"Your son—" Liu Dong recalled the critical information revealed in Xian Jianming’s previous statents, "you said he drugged you into unconsciousness?"
"Yes. You all think this was all my own doing, that I fell sick by myself, then faked sleeping and unconsciousness to deceive you all. No, it wasn’t ; none of this was my doing. Actually, it was your so-called prodigal son, my son, who did this." Xiao Jianming said, exhaling deeply, his tone mixed with the sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy flavors of fatherly emotions. Yet, the joy and pride twinkling in his wise old eyes could not be erased.
This son of his was just so smart and decisive.
Naturally, the cruel, business-minded blood that flowed in Xiao Yebai’s veins ca from him and also from Ruan Ruzhen.
The room fell into even deeper silence; perhaps nobody had felt as stricken then as they did at the revelation that it was all Xiao Jianming’s doing.
After all, these were all older seniors who realized that being surpassed by the younger generation signified that this world, the future world, truly belonged to the youth and not to them anymore.
It was ti to let go of their power willingly, if they did not want it forcibly taken by the youth, to step down gracefully and retain so dignity for their old age, why not?
Ti rewound to that stormy, thunderous night.
Xiao Yebai took Zhao ngjin back to his private mountain estate.
After being soaked by the heavy rain, the two of them turned into a pair of drenched chickens.
Once on the mountain, Zhao ngjin felt an imdiate chill throughout her body, as if she was about to develop a fever.
The ntal shock, combined with the pouring rain, made it hard to say whether the girl might just fall sick and not recover.
Fearing her daughter might struggle alone, Gu’s mother ca over to help, tidying up the bedding in the house and filling a hot water bottle with hot water.
Gu Nuan grabbed so dry towels, rubbing the shivering Zhao ngjin’s hair, and wiping her body.
After Zhao ngjin changed her clothes, she curled up on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, shivering like a turtle.
Her eyes were wide open, as if searching for sothing in the room.
Gu Nuan told her, "Your uncle went to change clothes and will co to see you soon."
When Xiao Yebai brought Zhao ngjin back, she held onto Xiao Yebai’s hand the entire way and did not let go. Later, Xiao Yebai, worried she really might get sick if she didn’t change her clothes and with it being improper for a man to remain present, forcibly pried her fingers open.
"Uncle—" Zhao ngjin seed to regain so sense, slightly lifting her buried head, speaking as if to herself, "I still have so things I haven’t told Uncle."
"I can’t hear what you’re saying. Can you write it down for to see?" Gu Nuan said.
Zhao ngjin blinked her eyes, as if just then coming fully to her senses, and quickly said to Gu Nuan, "I’m sorry." Then, realizing Gu Nuan might not even have heard that, she saw paper and a pen conveniently placed on a nearby table, picked them up, and began writing on the paper for Gu Nuan.
In doing so, her fingers moved again and again, focused on writing and wording, naturally shifting her attention.
Gu Nuan’s lips slightly curved upward, watching her earnestly hold the pen and write on the paper, careful not to write any crooked or wrong words.
It was apparent, this niece-in-law of her husband had that bit of naivety, quite akin to Big White’s style. Therefore, their close uncle-niece relation was not at all strange. It was simply fate.
Gu’s mother carried a bowl, freshly brewed together with Gu’s father, of ginger soup to ward off the chill. The son-in-law’s bowl was delivered by Gu’s father, while this bowl was brought here by Gu’s mother.
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