"She said she wanted to meet! And that if I didn’t go, she would jump off the 22nd floor,"
Qin Mu finished, involuntarily letting out a mocking laugh.
If Zhuo Wen would commit suicide, then all the women in the world must be despairing.
"This child Zhuo Wen, really, I did not expect her to be so... disappointing,"
Feng Fanghua thought for a moment, involuntarily sighed, and still turned around and left.
Qin Mu sat there motionless, just thinking about the word "disappointing" that Feng Fanghua had just uttered.
What is there to be disappointed about with someone you are not close to?
Qin Mu was only worried that Zhuo Wen would call Grandpa or perhaps even Australia.
If the old man knew about this, she really feared that he would lose his temper.
Even if the old man did not scold her, it would still be difficult, wouldn’t it?
The day after Mu Yichen returned to the countryside with the old master, he stood in the yard smoking, and the old master walked out of the house with his hands behind his back.
This two-story house was particularly elegant, designed especially for the old master by someone Mu Yichen had found, the old master lived very comfortably. Where Mu Yichen stood, there was a stone table with five stone stools, and a chessboard carved on the table, all made to relieve the old master’s boredom.
But in winter, no one came to sit. The old master walked over, raised his hand to brush off the layer of white snow on the stone table. Because the layer below had frozen over, it was impossible to sweep clean. The old master sighed and withdrew his hand.
Mu Yichen had been smoking with his head down, only flickering his eyelashes when he heard the old master sighing.
"Aren’t you planning to discuss Zhuo Wen’s matter with me?"
The old master asked as he walked around from behind his grandson to stand in front of him.
Mu Yichen knew he couldn’t hide it from him but did not expect that he already knew.
"Grandpa, even you can be mistaken sometimes,"
Mu Yichen said softly after taking a puff of his cigarette and flicking the ash away.
The old master laughed at the sight of his grandson’s tired appearance with his head bowed: "The same goes for both of us!"
When Mu Yichen heard these four words, he looked up, then after watching the old master mock him, he sighed forcefully and then mocked himself.
Mocked himself for being stupid to such an extent.
No wonder Qin Mu wouldn’t let him touch.
"That girl Zhuo Wen, has she touched you?"
The old master glanced at his grandson, somewhat disappointed.
The old master looked at him and cursed.
Those dark, hawk-like eyes held a trace of desolation, but his grandfather’s words made him feel somewhat better.
Qin Mu would not say such things.
"I’m telling you, if you can’t keep this granddaughter-in-law, don’t claim to be my grandson anymore, understand?"
The old master’s voice was stern as he commanded in a low tone.
"If it weren’t for you inviting Zhuo Wen over, there wouldn’t have been trouble later on. And now you’re saying this to me?"
Mu Yichen frowned slightly; he felt he was miserable enough already.
"Hmph! I never asked her to touch you, nor did I tell you to be brainless,"
The old master raised his voice, completely distancing himself from the matter.
It was cold outside. Every time the two men spoke, their breath would create wisps of white vapor.
Mu Yichen involuntarily laughed, took another puff of his cigarette, and then reached up to hook the old master’s shoulder.
"Grandpa! I’ve never seen you be so unreasonable,"
"Really? I’m being unreasonable?"
The old master didn’t know what he was thinking, but he raised his eyebrows in response to his words, still looking imposing.
But suddenly, Mu Yichen couldn’t laugh. The words he had just uttered, why did they sound so familiar?
Wasn’t it that girl, who had said it a few times as well?
His gaze slowly shifted to the vast blue sky. They were quite a distance from the city, and longing for someone wasn’t something that could be resolved immediately; he could only keep yearning.
"I’m going out to have tea with a few old buddies. There’s not even someone to boil water, and I don’t know what use it is for you to come back with me. Also this yard, I had it all cleaned before I came back."
The old master shook off his hand and grumbled before walking ahead with his hands behind his back.
Mu Yichen watched his figure and suddenly sighed, feeling helpless, but then a fleeting glint of cold indifference in his eyes, he ultimately spoke to the old master.
"Qin Mu’s premature labor is related to Zhuo Wen."
The old master’s body stiffened, and then he turned to look at him.
Mu Yichen knew that this news might be a blow to the old master, but he felt it was necessary to warn him to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future.
The old master stood there some distance away, frowning deeply as he looked at him.
Mu Yichen’s dark eyes watched as the cigarette he held between his fingers was finished, tossed the butt on the ground, and placed both hands in the pockets of his dress pants.
"If this brings trouble to you and your old comrades, I’m sorry, but Grandpa, I can’t turn a blind eye to this,"
The old master was just shocked, saying nothing.
It seemed there was more snow in the countryside than in the city, and it was much colder too.
Mu Yichen didn’t wear a coat but was neatly dressed in a suit, appearing distant when viewed from afar.
The old master’s eyes, weathered by the years, flickered, then he slowly turned and continued walking towards the front gate.