NOVPUBChapter 696: 696, Perverted, scary
Chapter 696: 696, Perverted, scary
The next day, Li Qianze drove Song Qinghuan to visit their grandmother.
Despite being stricken with dementia, the grandmother still remembered Li Chengyun and Li Qianze.
She was sitting in the courtyard, soaking in the sun, and when she saw Li Qianze get out of the car, she hastily called for the maid who took care of her. The maid then helped her towards Li Qianze.
Li Qianze immediately rushed forward, extending his arms to steady her, “Grandmother, how have you been recently?”
The elderly woman, now in her eighties, smiled even more broadly, accentuating the wrinkles on her face, and revealed a mouth with only a few teeth remaining, “Very well, very well, Qianze, you’ve grown taller.”
Li Qianze grinned, “Grandmother, I haven’t grown taller in five or six years.”
She shook her head in disagreement, “No, when you last visited, it seemed you were only this tall.” As she said this, she gestured with her hand at her shoulder to indicate Li Qianze’s height, causing Song Qinghuan, standing on the side, to burst into suppressed laughter.
Li Qianze chuckled without disputing, implying he was just a middle school student then.
He took Qinghuan by the hand and declared cheerfully, “Grandmother, I have good news. This is my sister. My brother and I have found our sister.”
The grandmother laughed heartily, taking Song Qinghuan’s hand in hers.
She placed her other hand, weathered by age, on the back of Song Qinghuan’s hand, her old tears flowing freely, “Xixi, you are Xixi, finally you’ve returned home. That’s great! The young master must be relieved in the afterlife.”
The “young master” in her mouth referred to Li Chengyun, Li Qianze, and Song Qinghuan’s biological father.
Once seated inside the house, the grandmother held Song Qinghuan’s hand, studying her intently, “Ah, indeed the child of the young master, such a charming face.”
Li Qianze, who was nearby, couldn’t help but retort, “Charming? She’s quite ugly, not at all like a Li.”
The grandmother turned to look at Li Qianze, chastised, “You can’t bully your sister, Qianze. As a brother you must protect your sister.”
Li Qianze involuntarily turned to glance at Song Qinghuan, who was wearing a happy smile, he grumbled, “Dare I bully her? If I bullied her, would probably end up dead.”
The grandmother chuckled and chatted with Qianze for a while.
However, when she turned her attention back to Song Qinghuan, she suddenly asked suspiciously, “Young lady, who are you?”
Song Qinghuan was a little stunned.
Just as she was wondering what to say, Li Qianze, all smiles, said, “Grandmother, didn’t I just tell you? This is my sister. My brother and I found our sister.”
The grandmother looked surprised, then laughed heartily again, holding Song Qinghuan’s hand, “Xixi, you are Xixi, finally you’ve returned home. It’s great! The young master must be relieved in the afterlife.”
And so, Song Qinghuan and Li Qianze kept repeating the same conversation with their grandmother.
She would just have been informed, then pull Qinghuan’s hand and ramble on for a while, only to forget everything shortly after.
But instead of finding it boring, Song Qinghuan enjoyed the chat with her grandmother a great deal.
The place where the grandmother lived had splendid scenery, with a broad tea plantation in front. After lunch, when the grandmother needed to take her afternoon nap, Li Qianze took Song Qinghuan for a walk in the garden.
The rows of tea bushes meandered up the mountain along the contour lines. The tender spring tea leaves that had just sprouted looked exceptionally fresh and green. A few birds flew over the tea plantation. Everything was reviving, bursting with life, and everywhere was fragrant.
Song Qinghuan and Li Qianze walked slowly in the tea plantation, chatting away.
Li Qianze said, “If you consider your husband to be a cold weapon, then our elder brother is like the most terrifying bacteria. In two words, freaky, and frightening!”
