Do you look down on my granddaughter

Xu Mu took Chen Xuan along and headed to Jiang Huihui’s hometown.

Jiang Huihui’s home was nestled in a mountain village on the western outskirts of Yang City.

Even without having been there before, Xu Mu could guess—forget about secretive clans, even the four great families couldn’t compare to hers.

From what was known so far, Jiang Huihui’s grandfather had a close relationship with Wei Jingzhi, a senior janitor.

He was also on good terms with Chen Xuan’s master.

Just being friends with those two alone, could her grandfather really be an ordinary man?

After exiting the highway, the road became rough and uneven.

Aside from some core urban areas, generally speaking, the closer you got to the inland, the weaker the economy—a stark contrast to ancient times.

Three hours later, Xu Mu and the others finally arrived at the village where Jiang Huihui lived, a place called Lianshan.

Fields stretched out on both sides of the road, and a few villagers could be seen working the land.

Xu Mu drove into the village, navigating a series of turns and uphill climbs before parking in front of a farmstead.

This place didn’t look like a typical village house; it resembled more of a countryside inn.

Next to it was a storefront with a signboard boldly displaying the four characters “Jiang Family Fried Chicken.”

Xu Mu checked the address Jiang Huihui had sent him—it was definitely here.

“Old Chen, get out. This is the place,” Xu Mu said, patting the almost asleep Chen Xuan in the passenger seat.

Chen Xuan jolted awake, blinking rapidly.

He looked at the sign in front of him and yawned. “Mu, how did you know I like chicken?”

“There’s no rush to eat. Jiang Huihui’s family lives right here,” Xu Mu replied with a smile.

“What? So her family runs a restaurant? They must be making good money,” Chen Xuan said, full of surprise.

He got out of the car, opened the trunk, grabbed a urea woven bag, and followed Xu Mu inside.

Despite it being mealtime, this restaurant in the mountain village only had about ten tables, with just one occupied.

“Hello, what would you like to order?”

A gentle-looking woman wearing an apron approached them with a smile.

She was slender, with graceful posture—completely different from the other villagers around.

Xu Mu discreetly activated his Divine Eye to take a look.

Name: Zhou Shui

Role: Owner of Jiang Family Fried Chicken

Favorability: 1

Destiny Level: 4 (max 10)

Xu Mu was a little surprised; he hadn’t expected the owner of Jiang Family Fried Chicken to be an outsider by surname.

“Auntie, we’re friends of Huihui’s. We came to see her today,” Xu Mu said with a friendly smile.

“Huihui’s not home. You should look for her somewhere else,” she replied.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a black tank top emerged, holding a wok spatula.

His muscular arms were well-defined, and his square-shaped face showed signs of impatience.

Xu Mu once again used his Divine Eye to check him out.

Name: Jiang Xingjun

Role: Farmer

Favorability: 0

Destiny Level: 5 (max 10)

“I don’t care if Jiang Huihui’s home or not. This is her house, right?” Chen Xuan stepped forward a few paces.

“That’s right. Jiang Huihui is my daughter,” Jiang Xingjun said calmly.

“Good. Then I’m here to call off the engagement!”

Chen Xuan opened the woven bag and took out several marriage certificates from the bundle inside.

He flipped through them one by one, then said, “Found it—Jiang Huihui, and the signature below is Jiang Sheng’s.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xingjun’s expression immediately grew serious. He quickly stepped up to Chen Xuan and took the marriage certificate from his hands.

He opened it and glanced over it, confirming that the signature in brush calligraphy was indeed his father’s handwriting.

“All right, Mu, this marriage is officially called off. Let’s get out of here.”

Chen Xuan slung the woven bag back over his shoulder and smiled at Xu Mu.

“Don’t rush!”

Xu Mu raised a hand to stop Chen Xuan and smiled at Jiang Xingjun. “Uncle, if possible, please take us to meet the elder.”

He wanted to be absolutely certain. In the Jiang family, only Jiang Huihui’s grandfather carried authority and could speak with finality.

If the marriage certificate was simply left here, something might go wrong.

He needed to see Jiang Sheng in person and have Chen Xuan annul the marriage right before his eyes.

“My dad isn’t home either. Don’t know where he went,” Jiang Xingjun said, glancing at Xu Mu. “You two should just go back.”

“Uncle, to be honest, it was Elder Jiang who invited me here. My name’s Xu Mu,” Xu Mu said with a smile. “If you don’t believe me, you can ask him yourself. Just say it was that kid who came to see Wei Jingzhi for his birthday—the one who does paintings.”

Jiang Xingjun frowned deeply at this and glanced at Zhou Shui standing nearby.

Zhou Shui understood immediately. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and walked toward the back kitchen.

Before long, she hurried back and whispered a few words into Jiang Xingjun’s ear.

After hearing this, Jiang Xingjun called out toward the back kitchen, “Old Wang, watch the store.”

Then he looked at Xu Mu and Chen Xuan. “You two, come with me.”

Xu Mu patted Chen Xuan’s shoulder and said with a smile, “We’re going along because the marriage certificate was signed by the elder. It’s only proper to inform him.”

Chen Xuan nodded silently and gave Xu Mu a thumbs-up.

Come to think of it, he had met Jiang Sheng before. The old man had even taught him a few tricks.

Since they were here, it would be rude not to pay their respects.

Xu Mu and Chen Xuan followed Jiang Xingjun and Zhou Shui deeper into the farmhouse courtyard.

They were already on the mountain.

All around, free-range chickens pecked in groups.

Xu Mu was already craving a taste of this kind of native chicken. He’d heard that nowadays, many chickens are raised entirely in cages, barely able to move before being slaughtered.

In the distance on a hillside, several buildings came into view.

Using his perception to scan the surroundings, Xu Mu suddenly spotted an elderly man in front of one of the buildings.

The man wore a white tank top and baggy shorts.

His hair was short and white. Though his body was frail and his arms sagged with age, his eyes were sharp and bright.

Finally, the group arrived before the old man.

Xu Mu immediately used his “Divine Eye” to inspect him. As expected, this old man was a significant figure.

Name: Jiang Sheng

Occupation: Farmer

Affinity: 5

Destiny Level: 6 (Max level is 10)

Xu Mu was somewhat surprised to see the news, but it was also within expectations.

The ancestors of the Long family all came from farming backgrounds; they were simple peasants, which was perfectly normal.

“Senior Jiang.”

Chen Xuan respectfully cupped his hands upon seeing the elderly man.

“Xiao Chen, are you here to fulfill your engagement with my granddaughter?”

Jiang Sheng put down his pen and smiled as he walked over.

“No, I’m here to break off the engagement.”

As Chen Xuan spoke, he pointed to Jiang Xingjun standing beside him. “I’ve already handed over the marriage certificate to my uncle. I don’t want to marry Jiang Huihui.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Sheng’s bright eyes slowly narrowed. “Chen Xuan! What do you mean by that? Do you look down on my granddaughter? Is my Jiang family’s granddaughter not good enough for you?”

The moment his words fell, the air around them seemed to thicken, making everyone present feel their breath hitch.