Gu Beicheng’s expression turned notably sour.
Even though she was a close relative of the girl, he wouldn’t allow her to forget herself for the sake of others.
As for Feng Rui, seeing Xia Yinian’s spirited deanor, his eyes were filled with amusent.
So Lady Xia missed Old Master so much; Feng Rui was genuinely happy for Old Master Feng.
Seeing Lady Xia would definitely lift Old Master’s spirits, and a good mood could only help his health.
Turning to look at Gu Beicheng, Feng Rui imdiately offered a smile.
"I didn’t know Seventh Young Master was visiting, I’m truly sorry for not welcoming you from afar!"
Miss Niannian ran off like that, even leaving Seventh Young Master here, making even Feng Rui feel embarrassed.
But then, Miss Niannian is still young, isn’t she? Seventh Young Master probably wouldn’t mind.
"Seventh Young Master, please have a seat for a while, I’ll inform Third Young Master," he bowed slightly, displaying a respectful attitude.
"No need, I’ll just walk around." Dropping those words, Gu Beicheng turned and left.
Chi He knew Seventh Young Master was upset to be neglected, but why was Miss Niannian so ecstatic at the thought of Elder Feng?
Though they were biologically grandfather and granddaughter, didn’t Miss Niannian know that? Could this be the spiritual connection between relatives?
Chi He was distracted for just a few seconds, and Gu Beicheng had already left the main house.
After glancing at the person behind him, Chi He instructed them and imdiately turned to follow.
Regardless of anything, his concern was for Seventh Young Master.
...
Speaking of the backyard, Xia Yinian thought of the jasmine grove; Grandpa loved that place the most.
Sure enough, as she approached the jasmine grove, she spotted that figure.
Having not seen him for just a short while, Grandpa Feng seed much thinner than before. Was he sick again?
Looking at that lone figure, Xia Yinian felt a sourness in her nose and her eyes turned red.
Despite possessing much—wealth, friends, family—why did he look so lonely?
Xia Yinian knew that at this mont, Grandpa Feng must be missing Grandma Feng.
She didn’t understand why, but she wished Grandpa Feng were not so devoted. At least then, his life might be easier in his later years.
Biting her lip lightly, Xia Yinian turned into another small path.
What she didn’t know was that a man had been standing behind her all along.
A man willing to shelter her from storms and soothe her sorrow.
As she watched Grandpa Feng, he was also watching her.
She felt sad for Grandpa Feng’s loneliness, yet he cherished her delicateness.
Gu Beicheng furrowed his brows but didn’t disturb, just quietly observed that figure from afar, his gaze tender.
Xia Yinian moved to the front side of the jasmine grove where Old Master Feng often sat. She didn’t burst on the scene but slowly moved forward, seeming rely there to enjoy the flowers.
Feng Heng often sat here, sotis for an hour or two.
Of course, if it weren’t for Feng Rui finding excuses to get him to leave, he could spend an entire day looking at the jasmine grove.
Suddenly, a small sprite seed to appear inside the jasmine grove.
She wore a white dress, blending with the white jasmine flowers, truly beautiful and moving.
Feng Heng unblinkingly watched over there, his lips curling into a slight smile, but without the excitent one might expect.
Xia Yinian’s gaze occasionally swept over there, very casually.
Watching Grandpa Feng so captivated, she wasn’t sure if her appearing like this was a good or bad thing for him.
Grandpa Feng didn’t speak a word, not showing any excitent, did he think she was just a hallucination?
Did he mistake her for Grandma Feng?
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