Now that his grandson and granddaughter-in-law are back and can make als for him, he feels very satisfied.
ng Xinian said he wanted to help in the kitchen, but was chased out by Chiang Xiao.
He went upstairs and opened the room across the hall.
It was supposed to be a ticulously arranged children’s room for him, but he rarely ca in anymore.
This was the only place Duan Qingqing wasn’t allowed to spend much ti in.
Yet he had gone through and looked at many things, without finding anything special.
In his mory, Nian Chengcheng used to have a habit of keeping a diary. He had tried to find that diary, but it was never found. He thought she might have burned it, yet it turned out she had mailed it back to her hotown, ending up in Old Nian’s hands.
Fortunately, it eventually returned to him.
Apparently, this was also because of Chiang Xiao.
ng Xinian sat down on a chair, casually picking up a stuffed toy, and thought of Chiang Xiao.
This was sothing he couldn’t figure out.
How did Chiang Xiaoxiao know where that diary was?
And when she went to get it, she actually got it?
She clearly didn’t know Old Nian, didn’t know Nian Tang, she didn’t even know Nian Che.
He was very sure of this.
But why did she know where that diary was?
It was as if she had seen the diary before.
Yet she hadn’t read the diary’s contents; he was sure of this too. Because she showed no signs of knowing what was in the diary.
If it were soone else, he’d suspect they were acting.
But this was Chiang Xiaoxiao, he knew her too well, she definitely wasn’t pretending.
He didn’t even want to test her.
If he ever tested her, he’d feel he was betraying her.
In the whole world, only Chiang Xiaoxiao could earn his complete trust; he could even entrust his life to her. How could he not believe her?
So he just couldn’t understand it.
Because he could tell, Chiang Xiaoxiao was very afraid of him pressing the issue.
So he didn’t ask.
Old ng ca in holding an iron box, looking for him, and found him in this room.
"Xinian, can Grandpa co in?"
ng Xinian stood up, went out, and locked the door behind him.
"There’s only one chair here, let’s go to our room."
Old ng smiled wryly; it seed the kid still didn’t want anyone entering this room.
In their room, he sat down on the small sofa and handed the box to ng Xinian.
"These are all things left by your grandma, you should give them to Little.
ng Xinian opened it and found it was full of gold and silver jewelry.
"But Little might find them old-fashioned, so keep them. You can always lt them down and redesign them into sothing new."
"Thanks, old man. I’ll hold onto them for Little."
"Take it, take it," Old ng sighed and said, "Xinian, you’re pretty lucky to have found a great wife like Little."
"You’re just realizing that now?" ng Xinian didn’t even pretend to be modest.
Old ng chuckled quietly.
This guy.
But it’s good that he knows how to cherish her.
"I wanted to ask you if your mom ever said anything to you? Anything related to Nian Che?" Old ng carefully asked.
ng Xinian raised an eyebrow, asking, "Why do you suddenly bring this up? Little told she ran into him at the hospital and he wants to invite you to Fuxi tonight?"
"Little told you, huh?" Old ng nodded. "Yeah, that’s what happened."
"Do you want to go?"
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