"I will be good to Jun Moyan, Grandpa, and you also need to take good care of yourself," Wen Xiao’ai watched the old man in such a state, feeling an urge to cry.
It was all due to Jun Wuyang. Couldn’t he just be a good person? He had to make everyone , even causing Grandpa to be sad and fall ill.
"Grandpa, about big brother..." Jun Wuchen sighed, not knowing what to say.
"Grandpa knows, I know everything... You can’t be like him, understand?"
This was all a disaster of his own making. Who else could he blame?
"Moyan, where is your father?"
"Did he put all the blame on you?"
"Moyan, I know you and Xiao’ai have been wronged, but your father must be feeling worse than anyone. I understand you can’t talk to him, but he is still your father, and you are his only son. If possible, spend more time with him, talk to him. After some time, he will come to his senses."
When Jun Qing recklessly accused him at Wu Garden without distinguishing right from wrong, and after finding out what Jun Wuyang did to Xiaoguai and not caring about Xiaoguai, focussing solely on saving Wuyang, Jun Moyan had already lost all feelings for him.
But seeing his grandfather so sad and distressed on the hospital bed, Jun Moyan agreed just to ease his worries.
The old master of the Jun Family held both of their hands, and not long after, he fell asleep again.
After ensuring he was sound asleep, Jun Wuchen looked at Jun Moyan, intending to say something but then noticed the wound on his arm.
"It’s nothing, just a minor injury."
"Did you get that at work, or was it..."
"It was Jun Wuyang’s mother," Wen Xiao’ai interjected, glancing at Jun Moyan’s injured arm and cursing angrily, "I despise her, she’s so wicked."
If Jun Moyan hadn’t pulled her away, she would have been the one shot.
Hearing that it was Madam Jun’s doing, Jun Wuchen grew even more worried: "Jun Wuyang died in Shangguan Yu’s territory, and it was you who let Shangguan Yu capture him. Your great-aunt and grandmother are surely going to make a scene."
"Let them make a scene," Jun Moyan responded.
Jun Wuchen sighed, "Jun Wuyang brought it upon himself. He got what he deserved, and his death was of his own making. It’s natural for your uncle to find it hard to accept such an event. If he says something unpleasant, don’t take it to heart."
"Mm, don’t worry, I’ll handle it. Second Brother, I’ll have someone take you back to rest. You look very pale."
"Yeah, Second Brother, you look so unwell. You should go rest. Xiao’ai and I will stay with Grandpa," Wen Xiao’ai also said.
Jun Wuchen turned to Wen Xiao’ai, filled with guilt: "Xiao’ai, it is our Jun Family who has wronged you."
The first time she attended a family banquet at the Jun Family, she endured the wrath of the grandmother and Jun Wuyang, and was almost schemed against by Jun Wuyang later on. And this time, it was even worse...
"No, it has nothing to do with you, Second Brother," Wen Xiao’ai shook her head.
She was not like Jun Wuyang and Madam Jun; she clearly knew who was in the wrong.
Jun Moyan had originally planned to ask Qing Yi to take Jun Wuchen back to the Jun Family to rest, but Jun Wuchen, concerned that the Old Madam in the next ward would wake up and make a fuss with Moyan, decided to rest in the adjacent ward instead.
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Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao’ai and reached out to hold her small hand.
Wen Xiao’ai gave him a sweet smile.
She had hoped that when Jun Moyan returned, he would take her to Holy City to see if she could return to the Demon Realm, but she never expected this to happen.