Lu Yulin saw Mu Shinian showing off with that smug look and instantly couldn’t help but shiver, stepping aside and looking at him warily, "What are you trying to say?"
During this period, he wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but it seed to him that Mu Shinian was getting more and more cunning, catching him off guard from ti to ti, and worse still, leaving him in the lurch without a way to settle the score.
Lu Yulin felt extrely stifled; it used to be him bullying Mu Shinian, but now it had turned into Mu Shinian bullying him.
This feeling wasn’t just stifling, it was incredibly stifling.
Mu Shinian looked at Lu Yulin and a smile started to form on his face, which grew wider and wider. Just as Lu Yulin was about to make a run for it, Shinian placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Considering our current relationship, shouldn’t you be calling ... Uncle?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Yulin’s face turned dark, and he spat out one word, "Scram!"
...
When Elder Mu was hospitalized, only a few servants were cleaning up the old house, and she didn’t often co back, just occasionally to check on things. And each ti she ca back in a hurry because of work, so she didn’t stay for long.
As soon as Song Qiao walked into the villa, she saw the busy servants. Earlier outside, she had also seen the florist and the gardener.
Without needing Aunt Zhang to tell her, she knew all this had been arranged by Lu Jingchen, and he had done so the day before her grandfather’s discharge from the hospital.
To say she wasn’t moved would probably be a lie; even she sotis lacked the thoughtfulness to do all this for an elderly man past his fifties.
"Master, the young miss has returned," Aunt Zhang hadn’t even reached the living room when she excitedly called out.
Though Elder Mu was her maternal grandfather, according to protocol Aunt Zhang should have called her "Miss Cousin," but Elder Mu felt that such a title created a kind of distance, so he let Aunt Zhang address Song Qiao directly as "young miss," saying that in the Mu Family, there were only the three of them - grandfather and grandchildren, and there was no need for such formalities.
It had been over half a year since she last saw Mu Nuan, Shinian’s mother. After that encounter, that woman hadn’t co to visit her grandfather again, but Song Qiao didn’t think the woman would give up so easily.
She might not understand what type of woman Mu Nuan was, but from what she heard from her grandfather, she had so idea of the kind of woman she was.
Inside the living room, the elderly man with a head of silver hair sat there. His eyes lit up when he heard Aunt Zhang’s voice, "Qiao’er is back?"
The husky, which had co in at so unknown ti, was now obediently lying at Elder Mu’s feet. It seed to be in a good mood, its tail wagging non-stop.
Song Qiao’s gaze fell on her grandfather, and her eyes involuntarily reddened. She walked over and crouched in front of him, calling out softly, "Grandpa, I’m back."
Even though the previous surgery was successful, it had resulted in a gradual decline in Elder Mu’s vision. Without glasses, he could hardly see anything clearly beyond a ter.
Song Qiao hadn’t known about this at first. Aunt Zhang didn’t tell her at the ti; it was only ntioned casually during a phone call with Mu Shinian.
"It’s good that you’re back, good that you’re back," Elder Mu, his face full of smiles, nodded and continued, "Have lunch at ho later, is that alright?"
Listening to her grandfather ask in such a tentative tone, Song Qiao’s heart ached. Since her childhood until now, it was the first ti he had ever asked her so cautiously, as if he was afraid she would refuse.
People often say that elderly people over fifty tend to be very lonely and hope for grandchildren to accompany them. Her grandfather only had her mother and uncle, but early on he couldn’t even keep his own son and daughter. Now only she, the granddaughter, and Mu Shinian, the grandson, remained.
While other families might boast three generations living under one roof, their family had beco just the three of them.
Elder Mu, who had worked hard his whole life, probably only hoped for a peaceful old age, wishing for his granddaughter and grandson to keep him company more often.
And compared to Mu Shinian, she, Song Qiao, felt even closer to the old man.
Her eyes reddening again, struggling to hold back the tears welling up, Song Qiao smiled and nodded, "Grandpa, I won’t just stay for lunch, I’ll also stay here tonight and not go back."
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