msmithbooks Chapter 91 This kid was raised for nothing
Chapter 91 This kid was raised for nothing
Chapter 91 This kid was raised for nothing
Although Grandpa Duan was trying to comfort Lin Yourong, the atmosphere instantly became somewhat heavy as soon as he finished speaking.
Lin Yourong cried even louder instead.
Sisi, who had been arguing with her grandfather, immediately shut her mouth upon seeing this.
She had never seen her aunt cry!
The air in the ward seemed to freeze, and slowly, only Lin Yourong's low sobs remained, her tears falling like beads from a broken string.
Yu Huan quickly turned around, grabbed a few tissues from the coffee table, walked to the bedside, and handed them to Lin Yourong.
Lin Yourong took the tissue and first wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Then she wiped her nose, the tip of which became slightly red from wiping.
Seeing Lin Yourong's delicate expression in this situation, Yu Huan had an inappropriate thought—
So damn cute!
Lin Yourong's arrival seemed to have significantly improved Old Master Duan's condition. His face gradually regained some color, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have smoothed out a lot, giving him a sense of vitality.
His speech was already slurred and difficult to understand.
Now he can clearly pronounce a few simple syllables and slowly put them into a complete sentence, and his language ability is obviously recovering.
"You... recognize..." He took a breath, then continued, "...how long have you known each other?"
Seeing that the old man was in very good condition, everyone's faces showed some joy.
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan froze, and unconsciously adopted a fake smile.
Lin Yourong glanced at her aunt and uncle beside her, and said softly without changing her expression, "My parents have known him for more than half a year."
"Good, good, he's very, very good." Old Master Duan nodded repeatedly.
Yu Huan looked at Lin Yourong's profile as if it were the first time she had met her.
Mist grass!
A path never before imagined!
This language ability allows one to not tell the whole truth, but to hint at it and leave the rest to the reader's imagination to fill in the blanks.
When it comes to crucial moments, one can only say that she truly lives up to her reputation as Old Lin's daughter.
Grandpa Duan turned his head slightly to look at Yu Huan, and took a breath: "Little Yu, how old are you?"
"Grandpa, I was born on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month in 1989." Yu Huan paused, "I am twenty-three years old this year."
“Compared to You Rong, you are a little younger.” Old Master Duan slowly looked at Lin You Rong: “You Rong, you are already in your mid-twenties, you should have thought about marriage.”
The voice was intermittent.
One fall.
Lin Yourong's eyes weren't the only part affected; two blushes crept onto her cheeks as well.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to begin. Her delicate hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.
Tighten and loosen, loosen and tighten.
Watching from the side, my uncle hurriedly interjected with a smile, "That's why, Dad, you need to get better soon. You'll have to sit in the main seat when Yourong gets married!"
That's what the old man said.
He was genuinely afraid that if the atmosphere became too tense, Lin Yourong would reveal the truth.
He felt that the old man would probably change his mind faster than turning the pages of a book!
Of course, given how much the old man dotes on his granddaughter Lin Yourong, it's not necessarily true.
However, what Uncle said struck a chord with Old Master Duan. He glanced at Uncle and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "You little brat, you managed to spew out ivory from your dog's mouth."
Auntie couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this, saying, "Dad, you're just getting a little better and you're already talking about your son-in-law like that. Be careful he turns around and leaves, and doesn't come to stay with you in the hospital!"
"He wouldn't dare!" Old Master Duan said with a sidelong glance.
However, Sisi objected: "Great-Grandpa, my grandpa isn't a dog, and he doesn't have ivory. He only has two gold teeth!"
Hearing this, the uncle was quite gratified. He had no way to deal with his granddaughter's daily tantrums, but she was somewhat useful in critical moments, knowing to side with her grandfather.
Unexpectedly, the next moment Sisi blurted out, "But, my grandfather can stick garlic cloves into his pig nostrils to pretend he's an elephant!"
Grandpa Duan immediately opened his mouth and burst into silent laughter. Everyone present couldn't help but chuckle, except for Yu Huan, who wanted to laugh but felt it would be impolite and dared not.
Everyone was gathered around the hospital bed when suddenly they heard a slight turning of the doorknob behind them, and the door was pushed open with a light touch.
Hearing the sound, Yu Huan turned around and looked.
All that could be seen was a square face with overly distinct lines and clear outlines, which looked around inside before striding in.
He walked along, laughing loudly, "Oh my! Sister Rong is here!"
Following behind was a young woman who, even wearing a long brown down jacket, appeared to be slender.
"Brother Feiyu," Lin Yourong responded, then turned her gaze to the woman behind her: "Sister Ayan!"
Yu Huan nodded and exchanged a glance with the man.
The latter sized up Yu Huan, then took three steps forward and extended his hand to Yu Huan: "You're Yu Huan? Rongmei's friend? I've heard so much about you!"
"Xiao Yu, this is my son, You Rong's cousin, his name is Wei Feiyu." The uncle introduced with a smile: "This is my daughter-in-law, you can call her Sister Yan, just like You Rong."
Hearing the somewhat exaggerated phrase "I've long admired your name" in this context, coupled with her uncle's introduction, Yu Huan pondered for a moment.
Based on the time and information gaps, Wei Feiyu could have learned of his existence from a phone call at most today.
This style is truly befitting of father and son.
I must say, they're easy to get along with!
Yu Huan hurriedly reached out and shook hands with Wei Feiyu.
Then, without looking to the side, he looked at the woman who slowly walked to Wei Feiyu's side and said, "Hello, Sister Yan."
Ah Yan smiled demurely and said, "Hello, Yu Huan."
Wei Feiyu suddenly stepped forward and patted Yu Huan's chest: "My mom called me and said you're a handsome guy. And look at you, you're definitely a little bit more handsome than me."
"Not at all," Yu Huan said modestly.
Sisi, standing to the side, looked like she had thought it over and over again, hesitating again and again, but still couldn't help but interject: "Daddy, are you sure he's just a little bit handsome?"
Wei Feiyu squatted down, picked her up, hooked his finger around her nose, and gently pinched it: "Didn't you say that Daddy is the most handsome man in the world in your eyes?"
"He's not as handsome as my uncle!" Sisi said weakly.
Wei Feiyu immediately turned to look at his wife and sighed, "This child has been raised in vain."
Ah Yan and Lin Yourong both chuckled.
Yu Huan looked at Qianqian's delicate and lovely face, then at Wei Feiyu's square face...
Luckily, this child takes after her mother.
Wei Feiyu carried Qianqian and walked a few steps to the bedside, saying casually, "Grandpa, your favorite granddaughter has come to see you. Are you feeling much better?"
Hear the words.
Old Master Duan waved his arm outside the blanket and slowly opened his mouth: "You, always talking nonsense."
Wei Feiyu chuckled without hesitation: "Yes, things have gotten much better since my granddaughter came; she can even speak now!"
Grandpa Duan was too lazy to pay him any attention.
He tucked his arms under the covers, closed his eyes, and rested.
"You talk too much, kid!" Uncle slapped Wei Feiyu on the back of the head, then smiled and invited everyone: "Let's sit on the sofa and chat for a while. The old man has talked a lot and is tired. Let him rest well."
Wei Feiyu bowed and put Qianqian down.
He walked side by side with Yu Huan toward the sofa, then suddenly pulled a packet of betel nuts from his pocket, opened it, took out one, and handed it to Yu Huan: "Want some?"
Yu Huan immediately waved her hand and declined, saying, "Thank you, but I don't eat this."
Wei Feiyu nodded, then threw it into his mouth.
Yu Huan pondered to himself.
Chewing betel nuts...
No wonder he has a square face.
(End of this chapter)