The living room was deathly silent. Everyone was bewildered; Harold Wu's face was frozen in disbelief, standing as if caught in a storm, utterly stunned.
"Why?"
"Am I having a nightmare?"
The one kneeling on the floor was his own son—Gavin Wu!
Even Linhaven's highest civil leaders had to treat Gavin Wu with utmost respect. Yet now Gavin was crawling and kowtowing, begging forgiveness from an unknown young man in a blue T-shirt.
"Son, what are you..."
Harold Wu's voice trembled; he nearly fainted.
The word "Paragon" from his son's lips gave Harold Wu a sense of foreboding. He was no master strategist, but years of experience had given him a certain wisdom—clearly, Andrew Han was also from the Martial Arts World.
So then—
Within the Martial Arts World, what kind of terrifying existence must someone be to be called a Peerless Paragon?
Drip. Drip.
Gavin Wu, at the Martial General Realm, dared not speak, nor even raise his head to offend the Peerless Paragon. Sweat continued to drip from his forehead, pattering against the composite floor with soft sounds.
So high and mighty as a Martial General, yet sweating like this!
With the entire room silent as a grave, the sound of sweat hitting the floor was only more pronounced.
"Gavin Wu."
Andrew Han stood there, his expression indifferent.
In any other setting, he would not have bothered to stand—he could have remained seated, unshaken and commanding.
But today was Monica Zhang's grandfather's longevity banquet. If he sat, wielding life and death with a word, it would be far too domineering, utterly overwhelming the family atmosphere.
As the ancients said: a powerful guest should not overshadow the host.
Besides, this was Principal Victor Yan's eightieth birthday. Andrew Han knew etiquette and was willing to observe it, gazing calmly at Gavin Wu: "Step back."
Hearing these words, Gavin Wu turned pale with shock.
His whole body trembled, sweat pouring down his back; even his soul seemed to quake.
'This is bad.'
'Andrew Han is truly angry.'
Gavin Wu, for all his Martial General Realm status, knew well Andrew Han’s towering reputation—Peerless Paragon battles, the Dawn War purge, the crushing of the East Sea. The fearsome prestige Andrew forged through slaughter was not something anyone dared underestimate.
Especially his instant-killing of Great-Class Specters!
Even those ranked in the top ten of the Titled Sequence might struggle to do such a thing.
"Paragon, Paragon—my aged father is nearly eighty, his eyes clouded, his mind no longer clear. He only knows how to ramble, unaware of how high the heavens are."
Gavin Wu kowtowed, his voice choked with tears.
In that moment—
Harold Wu, standing nearby, blanched again, visibly trembling twice. Experienced as he was, he instantly grasped the depth of his son Gavin's fear.
But still—
Was it really that serious?
Harold Wu couldn’t understand, and neither could anyone else present.
The two most conflicted people were Monica Zhang’s father, Roy Zhang, and her cousin Yvonne Yan... Roy’s eyes were already glazed over; he slumped against his chair, despairing. ‘Just who is this Andrew Han, anyway?’
Without comparison, there is no humiliation!
Before the banquet, he’d even planned to use his company to intimidate Andrew Han, hoping to shock him into treating his precious daughter more seriously... But now the truth was clear: even Linhaven’s richest man would kneel to Gavin Wu, who was here kneeling and kowtowing to Andrew Han.
To the side—
Yvonne Yan, heavily made-up, stared wide-eyed, her long, curled lashes nearly falling off. Her emotions were like a roller coaster, rising and plunging.
"What is going on?"
"My cousin’s boyfriend..." Yvonne Yan was no longer concerned with whether he was 'excellent'—that word alone was far too weak to describe Andrew Han.
Everyone’s thoughts were tangled; Gavin Wu kept begging for mercy.
"Please, Paragon, forgive me. Please, Paragon, forgive me!"
"My father’s temperament is usually good—today, I don’t know what madness possessed him..." Gavin Wu was doing everything he could to protect his aged father Harold Wu’s life.
Everyone knew that Andrew Han, as the Peerless Paragon who first launched the Dawn War, was decisive and ruthless—long past the days of being a naive, pure-hearted youth.
Besides—
Gavin Wu had received his son’s WeChat message and was rushing over, but Andrew Han’s cold voice transmitted to him, ordering him to wait outside. Gavin heard every word of his father Harold Wu’s reckless boasting, and was left utterly terrified.
There have always been more sons who set up their fathers than fathers who set up their sons.
'This really is a disaster.'
'So the legendary Monica Zhang, Andrew Han’s girlfriend, is actually in Linhaven? Roy Zhang is Monica’s father—and Andrew’s future father-in-law... Oh, my own father.' Gavin Wu sneaked a glance, feeling bitter inside.
Yes.
He’d heard his father say: 'You’re called Roy Zhang, right? No matter how much money you have... all that money is nothing but an ant before my son Gavin Wu.'
Heaven above, who’s the real ant here?
"Me!"
"It’s me, isn’t it—my own father!"
Gavin Wu’s inner drama was wild and vivid—but none of it concerned Andrew Han.
The room was utterly silent, all eyes on Andrew Han, whose expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Step back."
Gavin Wu was completely despairing; he didn’t dare hope for Andrew Han’s immediate forgiveness, only for the impact to be lessened, so the Peerless Paragon wouldn’t pursue him later. If Andrew’s anger flared, there might even be an autumn reckoning.
"Yes... yes."
"I obey Paragon Han’s order."
With Gavin Wu’s trembling voice, everyone felt even more shaken to the core.
Hiss!
The old leader, Harold Wu, suddenly drew in a cold breath, completely at a loss. His bewildered gaze turned to terror; his heart thudded wildly. Just what kind of young man was this Peerless Paragon?
Clack, clack.
Gavin Wu’s grandson, Wu Xuan, who had just compared himself to an ancient city lord, now stood in abject fear—he didn’t even know where he was or what he should do.
Gavin Wu, both son and father, hunched over, stood up, grabbed his stunned father Harold Wu, and glared at his terrified son Wu Xuan. Then, he bowed to everyone present, especially to Principal Victor Yan and Roy Zhang, his face plastered with smiles and overflowing with courtesy.
"It’s fine, it’s fine."
Principal Victor Yan, always kind-hearted, did not rebuke him.
"Thank you for your understanding." Gavin Wu thanked him profusely as he left the living room.
Harold Wu wanted to speak, but Gavin Wu used his strength to stop his father, lest he dig himself deeper. Practically dragging both his father and son out of the dragon’s den, Gavin was soaked in sweat, his face utterly pale.
Exactly!
It truly was a dragon’s den—mountains are not famous for their height, but for having a sage; a house is not terrifying for its size, but for having Andrew Han within.
......
Inside the living room.
After Gavin Wu and the others left, Andrew Han, cold and godlike, returned to his usual self, showing a modest smile—like a refined gentleman, courteous and never overbearing.
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Such a transformation left everyone bewildered once again.
If most of them hadn’t known Harold Wu personally, they might have thought this was all an act.
"So calm, so refined—no wonder my little cabbage was so eager to run off." Roy Zhang was finally satisfied with Andrew Han, no longer glaring, but now wholly friendly.
Thinking about it, it made sense.
Having a son-in-law like this—truly remarkable!
It was like gulping down three big swigs of ice-cold beer in the height of summer. Roy Zhang couldn’t quite put the feeling into words—he just knew it was incredibly satisfying. He squinted his eyes in delight.
Principal Victor Yan glanced at Roy Zhang and shook his head, chuckling.
"Ah."
"After all I’ve been through, I still underestimated little Dong." Principal Victor Yan picked up a slice of braised beef, chewed thoughtfully, and felt the gloom in his heart disperse.
At a nearby round table—
Yvonne Yan dared not let her thoughts wander. Sitting upright, she couldn’t help sneaking glances at Andrew Han, who seemed as calm as ever—as if nothing had happened.
"So strange."
"My cousin is just a college student—it doesn’t add up." Yvonne Yan swallowed nervously, deciding she’d ask Monica privately about Andrew Han’s true identity.
As for Monica—
Her cheeks were flushed, her bright eyes misty. The girl would never forget... back in her senior year, Andrew Han had appeared in her classroom like a god descending from the heavens, clad in dazzling armor, creating a peaceful atmosphere that let her focus on her college entrance exams.
Recalling those days and seeing him now, it felt almost like falling under a spell.
"Hey..." The girl turned her thoughts, quietly tugging Andrew Han’s sleeve. "Did you figure out a solution yet?"
"What solution?"
Andrew Han looked a bit puzzled.
The girl covered her reddened cheeks, pressing them shyly—how could she say it... with her dad still around, how could she stay at the hotel?
Just then—
Roy Zhang’s phone vibrated. He answered, face lighting up with excitement: "A deal worth over a hundred million? And from Jiangnan City? They’re interested in our company... Incredible, truly incredible! Looks like I, Roy Zhang, am famous in Jiangnan now."
He murmured a few words to Monica’s mother, and as the birthday banquet drew to a close, he said his goodbyes to Principal Victor Yan, reminded Andrew Han and Monica of a few things, then left with Monica’s mother, heading back to Suhe.
As for little cabbage—
Roy Zhang couldn’t be bothered anymore—after all, his little cabbage had grown legs. If she wanted to run, let her run.
......
A short while later—
The black Hongqi LA also drove away from the villa.
"Xiao Meng."
Andrew Han was a little puzzled. As he drove, he glanced at the girl’s flushed cheeks: "We’ve just finished giving your grandpa his gift, and now we’re leaving—isn’t that a bit rude?"
"It’s fine. They’re just talking academics—you wouldn’t understand anyway." Monica giggled, mischievous as a little fox sneaking a lollipop.
Andrew Han’s face darkened: "Who says I don’t understand?"
Everyone knew that at Jiangnan University, Andrew Han’s grades in every subject were at least ninety or above. If it came to academics, Andrew feared no one.
"Hmph."
Monica pursed her pink lips, her fair hands twisting nervously together.