“The treatment for your hand couldn’t be delayed for long. Had you been operated on even a few days later, even a deity couldn’t have helped. I would have had to come sooner or later. Even if Young Master Tang didn’t mention it, I wouldn’t sit back and do nothing while your right hand becomes crippled.”
“Teacher, cut it out. I know what to do.” Mo Xiyan closed her eyes in fatigue.
Seeing her like this, Zhou Zhong decided not to say anything. Instead, he sighed and said, “Xiyan, since Young Master Rong is already married, you should take your mind off him and focus on medicine.”
“I can’t. He’s the one for me.”
…
Luo Anning and Rong Yan seemed to have tacitly agreed that they had reconciled after that crazy night.
Although infertility was indeed bad news for her, Rong Yan’s reaction somewhat comforted her. After all, he didn’t abandon her and it was a sense of comfort for her regardless of whether he meant it or not.
After that, the two of them went to Old Mr. Rong’s place for a meal twice. Of course, they were there only because of Old Mr. Rong’s and Jiang Peihua’s invitation.
During the meals, Old Mr. Rong expressed his desire for a grandchild and continuously hinted for her to nurse her body back to health soon so that she could make another baby again.
Although Jiang Peihua did not make a statement, the desire in the eyes also showed her eagerness to have a grandchild.
Luo Anning suddenly lost her appetite.
Rong Yan grabbed her hand beneath the table and placed a slice of sweet and sour fish into her bowl before whispering into her ear in an alluring voice, “Have some. Nourish your petite body.”
After that, Rong Yan smirked sinisterly and leaned back on the chair, holding her shoulder possessively. “Grandpa, Mother, I’m not in a hurry so why are you guys? Anning and I haven’t had enough of alone time together. We’ll talk about it later. ”
Old Mr. Rong slammed his chopsticks down and barked, “What are you saying!?! My days are numbered and this is my only wish. Are you going against me?”
Seeing that Old Mr. Rong had been angered, Jiang Peihua glared at her son before gently handing some tea to Old Mr. Rong in a bid to help him simmer down.
“Father, don’t hold it against the rascal. He’s just joking. Simmer down, have some tea.”
Luo Anning tightened her grip on her chopsticks while her lips turned pale. After Jiang Peihua finished speaking, she stared at Rong Yan again. “Rascal, how can you provoke your Grandpa like this? If anything happens to your Grandpa because of his anger, you’ll get it from me! Anning, the rascal is not in a hurry, but Grandpa is. Having a great-grandchild is his only hope. You guys should stop rebelling against Grandpa. It’s only a matter of time before you give birth to a child.
Old Mr. Rong took a sip of tea and his anger subsided a little but he didn’t seem to be too happy. Jiang Peihua decided to try again and shifted her gaze onto Luo Anning. “Anning, don’t you hope to give the rascal a baby soon too?”
Luo Anning hesitated when Jiang Peihua shot her a glance. Rong Yan held her hand tightly to comfort her silently.
“Yes… ” It was as if her reply depleted all of her energy.
After receiving the reply, Jiang Peihua smiled with satisfaction and said, “Look, Father, the rascal was just kidding. Anning has already agreed, hasn’t she? Just wait patiently. Anning will give you a chubby grandchild.”