Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women

Chapter 472  Sweet Grandma

Luis said hello, and the grandma also smiled and greeted him back, then yelled at her daughter on the bed, "What are you crying about, who owes you anything all day long, haven't you been taken care of properly?"

"Mom, I, I didn't mean that."

Fanga was startled and hurriedly wiped her tears away.

The grandma snorted and said, "Deewa, you stay here with your man, I'll go get the dishes."

"Okay, Grandma!"

Deewa smiled very sweetly, but the moment she turned back to look at her mother, her expression turned unpleasant again.

Luis watched from the side, utterly confused. Deewa seemed to have a very poor relationship with her mother, but was especially close with her maternal grandmother.

This old lady clearly doted on her granddaughter, but also seemed to despise her own daughter. The family dynamics were so complicated that even with just three people, it made Luis's head spin.

Fanga slowly moved her body closer to the kang table. Deewa, setting out the bowls and chopsticks, shot her a glare and said, "Stop putting on that pitiful act, like someone is mistreating you. Wearing that expression all day, which man are you hoping will pity you?"

"That's not what I meant!"

Fanga gave an awkward smile.

This young woman's looks were quite charming. Since she could give birth to a beauty like Deewa, she couldn't have been bad-looking in her youth either. Even now, though ill, she still retained her graceful charm.

"Luis, it's your first time here. We only have some simple home-cooked dishes, so please don't mind."

The grandma was very talkative as soon as she sat down at the table, and even told Luis, "My Deewa here keeps saying she'll never need a man or get married in this lifetime. This is actually the first time she's ever brought a friend home."

Deewa said in a playful tone, "Grandma, you can have a man without getting married."

"You're not in a hurry, but I am."

The old lady rolled her eyes at her and said, "I'm still waiting to hold my great-grandson."

Wild leeks stir-fried with local eggs, cured meat stir-fried with chili peppers, the main dish was a pot of braised chicken with mushrooms simmering on an alcohol stove, and a plate of wild vegetables stir-fried with small river shrimp.

Along with a few side dishes of pickled vegetables—for mountain folks, this was a proper meal perfect for drinks and rice.

Deewa opened a bottle of sorghum liquor, poured three cups, giving one each to her grandma and Luis, and said with a laugh, "Be careful, my grandma is famous for her drinking capacity. She can finish nearly a pound in a day, and if she's in a good mood, finishing a pound in one sitting is normal for her."

Fanga ate her rice in silence, as if she were an outsider. Deewa and her grandma didn't seem to pay her much mind.

Luis couldn't bear to watch anymore and was about to speak up, but Fanga quickly said, "You all drink, you all drink. I'm sick and can't have alcohol, so I won't keep you company, Luis."

"Alright, Auntie, then have some food!"

Luis picked up a piece of cured meat for her.

The grandma raised her old-fashioned cup and said, "Luis, let's clink glasses."

"Okay, Grandma!"

Luis politely clinked glasses with her. He had just taken a small sip when the old lady downed her entire cup in one go—and that cup held over an ounce.

No choice, Luis braced himself and drank his down too.

Deewa laughed gleefully beside them, saying, "My grandma is a liquor goddess. You'd better be mentally prepared."

"This liquor is so strong!"

Luis was overwhelmed by the burn and couldn't stop coughing.

"This is local liquor from the old state-owned distillery in town. It's made from mixed grains with no additives at all. Pure grain liquor—if you savor it carefully, you'll taste that unique fragrance."

The grandma recounted the details as if listing treasures, then poured another round.

After they had been eating for a while, the evening news began.

Deewa's eyes narrowed, and she said, "Grandma, you'll see it soon. That bastard Anglo has been arrested."

"Wonderful, wonderful! Let's drink to this happy occasion while we watch. So satisfying!"

The grandma's spirits rose even higher, but as one of the victims, Fanga's expression grew even more awkward.

She already gave off a rather tragic, long-suffering air—the type who seemed to have a hard life with little good fortune. Now, she looked even more pitiable, making one want to comfort and protect her.

Before long, the pretty news anchor announced, "Following investigative planning, our city's police department recently dismantled a criminal gang that used a self-media company as a front but was actually providing services for prostitution and solicitation."

"The main perpetrator, Anglo, and over thirty accomplices have been apprehended. Now, here is the report."

Some arrest footage and interrogation clips were shown, clearly blurred out in places.

But Deewa recognized him immediately. Pointing at one figure, she said, "Grandma, look, that's Anglo. I was there that night and saw him get arrested."

"That damned bastard, why is his face still covered?"

The old lady clenched her teeth in anger and downed another full cup of liquor.

"There's no helping it, that's just how the procedure goes."

Luis quickly explained.

Soon after, Gasle, the person in charge of this operation, appeared on screen. He began introducing the case to the public, highlighting one key point.

"Based on the investigation, Anglo's case also involves minors. He has confessed to having relations with underage individuals. The case is currently under further investigation."

Deewa immediately raised her cup, her enthusiasm soaring, and said, "Come on, let's drink to that."

The old lady promptly raised her cup, chuckling as she said, "My Deewa told me all this was thanks to you, Luis. Well, I don't have much to offer, but let this old lady toast you."

Saying this, she stood up very solemnly, and what's more, she held the cup with both hands—a gesture of respect that seemed entirely unlike that of an ignorant country old lady.

"You're too kind. Deewa's matters are my matters."

Luis quickly stood up to return the courtesy.

After they drank that cup, the old lady asked eagerly, "That grandson has done every heartless thing imaginable. It'd be a shame if he isn't executed. If he goes to prison, how many years will he have to serve?"

"At least ten years to start!"

As they drank and chatted, Fanga seemed to fade into the background. She ate a few mouthfuls of rice, then moved to sit on the edge of the kang, watching the TV as if afraid of angering the grandmother and granddaughter.

"Is Luis staying here tonight?"

The old lady asked.