Old Master He waved his hand, his disdain apparent.
Old Master He was genuinely tired. After sending He Nan away, he returned to his room to rest.
Old Xu was also exhausted from the day’s activities. As soon as Butler Li arrived back at the He Family residence, Old Xu also left.
He Nan hadn’t mentioned the dinner at Old Master’s house to Shen Mianmian. He knew too well the old man’s temperament; if Mianmian didn’t visit, Old Master would definitely keep visiting often. It was better to let them interact more, so that Mianmian would feel closer to Old Master in the future and wouldn’t feel like a stranger.
Time flew, and by late October, the weather began to get colder. It had been over a month since Mianmian got to know Old Master, and they had become familiar with each other.
Every week, Old Master would come over for a meal. Unlike before, after eating, he wouldn’t immediately leave. He would sit and chat with Shen Mianmian for an hour or two, then recount his experiences as a soldier, often bringing up stories from his grandson’s childhood.
Shen Mianmian and Yang Xiaoxi both enjoyed listening to his stories. Old Master was a natural storyteller, often causing all three of them to burst into laughter. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩
Concerned that he might catch a cold in the chilly weather, Shen Mianmian bought Old Master a military coat, while Yang Xiaoxi knitted him a scarf. Old Master was very satisfied.
On another Sunday, as usual, they escorted Old Master home, but unexpectedly met Cheng Feiyang and Cheng Xining along the way. To everyone’s surprise, Cheng Feiyang’s house was just across from Liu Dong’s place.
Strangely, they had not encountered each other at all for so long.
Upon seeing them, Old Master He immediately wrapped the scarf around his head, exposing only his eyes.
Cheng Feiyang and Cheng Xining did not pay much attention to him; their eyes were fixed on Shen Mianmian and Yang Xiaoxi, filled with skepticism.
"Shen Mianmian, Yang Xiaoxi, what are you doing here?" Cheng Feiyang’s eyes were practically bulging out.
This was not a place just anyone could live in. The houses here were not rented to people from outside the area, nor sold to them.
Cheng Xining, however, guessed something the moment she saw them, her eyes reddening with anger. Pointing at Shen Mianmian, she said, "Shen Mianmian, tell me, did He Nan rent this place for you?"
Before Mianmian could respond, Yang Xiaoxi retorted, "What’s it to you?"
Yaoxiaoxi had disliked Cheng Xining since their last encounter, especially after Cheng Feiyang deliberately provoked a dispute. Now, seeing Cheng Xining’s shrewish demeanor, Xiaoxi liked her even less.
"I was talking to Shen Mianmian. You keep out of this," Cheng Xining said, ignoring Yang Xiaoxi. "Shen Mianmian, tell me, is it true?"
"You’re not wrong," Shen Mianmian admitted calmly.
The place was indeed arranged by Big Brother He. As to whether it was rented or purchased, she wasn’t sure.
"You..." Cheng Xining was close to tears with anger. "You shameless woman, why do you have to cling to He Nan?"
She shrugged helplessly, "Miss Cheng, I’m busy right now and don’t have time to deal with your little temper tantrum."
After speaking, she tried to leave with Old Master, only to be grabbed by Cheng Xining. "Shen Mianmian, I didn’t say you could leave. Do you dare walk away?"
Yang Xiaoxi pushed her away, "Miss Cheng, could you please stop acting like a shrew? Big Brother He doesn’t like you, yet you insist on clinging to him, and now you’re making a scene here. Aren’t you embarrassed?"