Old Mr. He fumed with irritation, and Ruan Feng also furrowed his brow. On such a cold day, falling into the water could easily lead to illness.
A moment later, Yang Xiaoxi changed clothes and came out of the room with Shen Mianmian. Before they could speak, Xiaoxi sneezed several times in succession.
Seeing this, Old Mr. He quickly instructed the butler, "Make some ginger tea to warm her up."
The butler answered and hurried back to the kitchen. It wasn’t long before he came out with two bowls of ginger tea.
"Xiaoxi, hurry and drink some ginger tea to warm up," Old Mr. He said with concern.
"Thank you, Grandpa."
After Yang Xiaoxi drank the ginger tea, she immediately felt much warmer.
Old Mr. He turned to Shen Mianmian. "Mianmian, have some as well. It’s cold, and the ginger tea will warm you up."
Shen Mianmian obediently picked up the ginger tea and started drinking.
Watching the two being so obedient and well-behaved, Old Mr. He’s eyes grew even more tender, and he repeatedly praised them with Ruan Feng, which made Shen Mianmian and Yang Xiaoxi feel a bit embarrassed.
Poor Ruan Yiqian. His coat had gotten wet because of Yang Xiaoxi, and no one cared even though he wore only a sweater. Fortunately, it wasn’t cold inside the house, and he was managing to withstand it.
Only after Shen Mianmian and Yang Xiaoxi had each had a bowl of ginger tea did Old Mr. He remember Ruan Yiqian. He then said, "Butler, is there any ginger tea left in the pot?"
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Old Mr. He nodded. "Give him a bowl as well and fetch one of my coats for him. The weather is chilly, and if he catches a cold, it could be contagious. My old bones can’t handle such turmoil."
At these words, Shen Mianmian and Yang Xiaoxi almost couldn’t suppress their laughter. Old Mr. He was just too adorable.
Ruan Yiqian’s lips twitched. If he remembered correctly, Old Mr. He had always favored him the most during his childhood, always lavishing him with praise. He wondered when he had fallen out of favor.
A moment later, the butler brought over the ginger tea. Ruan Yiqian looked at it and became even more speechless; the ginger tea barely covered the bottom of the bowl.
He drank it in one gulp and then put on the coat of Old Mr. He.
Worried that Yang Xiaoxi might catch a cold, Old Mr. He had the butler bring over a small heater, which deeply moved Xiaoxi.
All these arrangements delayed their lunch until around one o’clock. During the meal, Old Mr. He was very attentive to Shen Mianmian and Yang Xiaoxi, encouraging them to eat. As for Ruan Yiqian and He Nan, he completely left them to their own devices.
At the dining table, Ruan Feng deliberately struck up a few conversations with Shen Mianmian, who replied politely.
Old Mr. He, ever the astute observer, noticed Ruan Feng’s special attention towards Shen Mianmian but said nothing. Instead, after the meal, he asked Ruan Feng to stay and play chess, while He Nan sent Shen Mianmian and Yang Xiaoxi home.
Ruan Yiqian had urgent matters and was not in the mood to linger, so he went straight to the hospital.
Soon after everyone left, Old Mr. He and Ruan Feng started playing chess, chatting casually. Ruan Feng was somewhat distracted; if not for Old Mr. He’s request, he would have gone to the hospital with Ruan Yiqian.
After losing three games in a row, they reached the fourth game when Old Mr. He commented meaningfully, "It’s been a while since we’ve played chess, and your skills seem to have regressed quite a bit!"
"It’s your mastery of the game," Ruan Feng said with a smile.
Old Mr. He laughed heartily and suddenly put down the chess piece he was holding, "Alright, let’s stop here. I can’t keep sitting with these old bones."
Upon hearing this, Ruan Feng also put down his chess pieces.