As the sun sets and darkness cover the sky. A beautiful Spanish mansion stood its beauty. All the lights outside flicker on and radiates the mansion.
Inside one of the many rooms inside the brightly lit mansion, Old man Ji sat in his study room. Laid across his desk were every piece of information about the almighty and cold king of the business world.
Reaching out his old and wrinkling hand, he grabs a piece of paper. His eyes scan through every word.
Old man Ji quickly takes his handkerchief out and cover his mouth. He continued to cough.
Standing quietly at the side, Zhang Yong quickly reacted, but was stopped. Old man Ji held one hand up and shook his head at his assistant.
Zhang Yong’s expression turned into sorrow. His friend and boss is sick and there’s nothing he can do about it. If he can, he rather be the one sick. Unlike Old man Ji, he doesn’t have any children to worry for him. His wife had left him behind ten years ago and now, he is just waiting till it’s his time to join her...
Old man Ji took a deep breath as his coughing stopped. Moving the handkerchief away from his mouth, he looks at it.
Hearing the voice of his grandson, Old man Ji quickly hides the handkerchief. He takes another deep breath to steady himself.
The door to the study room opens and Jingxu enters the room. His youthful self was almost healed, except for the bandage gauze wrapped on his head, and a cast on his left arm.
Old man Ji looks at his grandson. After he left the Lu Household, Jingxu had called and said he didn’t want to stay in the hospital anymore. He had said, he could recover at home. The doctors also did a thorough check on him and said he was stable enough to leave.
Old man Ji sighed inside his old heart. He clench the handkerchief in his hand tightly, then he smiles warmly at his grandson.
"What is it? You’re bored so you come to pick a fight with this old me?"
Hearing this, Jingxu pout his lips. He mumble under his breath then walks to the chair across from the old man. He plops down and flung his head back.
"Old man, I’m in great pain and here you are saying I want to pick a fight. No shame at all."
"In pain? Who was it that called and cried like a baby to leave the hospital?"
Jingxu quickly looks at the old man. He pout his lips again. The old man had spoke the truth, however he wasn’t crying like a baby. Jingxu sighs and his body sat lazily in the chair.
"What are you doing? Why do you have so many information on people?"
Suddenly thinking of something, Jingxu shot his eyes open and point at the old man.
"D-Don’t tell me you’re looking for a wife? You’re so old already!"
Zhang Yong: "pfffff.."
Old man Ji looked dumbfounded at Jingxu. For someone who is pain, the boy sure has a lot of energy. However, this is the Jingxu he loves. The boy who always kept his daily living occupied. Old man Ji lightly wave his hand to gesture Zhang Yong.
Zhang Yong moves forward and starts collecting all the pieces of paper on the desk. He moved so fast, Jingxu didn’t get a chance to see what were the papers about.
"Zhang Yong, you can leave."
With narrowed eyes, Jingxu stare suspiciously at his grandfather. Thinking of something, he waited until Zhang Yong left the study room.
When the door closed, Jingxu scoffed at the old man, "Ya, why are you being so secretive? It’s just an old lady, right?"
Old man Ji shook his head. Did his grandson somehow lower his high IQ and EQ after what he experienced?
"Why are you planning to remarry? You’re already over 70 years old.. you should—"
Old man Ji interrupts the boy. His eyes glaring daggers like he wants to suffocate the boy.
Seeing this, Jingxu press his lips tightly together to hold in his laugh. He just wanted to get back at the old man for calling him a cry baby.
"If I wanted to remarry, I would have done that a long time ago."
Old man Ji moves his eyes from Jingxu and looks at four picture frames nicely lined up on his desk. From right to left, the picture frames were neatly ordered. Jingxu alone in one frame, Yue Ling in another, then Yue Ling’s mother and father together. Lastly, his eyes land one the picture frame in the far left.
The picture inside this frame was a woman. She was neither young or old. She is a woman in her fifties. She sat in the middle of a flower garden and the smile on her face was one that can bring joy to one’s heart. Like the sun to shine one’s world.
Seeing where his grandfather is looking, Jingxu’s expression turned indescribable. He spoke in an almost whisper.
"Do you miss nai nai?"
Old man Ji stare deeply at the picture. He could remember everything about the woman. From their childhood to when they became girlfriend and boyfriend. Even their time as husband and wife.
Hearing Jingxu question, he sighs, "Everyday."
A faint smile curl on Jingxu’s lip. He still remembers his grandmother and he misses her too. She was the one who suggested a new life for the poor him. The him who had nothing.
He looks at the old man and his expression turned serious, "Grandpa, Dont remarry. You can’t betray nai nai."
Old man Ji was dumbfounded. Remarry? Betray? When did he say he was going to remarry? Let along, betray the woman he loves?
Old man Ji: "Oi, who said I was remarrying? You dare to look down on my love for your nai nai? Hm?"
Ji Jingxu: "But I saw the—-"
Old man Ji: "Hmmf, I may still be young and handsome, but there is only one woman for me. Even in death, I will love and be loyal to her. Hmmf."
Old man Ji: "Say, who said I was going to remarry? Huh?"
Ji Jingxu: "I just saw all the things Zhang Yong took away. Why do you have information on people?"
Old man Ji arch both his brows in surprise. This is why Jingxu said he was remarrying? However, to not laugh, he nod his head and maintained a serious look.
"I was looking to find your sister a husband. What do you think about it?"
"What do I think? I think you shouldn’t think about remarrying. I mean, why—-"
Realizing the old man’s words, Jingxu’s eyes widen. He was in great shock. This entire time he had thought his grandfather was going to remarry, but it is actually.....
Jingxu pout his lip, "Who?"
He really wants his sister to be happy, but her happiness was taken from her when Shin died. Even he doesn’t know if his sister will ever marry...
Old man Ji smiled faintly at his grandson. Everything was written on the little boy’s face. He sighs and decides to ask for Jingxu’s opinion.
"What do you think about Lu Tian?"