Mu Wanxin’s first impression of Xiao Xiao was quite good. Hearing Xiao Xiao’s words, she felt this girl had a temper much like hers, and said bluntly, "This girl is really straightforward. It’s our first eting and she’s already saying such honest words. But I like it."
Her words imdiately dissolved Xiao Xiao’s fears of the Mu family and made everyone burst into laughter.
Once inside the house, Old Mr. Mu, sitting on a chair, glanced at everyone with displeasure and grumbled, "Old people are often neglected. You all are laughing at the door, but who rembers there’s an old man inside the house?"
An Ran looked at Grandma Mu with a teasing smile and walked over, "Grandpa, I’m back. How have you been feeling lately?"
Back in the Imperial City, An Ran still rembered that Old Mr. Mu had fallen ill and been hospitalized, so he was the first to ask about Old Mr. Mu’s health.
However, upon hearing this, Old Mr. Mu’s body stiffened, and he looked up at An Ran’s expression. Last ti, he had pretended to be ill, and his grandson knew about it. He wondered if his cheeky grandson had spilled the beans to the girl during their ti together.
How should he respond now? Saying he was well or unwell didn’t seem appropriate. What if his granddaughter-in-law knew that he had deceived them last ti? Answering now would only make her laugh at him. Where would he put his old face then?
Monts later, Old Mr. Mu’s mind was filled with countless thoughts.
However, An Ran didn’t wait for Old Mr. Mu to answer her question. She opened her backpack and took out an exquisitely wrapped small box.
"Grandpa, Xingfeng said you’ve been practicing calligraphy for your health since you got sick last ti. This is a gift I brought for you. I hope you’ll like it."
Upon hearing this, Old Mr. Mu realized his grandson hadn’t betrayed him and felt relieved. He was even happier upon hearing An Ran had brought him a gift.
Given the Mu family’s status and power, there were hardly any good things they hadn’t seen. If he wanted sothing, there was nothing he couldn’t get. But as an old man, he no longer cared for material possessions.
Nothing made them happier than seeing their children and grandchildren thriving and being rembered by their loved ones.
"Ran even bought a gift for Grandpa?" Grandpa Mu excitedly accepted the box. Inside was a wolf hair brush, finely crafted as a Big Blue Bamboo.
Old Mr. Mu had indeed beco fascinated with calligraphy. He had been a rugged soldier in his younger days, but now that he was old, he enjoyed the art of writing.
He used to play chess with Old Man Lin, often winning. Now, he envied Old Man Lin’s calligraphy skills. How could he let Old Man Lin outdo him?
Seeing An Ran’s gift, Old Mr. Mu’s face was beaming with a smile, "Good, Grandpa really likes Ran’s gift."
"Humph! Just now you were complaining that no one cared about you, and now you’re smiling so happily. You’re acting like a child, aren’t you afraid the kids will laugh at you?" Grandma Mu sneered.
Old Mr. Mu, smiling so broadly that his mustache curled up, ignored Grandma Mu’s words. He took the gift and went upstairs to the study, eager to test the brush.
"Junyang hasn’t returned ho yet, right? Does your family know you’re back? Call them and let them know, then have dinner before going back." While a few people were chatting, He Yushu had instructed the servants to set the table with food.
Lin Junyang didn’t stand on ceremony. The three of them had set off from Nan’an in the morning, and they had only had a simple al at a service area along the way. Having traveled this far, they were indeed hungry.
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