"Mom—"
Seeing Song Qingyi, Shen Lang naturally called out "Mom." Shen Lang felt that this "Mom" was as it should be, without any awkwardness.
He liked seeing Song Qingyi, because seeing Song Qingyi gave Shen Lang a sense of closeness and belonging.
However, regarding Song Qingyi's words, Shen Lang just smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Mom, don't joke. In this world, there are countless things I like. If liking something means getting it, then even if the whole world were given to me, I wouldn't be satisfied."
"I just find this manor very beautiful and luxurious, pleasing to the eye. I'm simply appreciating it, without any other intentions."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Song Qingyi smiled and said, "What I said just now was true. If you like it, it's yours."
Song Qingyi's eyes were full of tenderness as she said to Shen Lang, "This villa and manor was built by my father, your maternal grandfather. Back then, the construction department didn't have such strict regulations, so his goal was to build the number one luxury residence in Long Guo."
"In fact, he succeeded. There is only one villa and manor of this size in the entire Long Guo."
"When I was a child, I ran around the manor every day after school. But no matter how hard I ran, I couldn't reach the end, and I would even get lost. Every time, Song Shadao had to bring me home."
"This is a place that holds my childhood memories. However, after my father died, this villa was occupied by my uncle, and then my brother and I were driven out for many years. It wasn't until Song Shadao rose to prominence and became a top-tier powerhouse in Long Guo that he took this manor back from my uncle."
"In recent years, Song Shadao has rarely returned here, and I've been managing over a dozen funds in Long Du and searching for my son, so the manor has fallen into disrepair and lost its former glory."
"If you are willing, I will give it to you. This can be considered a form of inheritance."
Hearing Song Qingyi's words, Shen Lang quickly stopped her, saying, "Mom, you shouldn't. This is a place where you and your parents lived. How can you give it away so casually?"
"You are not just anyone; you are my son. It's only natural for a mother to give something to you."
Song Qingyi's attitude was firm.
Hearing Song Qingyi's words, Shen Lang wanted to remind Song Qingyi that he was only her godson, but the words couldn't come out. Shen Lang really didn't want to disappoint or cause Song Qingyi more pain.
So Shen Lang smiled and said, "Mom, I have a place to live now. When I don't have a place to live, you can give it to me then, okay?"
"You're quite slippery, you brat."
Song Qingyi looked at Shen Lang and smiled, saying, "I know you live in Emperor Villa Garden, and you live with a pair of beautiful sisters. Later, Miss Wang Yuyan of the Wang family and Ye Shishi also moved in."
"You kid, so young, yet so fortunate with women. You're much better than your uncle, Song Shadao."
"Ah, what about my uncle?"
Hearing Song Qingyi mention Song Shadao, Shen Lang became curious and asked.
"What do you think your uncle, Song Shadao, is like?"
Faced with Shen Lang's curiosity, Song Qingyi didn't answer immediately but asked back.
"Uncle?"
Shen Lang thought for a moment and said, "Calm, wise, and a deeply cunning old fox."
"That's now. When he was young, he was impulsive, hot-tempered, reckless, and moody."
Song Qingyi sighed and said, "Even though your uncle looks fierce like a beast now, he was handsome and charming when he was young. Countless women were infatuated with him."
"Back then, there was a saying: Shen Tianjun could tear the sky apart with a single strike, while Song Shadao's smile could make all the women in the world swoon."
"At that time, there was a young girl from the southern collateral family, only in her teens, who was extremely infatuated with Song Shadao. She traveled a thousand miles to Nanling and threw herself at Song Shadao in every way possible. As a result, she got into his bed, but he picked her up and threw her out of the room."
"Unmoved by temptation?"
"A paragon of virtue?"
Hearing Song Qingyi's words, Shen Lang was surprised and said.
"Nonsense, he's not that kind of person. He was heartbroken because he couldn't get what he wanted, so he gave up on love in the world."
Song Qingyi laughed, "He was infatuated with Shi Feixuan, the saintess of Ci Hang Jing Zhai, but she completely ignored him, which caused him to become disheartened."
"The saintess of Ci Hang Jing Zhai, you like her too? As expected of my uncle, your taste is indeed quite unique."
Shen Lang was stunned at first, then said playfully.
Ci Hang Jing Zhai was similar to Emei; it was a sect where women cultivated. The only difference was that Ci Hang Jing Zhai practiced with hair, unlike Emei, where they had to shave their heads.
In Shen Lang's opinion, the women of Ci Hang Jing Zhai were already devoid of worldly desires, almost inhuman. It was strange that Song Shadao could still like someone from there.
Facing Shen Lang's teasing, Song Qingyi laughed even more heartily.
"You mother and son are making fun of my past, and you're laughing so happily. Is that really appropriate?"
When they were laughing the hardest, Song Shadao appeared and sighed at them, saying.
"Shen Lang, you're quite something. You were severely injured, yet you've recovered so quickly and are full of vigor. You have the spirit of your uncle when he was young."
Seeing Shen Lang, Song Shadao slapped him heavily on the shoulder and said.
"Today, I was completely saved by my uncle. Otherwise, I don't know how things would have turned out."
Shen Lang looked at Song Shadao gratefully and said, "Thank you."
"Haha, no need to thank me. Just for calling me uncle, you don't need to say thank you."
As Song Shadao said this, he looked at the smile on Song Qingyi's face and remembered that he hadn't seen his sister smile like this in many years.
"Uncle, you don't need to thank me, but can you tell me in detail about Shi Feixuan, the saintess of Ci Hang Jing Zhai?"
Shen Lang's gossip-loving nature was piqued, and he asked Song Shadao.
"Shi Feixuan?"
Hearing this name, Song Shadao's eyes became distant, and he sighed, "She was a perfect, unimaginably perfect woman. If I had to find a flaw, it would be that she didn't like me."
"To meet and know such a woman in this life is enough; nothing else matters."
"Once you've seen her unparalleled elegance, there's no possibility of liking anyone else."
Song Shadao complained, "To use the trendy internet slang, don't meet someone too stunning when you're young, or you'll be easily ruined for life."
Saying this, Song Shadao patted Shen Lang's chest and said, "I still envy you, kid. You have such great fortune with women. The woman you like also happens to like you. Who in this world is luckier than you?"
"That seems to be the case..."
Hearing this, Shen Lang suddenly had an epiphany. He realized that apart from Chu Ge, he truly had no other regrets in his life; he was basically content.