Little One Tears the Villain’s Script

Although the doctor said that it was normal for old people to have a little headache or fever, Jiang Xiaoman was still flustered and wanted nothing but to stay by her grandmother’s side.

She didn’t want to go anywhere, so how could she have had the heart to go to the beach? Right now, Yu Qingshi had also lost interest, and the trip was temporarily put on hold and was no longer mentioned.

Jiang Xiaoman felt very guilty and came to him to apologize, “I’m sorry, I agreed to go to the beach with you, but now I have to let you down. My grandma has never been sick before, and her body is very strong. She fell ill this time, I’m afraid that something will happen.”

Yu Qingshi silently hid the various information booklets he had prepared and said calmly, “En, you better stay home with grandma, I’m not going either.”

He was too agreeable and was not angry, which made Jiang Xiaoman feel even more guilty.

After thinking about it, she decided to act coquettishly just like she usually did with Grandma. She grabbed his arm and shook it, “Don’t be angry.”

He was not angry!!

Yu Qingshi shook his head vigorously, his face flushed.

There will be plenty of time in the future, plenty of other opportunities. He was not angry, no worries!

After Jiang Xiaoman left his house, she became worried about Grandma’s illness again.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiumei’s physical fitness was good, and she got better after just a few days without too much trouble. Even so, Jiang Xiaoman was still worried about her and wanted to keep watching over her.

After some discussions, they all decided to go to the farm to raise the pigs.

In fact, this was Jiang Xiumei’s idea.

She was worried about a sow that was about to give birth to some piglets, so Jiang Xiaoman could only go with her.

The air in the farm was good, the atmosphere was relaxed, and you could plant anything there. It was really suitable for recuperating. It was also very suitable for cultivating yourself; it would not be easy to get angry and your mood would improve. It was also not very far from the city, so it was more convenient than going back to the village, more comfortable and less frustrating.

As soon as she entered the farm, Jiang Xiumei was resurrected and her previously ill appearance was completely gone.

She cut pumpkins, chose some vegetables, and cooked up some pig feed. The pigs here sold for a high price, and were also very expensive to raise. Pigs that were raised on draff were not tasty, so they were not fed that. She had her own methods and cared for the piglets just like she was raising human children. Although there were workers to help, Jiang Xiumei did not like to sit back; she had to monitor it personally. Jiang Xiaoman persuaded her to rest, but she wasn’t happy; she just liked to be busy.

Jiang Xiaoman called Jiang Xing that night to complain, “Uncle, in my grandma’s heart, I’m not as good as that litter of pigs! She didn’t listen to what I said, but when the litter of pigs cried, she felt distressed!”

Jiang Xing comforted, “I felt the same way before.”

“What did you say??”

“I said that I used to be inferior to the litter of pigs at home, just get used to it.”

Jiang Xiaoman thought for a while and her heart felt better. She stopped complaining and began to concentrate on helping grandma raise pigs. Since she was happy, then let her be happier.

So the grandmother-granddaughter pair spent a leisurely and happy holiday…

No, that wasn’t really correct.

Jiang Xiaoman thought about it and thought that the ones who were really happy were the pigs.

At the same time, at City B, the Wen family.

The family doctor came back and forth frequently lately, and the entire Wen family was wrapped in a tense atmosphere.

The Old Master of the Wen family was already very old, and he was now lying on the hospital bed, looking critically ill. Once he died, the family’s power structure might undergo a change.

Everyone experienced life and death, joys and sorrows. This was a normal thing.

However, some people wanted him to die, and some people wanted him to live.

Once Old Master Wen left, the family would be left with just his old wife and his only daughter, plus his son-in-law Liang Yuanqing.

It was really worrying.

Old Master Wen moved his hands and seemed to want to lift them up, but he couldn’t even raise them. They just trembled, and then fell down.

Old Madam Wen looked at her husband, who was wearing an oxygen mask on the hospital bed and clearly looked like he was exhaling more than what he inhaled. Her old pair of eyes were hazy with tears, and she cried, “The doctor said that as long as you relax and recuperate, your illness will definitely be cured. Once you get better, we will go on a trip together and stop worrying about the family again. Or let Little Hui have another child, and us two oldies will raise the child, passing the time day by day. There’s nothing that cannot be overcome. Don’t… don’t just go like this.”

“I can’t let go… I’m… in my heart…” The words were intermittent, and it took a lot of effort to say.

Old Madam Wen immediately took his hand and said comfortingly, “I know you can’t let go, and I can’t let go either, but… but people can’t always live in the past, right? If you want to see the children, I’ll ask Siyu to come over and chat with you later. That child has just finished the high school entrance examination, and she also took first place. She is very amazing, your pride and joy.”

Old Master Wen shook his head, seemingly unable to say anything else. After a short pause, he regained his strength and asked in a longer voice, “That child…that child…is there any news now? I… I’ll send someone to look for her again.”

“You, why are you still worrying about these things at this time?” Old Madam Wen sighed heavily and whispered, “You just lie down and be at ease, leave the rest to me. It’s already under investigation. I’ll tell you if there’s any result. Don’t worry too much and take care of your body.”

After the old couple finished speaking, Old Master Wen looked extremely tired and closed his eyes and did not move, as if he had fallen asleep.

Old Madam Wen tucked his quilt and left.