In the study, after the confrontation, there was an eerie silence.
Mu Yan looked stubbornly at Mr. Zhuang, with anger and unwillingness in her eyes, but mostly disappointnt.
So say that ho is a haven of happiness, but for her, it wasn’t; it was endurance, humiliation, the source of hatred.
Perhaps, she was too young and thus yearned for things that no longer existed along with warmth.
Or maybe she was never ant to be a part of the Zhuang Family.
Mr. Zhuang looked at her stubborn face; this granddaughter had been smart since she was young, understanding things with a hint.
But understanding certain things too well isn’t good because reality is often cruel.
Mr. Zhuang was silent for a while before saying, "The hardest thing to guard against in this world is vile people."
"Because vile people are insidious, does that an I have to endure and live in frustration?" Mu Yan snorted lightly, "Grandpa, you didn’t teach like this before."
Mr. Zhuang fixed his gaze on her for a few seconds, then suddenly sighed, "You’ve grown up."
Mu Yan knew her attitude just now wasn’t good, lowered her eyelids, and didn’t speak.
"Don’t bla us," Mr. Zhuang said again.
Mu Yan pursed her lips, "I understand."
These two words contained so many emotions, so much that Mu Yan didn’t want to express them.
So things lose aning when spelled out.
She was not unique, unable to make everyone disregard everything to consider only her joys and sorrows.
She couldn’t wholeheartedly commit herself to them.
But people are such creatures, they anticipate things they cannot have and feel sad because of not having them.
The atmosphere was sowhat oppressive, making Mu Yan’s heart sour, feeling almost unable to breathe.
"If there’s nothing else, grandpa, I’ll go out first."
Mr. Zhuang said nothing, Mu Yan paused for a few seconds, then turned and walked out.
"Whenever it is, this will always be your ho," Mr. Zhuang’s voice ca from behind.
Mu Yan opened her mouth, but her throat felt blocked as if unable to make a sound.
Tears shone in her eyes, but she didn’t stop, and walked out.
The door was closed, but Mr. Zhuang’s gaze remained fixed on the doorway.
After a long ti, his gaze shifted to the calligraphy on the table, then picked it up and tore it with a rustling sound, the paper split into two, followed by the sound of breaking, the pieces tossed into the wastebasket.
Then, he took another piece of paper, picked up the brush, and in one go, the word "endure" appeared on the paper.
But he was still unsatisfied with the word, grabbed the paper into a ball, and threw it into the wastebasket.
Jiang Jingheng had just finished a phone call when he saw Mu Yan push the door and co in.
Seeing her mood was low, he quickly stepped forward and asked, "What’s wrong?"
Mu Yan directly rushed forward and buried herself in his arms.
"I want to go ho."
Jiang Jingheng’s expression tensed, soon, he lowered his eyelids, "I’ll have soone book a ticket back to the Upper City right away."
Mu Yan sniffled, "Let’s leave tomorrow."
Jiang Jingheng’s eyes dimd, even at this mont, thinking about other people’s feelings?
"Alright, whatever you say."
In the afternoon, Mu Yan didn’t go out, just nestled in the room with Jiang Jingheng watching TV.
It wasn’t the weekend, Jiang Jingheng was quite busy, phone calls coming in constantly.
In the evening, Zhuang Zeyang returned from work, heard about Zhuang Chujiao’s broken leg, and learned that Guan Chao’s grievances with Mu Yan were resolved.
His face fell, unhappily said, "Resolving this matter so easily, aren’t you afraid Nuannuan feels cold?"
Ruan Xinyu looked at her husband’s angry face, sighed, "Both sides are flesh, Jiaojiao may be bad, but she’s still mom and dad’s granddaughter, moreover, Nuannuan didn’t get into trouble, right? By comparison, of course, they pity Jiaojiao more."
"If Nuannuan really got into trouble, they’d regret it too late!" Zhuang Zeyang said coldly, "Back then when Ah Ning left the Zhuang Family, wasn’t it because he saw through them?"
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