunned. Then, not knowing if she wanted to laugh or cry, she said, “For Joy? Joy is a boy, why does she need them?”

The old master snorted and said correctly, “This is your grandmother's dowry, and it is your grandmother's favorite. Now, it's a family heirloom, and it's for. future wife Joy, my daughter-in-law's candidate.”.

Zhao Youlin felt increasingly helpless. What exactly is he talking about? Joy was only four years old. All the talk about the girl's great-grandson was too early! In the end, he was still convoluted and wanted to give it to her. In addition to that…

Zhao Youlin looked at the golden hairpin in her hand. When he heard that this was left behind by the dead mistress of the Mu family, Zhao Youlin did not feel happy to have this treasure, like a normal person. Instead, he felt that these were troublesome items that would definitely carry his hatred. He should get rid of them as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, before she could do anything, Joy asked curiously from her shoulder, "Mom, what is a wife?"

Zhao Youlin almost choked on her saliva.

Meanwhile, as if he thought that the situation was not chaotic enough, the old master approached and said, "A wife is—"

"Grandfather!" Zhao Youlin glared at the old master ferociously and tried to use her gaze to kill this eccentric old man who had tried to destroy the innocence of a child.

The old master felt a little guilty because of Zhao Youlin's gaze.

Duan Yarong used some time to hold her laughter at the side before she came to mediate the situation. “Youlin, since the old master wants to give it to you, just take it. It's a good attitude. If you reject it, Grandpa will be sad.”

When Duan Yarong said those words, while Zhao Youlin was still feeling reluctant, she also thought that if she continued to linger in the same place as them, she would, this eccentric old man might have done something else even more lacking in integrity and endangering the pure and adorable Joy.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhao Youlin sighed softly and took back two golden hairpins. He said reluctantly, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Then, with Joy in her hand, she climbed upstairs.

"Hey, Youlin, wait for me."

With all of a smile, the old master watched as Duan Yarong and Zhao Youlin disappeared at the end of the stairs. He turned to his eldest son, who was standing at the side as if he was just a background object, and asked arrogantly, “So? I have good judgment, don't I? Are you satisfied with my grandson?”

Notes: Lass \= Girl.just because Zhao Youlin already has children, so I am confused to translate or want to use the pronouns to fit. unfortunately nothing fits, I still use the English.

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