Chapter 22: Arranging the Old Lady’s Funeral!

Lin Qingqing continued mercilessly, “And look carefully—this says it’s a romantic relationship, which means Mu Yiyi is no longer single. She has no feelings for you.”

Qin Yansen pursed his thin lips and remained silent for a long time.

Lin Qingqing didn’t say much more. If she lectured too long, her grandson might rebel. She decided to leave it at that and let him, a grown man, figure things out himself.

Besides, matters of the heart can’t be rushed—they need to unfold gradually.

Yang Jiaoyun watched Lin Qingqing whispering something to Qin Yansen and quickly interrupted, “You two keep your distance. Qin Yansen, you’re not allowed to give your grandmother any ideas!”

Lin Qingqing turned around and tilted her chin toward the direction behind her. She said to Qin Yansen, “Go sit at the table behind me.”

Qin Yansen was about to say something, but seeing the firmness in the old lady’s eyes, he didn’t dare disobey. He could only get up and sit at the table behind her.

Before leaving, Qin Yansen cast Mu Yiyi a deep, meaningful glance.

The game soon began. Yang Jiaoyun was brimming with excitement, ready to crush the old lady and avenge her best friend’s brother!

But halfway through the match, Yang Jiaoyun’s brows furrowed, cold sweat trickled down her temple, and she suddenly felt the urge to surrender.

She couldn’t win. She simply couldn’t. She died less than two minutes after leaving her spawn point—how was she supposed to play like this?

Mu Yiyi was a little better. She lasted three more minutes before dying.

This time, it was truly Grandma Lin playing. Mu Yiyi knew her account wasn’t linked to any cheats. Grandma Lin had also logged into the game right in front of them, without doing anything shady. Qin Yansen hadn’t coached her either.

Mu Yiyi and Yang Jiaoyun were completely dumbfounded.

“No way! How is this possible?!” Yang Jiaoyun angrily threw down her phone and walked over to Grandma Lin to watch her play in person.

Then, with her own eyes, she witnessed Grandma Lin’s flawless, fluid, god-tier gameplay. She was utterly stunned.

So this was the strength of a max-leveled grandma!

If Grandma Lin weren’t someone Mu Yiyi hated, Yang Jiaoyun might’ve even applauded her. She was just that impressive!

Wait a minute! The Qin family was responsible for the deaths of the parents of the man her best friend liked!

She couldn’t be swayed just because Grandma Lin was good at games! That didn’t mean the Qin family were good people!

Yang Jiaoyun forcibly withdrew her gaze of admiration and returned to her seat in a huff.

Lin Qingqing turned her phone to show the victory screen to Mu Yiyi and Yang Jiaoyun. “Is this good enough? Are you ready? I’m going to start recording the video now.”

The original female lead of the book? So what? She was a gaming expert—not on the same level as these low-tier cannon fodder characters.

Mu Yiyi spoke gently, “Grandma, we know we were wrong. But there’s no need to record a video, right? Forgive and forget, can’t you just let this go?”

Her tone was soft, but inside she was fuming.

Qin Yansen was Grandma Lin’s grandson—there’s no way he didn’t know how good she was at gaming.

She still remembered asking Qin Yansen in the café whether he recognized the old lady. He lied and said he didn’t, then later admitted she was his grandma.

She didn’t believe for a second that Qin Yansen was clueless. He definitely set things up so his grandma could crush her brother. What were his intentions?!

The Qin family was despicable!

Lin Qingqing looked at Mu Yiyi and said calmly, “No. None of you showed respect to me, an elder. Why should I go easy on you rude brats? Based on what your friend said to me in the lobby just now—with no proof whatsoever—if I didn’t make a fuss and extort two cars out of you, I’m already being merciful.”

Seeing that Grandma Lin wouldn’t let them off, Mu Yiyi looked to Qin Yansen for help. “Yansen…”

She was wearing a white dress and spoke in a delicate, pitiful voice, her appearance soft and fragile—any man seeing her like this would feel protective.

Qin Yansen turned his head, his deep eyes resting on Mu Yiyi for a few seconds. Then he looked away again, saying nothing in her defense.

Mu Yiyi had someone else in her heart, but she had never told him. All he knew was that Lu Zeyan treated her differently, but he didn’t know Mu Yiyi had already fallen for him too.

She’d told Qin Yansen she was single, but their in-game relationship showed that she and Lu Zeyan were clearly emotionally connected. So what did that make him?

What did Mu Yiyi take him for?

A backup? Just someone to string along?

Qin Yansen felt bitter. That’s why he didn’t want to speak up for her. Maybe his grandma was right—life is short. Don’t waste time on someone who’s not worth it.

Mu Yiyi had never truly cared for him. A woman like that wasn’t worth his heart.

Mu Yiyi: “?”

What’s wrong with Qin Yansen? Why does he always mess things up at critical moments?

Left with no other option, Mu Yiyi and Yang Jiaoyun had to swallow their pride and record an apology video for Lin Qingqing.

Lin Qingqing happily put away her phone and smiled at them. “That’s a good child. Next time you see me, make sure to walk the other way.”

After Qin Yansen helped Lin Qingqing away, Mu Yiyi angrily scolded Yang Jiaoyun, “This is all your fault. You insisted on playing with her. Now she has leverage over us. If she posts that video, we’ll be utterly humiliated!”

“Yiyi, don’t be mad. I didn’t expect that old lady to be that good. How did she even—wait, I…”

Seeing Mu Yiyi’s face grow darker, Yang Jiaoyun immediately changed her tone and expression, going from awe-struck to fierce, standing firmly on the same side: “She wasn’t that great! Just lucky! And that Qin Yansen—too much! He didn’t even say a word for you! You shouldn’t talk to him anymore! Don’t give him any more chances!”

Mu Yiyi thought for a moment and nodded. “Yeah, I’m going to ignore him for a few days. Maybe I’ve been too nice to him lately, so he’s starting to take me for granted.”

“You should just cut him off completely. The Qin family is rotten. I don’t want to see you getting burned like this again.”

Mu Yiyi clenched her fists, eyes firm. “No. For Zeyan’s sake, I have to endure. I want Qin Yansen to betray his brother for me.”

…

Meanwhile.

At the cemetery.

After paying respects to the late patriarch of the Qin family, everyone began to leave. Just then, a middle-aged man suddenly said, “Didn’t Grandma Lin get hospitalized recently because of her poor health? I remember the doctor saying she didn’t have many days left. Since everyone’s here, maybe it’s time we prepare for her funeral arrangements.”

A five-year-old child nearby blurted out, completely innocent, “Does that mean we get to have a feast again?”