In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife!
Chapter 1347: Past Resentments

Chapter 1347: Chapter 1347: Past Resentments

In Ning’s Family separate estate,

Compared to the tension in Luoyan Village, the atmosphere within Ning’s estate was utterly peaceful, illuminated brightly.

Music and dances filled the air, accompanied by the sound of strings and bamboo instruments.

Guests filled the high seats, engaging in laughter and conversation.

As the wine passed around for the third time, Ning Zhuoyue knelt at the desk, lifting his cup in a toast towards Venerable Priest Liao Chen, who was sitting diagonally opposite him.

"Venerable Priest, Zhuoyue toasts you. Please drink this cup full, as a small token of my respect. I hope you won’t refuse. Please!"

Venerable Priest Liao Chen took the wine and turned to toast Ning Changyuan, who was sitting directly above him.

"Good! Very good! Brother Ning, I truly didn’t expect this! It’s been many years since we last met, and now to see that you have such an elegant son. Indeed, a tiger father does not beget a dog son! Remarkable, truly remarkable!"

Liao Chen shook his head repeatedly, sighed, and then tilted his head back to drain the cup.

Sitting in the main seat, Ning Changyuan’s smile stiffened slightly. His piercing gaze shifted, meeting with Ning Zhuoyue’s across the space.

Ning Changyuan’s gaze was full of caution, while Ning Zhuoyue’s was somewhat puzzled, unsure whether he had said or done something wrong.

After Venerable Priest Liao Chen had drained his cup, he tilted the bottom towards the two for them to see, seemingly unaware of the exchange of glances between father and son; he burst into loud laughter: "Good! Truly good wine, good wine indeed! This wine is rich, fragrant, and fiery, a match for the jar we brothers once heartily drank!"

Venerable Priest Liao Chen was exceptionally moved.

At that moment, he had completely shed his usual melancholic air; even his typically lifeless, fish-like eyes were rare drooped, adding a bit more human touch.

A single sentence made Ning Changyuan in the main seat darken his expression drastically.

With a cold snort, "I warmly hosted the Venerable Priest with drinks, yet do I hear from the Venerable Priest’s words that he has come to settle accounts with me?"

Venerable Priest Liao Chen did not get angry; instead, he burst into even more laughter.

"How dare I, the Venerable Priest, turn against the Ning’s Family Master? As a monk, I should view everything as empty, and since the family head himself has forgotten the vows we made when we swore brotherhood. Then, consider these words of mine unsaid!"

His words made Ning Changyuan’s expression even uglier.

"The family head, it’s not possible..."

The one who spoke was sitting on the other side of the main seat, a breathtakingly beautiful woman.

Her enchanting eyes flitted about, her "Unmatched in the World" beauty and charm made it difficult to shift one’s eyes away from her, almost involuntarily clinging to her presence.

Seeing that there seemed to be a standoff between the two, she, who had been quietly sitting on the side, gracefully turned her gaze and gently shook her head at Ning Changyuan.

Ning Changyuan, clearly wanting to rage, finally managed to suppress his anger and sat down again with the comforting presence of the beautiful lady.

"Today, I will listen to my wife. For now, I won’t bother with this crazy Taoist priest!"

Saying so, he flicked his sleeve forcefully.

Venerable Priest Liao Chen still laughed heartily, his eyebrows and eyes expressing a deep disdain, which considerably infuriated Ning Changyuan.

"Liao Chen!"

Mrs. Ning could no longer stand by, she turned her head to look at Venerable Priest Liao Chen and shook her head with an almost pleading posture.

"Elder Brother Liao Chen, I know you are joking with the family head. It’s also said that Elder Brother Liao Chen is deeply favored by His Majesty, enjoying even a hundred times, a thousand times better than in the past. Why dwell so on the past anymore?"

Venerable Priest Liao Chen was startled, suddenly looking up with a surprised gaze at the beautiful woman.

When he clearly saw the plea in the beautiful woman’s eyes, his eyes, which had rolled white like dead fish, turned downward, completely concealing his eyeballs.

Then he smiled again, stood up, and stretched with a yawn.

"So goes the saying, ’Drink today if there’s wine today, worry tomorrow when trouble comes!’ Yawn! I drank all night, and now that I’m full of food and drink, I feel sleepy. I’d better go back to my room to rest, and won’t join you for more drinks."

After finishing speaking, he staggered back to the house with the help of two junior Daoists.

As he was leaving, he turned back and deeply looked at the beautiful woman one last time.

The beautiful woman blinked her dewy eyes, unable to withdraw her gaze for a long time, then slowly lowered her head, her eyes now tinged with shades of heartache.

Then, she too stood up, "Liao Chen has suffered a lot these years. Ah... You continue drinking, I’m going to add a garment in the rear courtyard and will be right back."

Without waiting for the father and son present to speak, she hurriedly left.

And all this was witnessed fully by Ning Changyuan and Ning Zhuoyue standing beside her.

Which left Ning Zhuoyue quite baffled, and he turned to his father, "Father, what is mother doing..."

"Mind your own business!"

Ning Changyuan suddenly shouted in anger, his eyes wholly possessed by madness, flames blazing within them.

Realizing his tone was off, he snorted coldly, "Go! Go back to your room and stay there. Don’t meddle in things that aren’t your concern! Otherwise, don’t blame me for disregarding father-son relations!"

With those words, Ning Zhuoyue quickly shut his mouth, rose, bowed, and left with three glances back.

After Ning Zhuoyue’s figure had completely disappeared, Ning Changyuan no longer hid his anger and smashed everything around him in an unstoppable fury.

"That damn Taoist priest, he was already dead, so why did he crawl out of his grave? Damn him, damn him!"

He even flipped the table.

Destroying everything that could be destroyed in the room seemed to slightly quell the fire in his heart for a moment.

After a while, he barely managed to compose himself, "Someone clean this up. Also, don’t let me hear any idle gossip that shouldn’t reach my ears. Whoever doesn’t want to keep their tongue can try me."

With that, he flung his sleeves and left.

After his departure, Mrs. Ning, who had left earlier, naturally knew nothing of what had transpired.

At that moment, she was slowly approaching the residence where Venerable Priest Liao Chen was temporarily staying, hesitating immensely before daring to knock on the closed doors of the small courtyard.

Just as she was in dilemma, the courtyard door suddenly creaked open from inside.

Venerable Priest Liao Chen looked at Mrs. Ning with intense eyes, and perhaps there was something more in his gaze that gave those dead fish eyes a bit more vitality.

He stepped out of the courtyard, greeted with a bow, "Junior... sister."

The term "junior sister" added a different nuance to Mrs. Ning’s eyes.

She stepped forward and stopped in front of Liao Chen.

Looking at his face and figure, skeletal as if made of bones, she was filled with myriad emotions, "Sixth Senior Brother, I... I just came to see if you lack anything here, or need anything added. Just tell me whatever you need."

While speaking, Mrs. Ning nearly didn’t dare to look at the face before her and silently lowered her head.

Liao Chen remained silent.

After a long while, seeing disappointment spread across Mrs. Ning’s face, and as she seemed about to turn and leave, he subtly moved aside, inviting Mrs. Ning inside.

"Junior sister, let’s talk inside."