My System Forces Me to Live off Women

Chapter 516 - 337: Having a Baby? (Part 2)

But there was another man sitting on the sofa with his back to the door. When he saw the three return, he neither stood up nor spoke, just ate grapes while watching them.

The man looked a little over thirty, with a buzz cut, slightly overweight, and somewhat haggard, as if he hadn’t slept well last night. This was Huang Tianxuan’s elder brother, Huang Xing’an.

"Hello, Uncle, Aunt, and Brother."

Li Peifeng was very polite, easily playing the role of a well-behaved child. Huang Jianzhong and Gina smiled to show their affection, and Huang Xing’an nodded slightly in response.

"Come, sit here and have some water."

"Just got off the train, right?"

"Yes, I thought Tianxuan was taking me out for a break. I didn’t know she’d bring me to meet you until we got off the train, so I was in a hurry and just bought some things casually on the way..."

At this moment, Brother Ye, the butler, came in with gift bags. Huang Jianzhong glanced at them and interrupted, "No need to bring anything in the future. Just come."

Gina smiled and comforted, "It’s the child’s thoughtfulness after all."

And thus, everyone inevitably launched into a typical family meeting conversation.

Li Peifeng was excellent both inside and out, emotionally intelligent, and his manners and speech were just right. He was well-read and knowledgeable in various subjects, able to chat a bit about anything. Therefore, he always left a good impression on elders, and this time was no exception with Huang Tianxuan’s parents.

Although the brothers Huang Haoye and Huang Xing’an were present, they spoke very little, focusing more on their phones, sometimes making calls, and other times replying to WeChat messages.

Li Peifeng could vaguely analyze their conversation and expressions.

Elder brother Huang Xing’an was busy dividing assets with another ex-wife; his expression was impatient yet conflicted, indicating he still had feelings for this ex-wife.

The younger brother, Huang Haoye, was busy flirting with a girl, his eyes constantly on his phone with a slightly sleazy smile on his face.

Half an hour later, the Huang family chef prepared lunch, and they moved the meeting from the foyer to the dining room.

According to Huang Jianzhong, today’s chef was a direct disciple of a Su cuisine master and had been a head chef in a state guesthouse, invited for special occasions to cook family feasts.

The food was truly top-notch; Li Peifeng ate with great joy.

There was braised lion’s head, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, Liangxi crispy eel, and mutton-stuffed fish belly...

Li enjoyed the feast; there was no alcohol because Huang Jianzhong didn’t drink, but the food was delicious, and the atmosphere was harmonious, making it a fine banquet indeed.

After the meal, it was one-thirty in the afternoon. The brothers, Huang Haoye and Huang Xing’an, left early due to work, while the two elders continued chatting with them in the study.

"Write a piece for me to see."

During the conversation earlier, Huang Jianzhong learned that Li Peifeng was skilled in calligraphy and wanted to test him.

The study had all the four treasures of the study, and from their wear, it was clear that the owner often used them.

"Okay, but I haven’t practiced for a long time. If it turns out ugly, I hope you’ll forgive me, Uncle."

"As long as you can write," Huang Jianzhong sighed. "Nowadays, not many young people know how to write with a brush; some don’t even know how to hold one properly."

Was he talking about his two sons?

Li Peifeng made no comment, just said, "Let me practice first." Then he ground the ink and wielded the brush, writing a few poems to warm up before formally writing.

["The wind arises at the end of the green duckweed, the waves form between the slight ripples."]

"Not bad."

Huang Jianzhong immediately gave his feedback; just two words, a very objective evaluation.

After all, Li Peifeng hardly practiced with a brush now, relying only on the basics taught by Li Qiyuan in childhood. To those who understood, his writing naturally wasn’t stunning.

But using this poem in this situation? Interesting...

Huang Jianzhong examined it carefully for a while, then looked at Li Peifeng and smiled slightly, unexpectedly changing his comment to, "Very good."

After speaking, he said, "Hand me the brush, and I’ll write something too."

"Please."

Huang Jianzhong picked up the brush, paused for thought, then began writing, leaving behind a line of poetry:

["There will be a time when the long wind breaks the waves, hoisting the sails to cross the vast seas."]

Just that? What’s with the intellectual act?

Li Peifeng thought it was just average, not even half as good as his father’s, but he wore a shocked expression: "Good, excellent! Uncle’s writing... the brush like a meteor, the pen like a whirlwind, strokes locked together, bold and hearty, truly a master’s style! Can I have it? I must collect it!"

Huang Jianzhong set down the brush, laughed, and said, "It’s for you, indeed. You’re not just a trivial ripple. Among your peers, you’re already a dragon and phoenix, but far from riding the waves. Work hard."

Both poems carried deep meanings.

Li Peifeng’s line, "The wind arises at the end of the green duckweed, the waves form between the slight ripples," undoubtedly used the ’wind’ and ’wave’ in the poem to speak about himself.

The wind arises from the ground, initially gently swirling over the tips of the green duckweed, eventually becoming a powerful and fierce wind. Waves originate from the sea, beginning as small ripples that eventually develop into towering waves.

Just as no one is born able to summon wind and rain, with persistent self-cultivation, there will eventually be a day of great strength.

Through this calligraphy, Li Peifeng subtly told Huang Jianzhong, "Although my current strength is not as great as the Huang family’s, I have ambition and confidence. I will surely create a new world in the future. Don’t underestimate me; it’s like the old saying, ’thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west bank, never underestimate the young who are poor!’"

And Huang Jianzhong’s line "There will be a time when the long wind breaks the waves, hoisting the sails to cross the vast seas" was purely the hope and encouragement from an elder to a younger generation.

"Thank you, Uncle!"