Chapter 341 - The Overseas Rite of the Maoshan Sect (1/2)

The short-haired girl looked at the long-haired girl and said, “Chu Yan’er, put your hands over your massive chest and ask yourself, Was it me who got you in this situation?”

Lu Jiaxuan inherited a pair of beautiful eyes from her.

Lu Jiaxuan replied in a rather exasperated manner, “Hey, your dad said that you’re already 23, which is the perfect age to be with some guy. And your dad was the one who kept pestering me to introduce you to someone, all right?”

“So you know that guy then?” Chu Yan’er asked.

“No, I don’t. I just heard that he’s the son of one of the uncles in the clan. That uncle seems of decent background, being the boss of a listed company. I heard that he’s worth billions.” Lu Jiaxuan paused and continued, “Then again, I’ve never met the man, though from what I heard, his son looks handsome.”

“Just go and meet the guy. It’s not like you have anything to lose,” Lu Jiaxuan added.

“What’s the use of being handsome? In this current age, being handsome just makes the guy a plaything,” Chu Yan’er said dismissively. “The man I like could only be some massive figure who could shake the world. Take the guy who attacked the White House in the US, for instance. Now, that is what I call a man.”

Chu Yan’er’s bright eyes glittered at the mention of the man who caused a huge commotion all over the world at the moment.

“Yeah, I heard that the US is in shambles now. It’s said that they don’t even have a vice president to be in charge of things and that they need to get on with reelection,” Lu Jiaxuan added.

“What a shame that the camera was too far away during the broadcast. I wasn’t even able to see what he actually looked like. Hell, why wasn’t there even a photo of him to be found anywhere?”

Chu Yan’er then said, “I heard online that it’s a sign of someone being an accomplished cultivator. They could hide their faces so long as they wish not to reveal it. That way, someone wouldn’t even be able to make out what these people look like even if they were to stand in front of them.”

“The only thing we know about him now is that he’s from Huaxia, but there are some blurry pictures of him.” Chu Yan’er then added, “I heard that the US is splitting apart. Most Americans want him dead, but some have actually formed some sort of cult to worship him like crazy. He truly is something special.”

The Lu Clan’s ancestral hall in the village was as rowdy as it could have been.

Every single person from the Lu Clan who was deemed doing well was currently in the hall.

A handsome young man in casual clothes was seen in the crowd with an adorable little girl in his arm.

Despite keeping a very low profile, their strikingly good looks had nonetheless captured a lot of attention from the crowd.

“Brother, I want some of that candy.” Guoguo sat at the table and pointed at the candies, which are not all that far away.

“Sure, I’ll fetch you a piece.”

Lu Xuan got her a piece of candy while playing with her. He had little interest in the ancestral worship event of the Lu Clan itself.

However, his father stood in the very first row among those joining the ritual. He looked sprightly and dashing in a full three-piece suit as he talked away with the big shots among the clan.

Before long, two attractive-looking women appeared before him.

One had short hair, and the other one had long hair. Both of them looked rather pretty.

The short-haired woman was straightforward as she said, “So you’re that uncle’s son, Lu Xuan, right? I’m Lu Jiaxuan, and my father is Lu Weiguo.”

Lu Xuan felt a headache right there and then, knowing that it was yet another of those “political arrangements” that his mother made for him. It was something that he was utterly powerless to change. Despite how much of a big deal it was to others out there and how he shocked the world, he had rarely ever thought about dealing with what his mother put him through.

He immediately recognized the woman before him. Among the political figures who emerged out of the Lu Clan, Lu Weiguo was considered to be at the highest status; he was an official at the provincial level.