"Grandfather was infuriated to collapse by Jun Wuyang; his condition had improved earlier today, but then something else happened."
Jun Wuchen hadn’t expected that so much would happen in just a span of three days.
Jun Wuyang had even become more outrageous, trying to force himself on Wen Xiao’ai, which was simply intolerable.
Now that he’d ended up , it was nothing but poetic justice.
"Grandfather just woke up, and he wants to see you. Come to the hospital."
"Mhm." Jun Moyan’s face darkened as he hung up the phone.
His fists slowly clenched, and the hand holding the phone was shaking with rage.
The bandaged wound he had just dressed throbbed with his pulsing blood vessels, and the bandage slowly turned red with blood.
"Jun Moyan, what’s wrong?" Wen Xiao’ai, seeing Jun Moyan’s face so terrifyingly grim, was a bit worried.
"Jun Wuyang died just like that; he got off too easily," Jun Moyan gritted through his teeth.
If he had known that Jun Wuyang’s harm to Wen Xiao’ai wasn’t just what was evident, if he had known that his death would come so easily, he would have had someone bring him back to Huiwu Garden last night and flayed him alive.
"Don’t be angry, don’t be angry." Wen Xiao’ai quickly reached out to pat Jun Moyan’s chest to calm him.
"Don’t keep things from me ever again," Jun Moyan said, looking at Wen Xiao’ai.
He wasn’t blaming her; he was feeling sorry for her.
She must have kept it from him because she didn’t want him to worry.
Wen Xiao’ai nodded: "Mhm, I’ll remember."
"Grandfather is looking for us; let’s go," Jun Moyan said, taking her hand.
After greeting Shangguan Yu, Jun Moyan left with Wen Xiao’ai and Qing Yi.
Glancing at Jun Qing, who was still sitting on the ground, Jun Moyan ignored him and walked away.
"Wuchen, has Moyan arrived?" The elder Mr. Jun lay in bed, his eyes lifelessly staring at the ceiling, his voice feeble.
His wrinkled hand was holding Jun Wuchen’s all the while.
"He should be here soon. Grandfather, are you hungry? You should eat something," Jun Wuchen said with concern, looking at the elderly Mr. Jun whose spirits were very low. Follow current novels on novel{f}ire.net
"I’m not hungry, Grandfather wants to sleep for a bit. When Moyan arrives, remember to wake me," the old man said.
Upon hearing Jun Wuchen’s agreement, the elder Mr. Jun slowly closed his eyes.
After an indefinite amount of time, the elder Mr. Jun faintly heard Jun Moyan’s voice in his haze.
Opening his eyes, he indeed saw Jun Moyan, and Wen Xiao’ai too.
"Moyan has come," the elder Mr. Jun said with a smile, then turned to look at Wen Xiao’ai.
"Xiao’ai is here too."
"Yes, Grandfather, are you alright?" Wen Xiao’ai said, her heart heavy looking at the elderly Mr. Jun who had aged over a decade in just a couple of days.
"I’m fine; your grandfather is fine," the old man said with a smile.
He asked them both to sit down.
Wen Xiao’ai had thought that under these circumstances, with Jun Wuyang’s death, the elder Mr. Jun might start to disdain her, or if not to the extreme like Madam Jun, at least blame her a bit, or maybe even berate Jun Moyan for shooting Jun Wuyang and causing him grave injuries.
But that had not happened.
After asking them to sit, the elder Mr. Jun took one hand each from Jun Wuchen and Jun Moyan into his own.
Then, without saying a word, he just blankly stared at the ceiling.
They didn’t speak either, quietly accompanying him.
After a long time, the elder Mr. Jun moved his mouth and finally spoke.
"You two have to take good care of yourselves in the future; there mustn’t be any issues. And Moyan and Xiao’ai, both of you also need to be well. Grandfather has only you two left."