Ruan Qi hastily set down her bowl and waved her hands, "No, I'm not..."
"How old is the little one?" the old man interrupted her with a smile.
Ruan Qi: "...Nineteen."
"Only nineteen?!" Old Master Xi glared with tiger-like eyes, looking at his grandson as if he were looking at a beast, "You have the heart to lay a hand on a little girl who's just nineteen?!"
Xi Jiu's temple throbbed twice.
"Old Grandpa!" Ruan Qi said somewhat anxiously and with a bit of embarrassment, "I'm not..."
"What's the little girl's name?" Old Master Xi interrupted again, still smiling.
"...My name is Ruan Qi."
"Ruan Qi? Qi?" Old Master Xi's smile stiffened slightly.
He stared at the young girl's pretty face, and suddenly, as if recalling something, he stood up excitedly, "Lao Jiu! She's the one from your painting—"
"Grandfather!" Xi Jiu's voice was chillingly cold.
Old Master Xi got startled, promptly made a zipping gesture across his mouth, "Fine, I'll shut up, I'll be silent."