It was as if he feared someone else might come to disturb Song Lili; Wen Xun chose to stay in the room and not go out.
While Lili was asleep, he kept watch by her side.
Having just finished his tutoring session, Wen Xun had homework to complete, so he sat down alone in the side hall, quietly working on it.
The setting sun sank, casting a golden glow through the window.
Wen Nian pushed the door open and came in, his voice very soft, originally afraid of awakening the resting Lili. When he came in, he found Lili was actually awake, whereas it was Wen Xun in the side hall who had fallen asleep on the desk.
Song Lili leaned on the bed, gesturing towards the side hall, and Wen Nian nodded, treading lightly as he approached the bed.
"I heard from Uncle Wei that my mom came over?"
"Yes, to see the child," Song Lili said indifferently.
"Did you... have a conflict?"
Wen Nian asked cautiously. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship had been a difficult issue since ancient times, especially since Xiao Ziyan had never liked Song Lili, her daughter-in-law, from the bottom of her heart.
When the two of them met, it would naturally carry a hint of tension.
"...Not exactly a conflict. I was just infuriated to see her disrespect Uncle Wei, so I snapped back a few times."
Song Lili admitted frankly, "Why? You’re not here to rebuke me, are you?"
"Silly girl, why would you think that?"
Wen Nian gently twirled a lock of her hair, "I was worried you were really upset. You’ve just given birth; you need to recover your strength slowly."
Song Lili took a deep breath, not wanting to dwell on Xiao Ziyan’s matter, and looked straight at Wen Nian,
"Wen Nian, your grandfather is ill."
"Your mother told me. She asked me to inform you, probably hoping you would go and visit the old man."
"I’m aware of my grandfather’s illness," he replied, leaving Song Lili at a loss for words.
"Even if I’m not up to date with the Wen Family’s affairs, my grandfather and father would find ways to get the information to me through someone else’s mouth," Wen Nian said,
"It’s a heart problem, they say the situation isn’t very optimistic."
Song Lili’s brows furrowed, feeling that there must be some scheming by the Wen Family involved.
Old Mr. Wen was indeed getting on in years, but he had always taken great care of his health, all to live a few years longer.
There had never been any mention of a heart problem with Wen Liangyu before, and now suddenly there was an issue...
Wen Nian’s forefinger poked Song Lili’s brow, gently smoothing out the wrinkles,
"I’ve already sent someone in my stead to visit my grandfather."
"You’re not going yourself?"
"If the person who goes tells me he is indeed severely ill, I’ll visit him then," Wen Nian stated indifferently, a practice that might seem somewhat cold-hearted to most, but it was the greatest filial piety Wen Nian could express towards Wen Liangyu.
Song Lili blinked up at him,
"I... didn’t mean that I hoped you wouldn’t visit him because of me, it’s just in my eyes, your grandfather’s methods are indeed hard to look at."
"I know. All I care about right now is your health, wanting you to rest well and recover quickly from your confinement,"
Wen Nian leaned forward, his voice husky as he nuzzled her nose,
"Days of looking but not being able to touch... they’ve gone on for far too long."
Song Lili tilted her chin slightly and nudged the decidedly unserious President Wen with her nose.
Wen Nian’s eyes fluttered, nuzzling back, and thus the two of them continued to rub noses, exchanging smiles with their eyes full of laughter...
A sudden childish cough interrupted Song Lili and Wen Nian’s playful interaction.
Wen Xun stood at the bedroom wall, arms crossed, shaking his head with a sigh,
"Why are you two so childish?"
Wen Nian’s eyebrow arched as he walked over to Wen Xun, lifting him high with one arm, "What do you know about being childish?"
"I do! You’re really childish in front of sister!"
Wen Xun proclaimed unabashedly. Wen Nian found himself at a loss for words, and as he struggled to respond, Song Lili laughed merrily by herself.
Wei Yuandong, carrying fruits and tea, overheard the warm laughter from outside the door and chose not to interrupt.
To his beloved woman, what did it matter if he was a president, a young master of the Wen Family? He was just an ordinary man.
At the Wen Mansion, Wen Liangyu lay propped up in bed, looking somewhat frail and unwell.
Wen Liangyu, who always appeared much younger than his years, now finally seemed his eighty years.
But his illness wasn’t as serious as the rumors implied.
His heart did have some issues, but as long as he took his medication on time and controlled it, there wouldn’t be any problems.