Chapter 52: Can't check in? Then buy the guesthouse.

"Grandma, please come in first."

Song Nian'an came out and helped her grandmother into the sofa.

Grandma was wearing a light blue dress with yellow floral prints today, paired with a camel-colored trench coat. Although her hair was all white, it looked exceptionally vibrant against her gold earrings.

Grandma smiled kindly, and the room felt warm and inviting as soon as I entered.

He patted Song Nian'an on the back and said, "Happy birthday, Nian'an."

"Thank you, Grandma."

Grandma took a box out of her pocket and handed it to Song Nian'an with a smile: "This is a birthday present that Grandma prepared for you."

Song Nian'an took the box, opened it, and saw a silver coin.

My grandmother's father was a veteran of the Red Army, and these are commemorative coins from the Long March.

Grandma shared stories of what happened with her parents back then, and Song Nian'an listened patiently with a smile on his face. From traversing the "eternal snow mountain" of Dangling Mountain to skillfully crossing the Jinsha River, he marveled at the hardships endured by the older generation of revolutionaries.

Wen Jing was making tea with practiced ease.

"Oh, by the way, Nian'an brought you some fruit in the car," Grandma said, coughing twice in a low voice.

"Why are you coughing, Grandma? Are you not dressed warmly enough?" Song Nian'an frowned.

"I'm dressed warmly enough, but the temperature has dropped these past few days, and my health isn't what it used to be," Grandma said with a smile.

As a result, Wen Jing exposed his grandmother, muttering under his breath, "Maybe she stayed up all night playing mahjong again last night, just like the young people."

Grandma couldn't stop smiling. "I just played a little late yesterday because I won a bit more..."

They chatted for a long time. Thanks to Song Nian'an, Grandma seemed to have become more active and started sharing her old stories again.

Wen Jing took out the phone she had prepared for her grandmother from the room and taught her step by step how to save phone numbers, send WeChat messages, and even downloaded the game "Happy Match" for her.

"You can message us anytime from now on, whenever you want to chat." Song Nian'an pointed to the button for speaking, "Here, you can also send a voice message by long-pressing. Grandma, you can try it."

“I created a group chat. It just includes my grandma, Wenjing, and me. If I send a message here, all three of us can see it.”

Grandma put on her reading glasses hanging around her neck and pointed at the screen, trying to recognize the unfamiliar icons and apps. Song Nian'an had to explain each part two or three times before Grandma could barely remember them for a while.

Then he turned to Nian'an and asked, "Nian'an, what is this group?"

Grandma lowered her glasses, letting them hang on the bridge of her nose, pursed her lips, and looked up with a smile like a child who had done something wrong, saying, "I'm too old, I can't learn anymore."

Song Nian'an mimicked her grandmother's expression, blinking her eyelashes as she looked at Wen Jing, "I'm too old to imitate anymore."

I really don't understand this old man and this child.

The late autumn sunlight streamed in from a corner of the window, casting dappled light on the sofa, where the three of them enjoyed a harmonious moment.

As the sun set, Grandma took the two of them back to the Wen family's old house for dinner.

"Grandpa." Wen Jing led his men to the front hall of the teahouse and greeted the person in the head seat. Song Nian'an bowed as well. Before the person next to her could speak, Grandma led her men into the inner courtyard.

Grandma cultivated a plot of land in the small courtyard and grew some vegetables there.

Song Nian'an also has a say in the matter of growing vegetables.

Song Nian'an helped her grandmother pick vegetables, washed some small fruits, and then went to the pastry shop to make a cake together.

Li Wanru came downstairs and saw Wen Jing leaning against the door alone, so she took the opportunity to go up and chat with him.

"Brother Wen, have you been busy at work lately? Why don't we go over there and rest for a bit?"

"Need not."

"I saw your trending topic. I didn't know Brother Wen was so good at games. When you have time, can you teach me a game?"

"I'm busy."

"Brother Wen, please don't be like this. I can play other games too. Although I'm not particularly good at them, I can learn slowly. Plus, with a teacher like Brother Wen, I can easily become a master! And..."

"Alright, cousin, I'm just playing games with your sister-in-law." Wen Jing handed Li Wanru a business card. "If you really want to play and learn, this is our team manager's business card. The team members can play with you whenever they're not training."

After saying that, he went inside.

Li Wanru clutched the business card tightly in her hand, crumpling it into a small circle, and walked away in her high heels.

"What did you say to her that made her so angry, like her face had run away from home?"

Wen Jing picked up a piece of cream, squeezed some onto her finger, and fed it to Song Nian'an.

"I didn't say anything. My cousin had some work-related questions for me, and I gave her one of my employees' business cards."

Does my cousin also work at Mr. Wen's company? I've never heard of her before.

Grandma interrupted them, "Let's stop talking about business and make a nice cake for Nian'an today!"

To make Nian'an's birthday less awkward, Grandma asked the housekeeper to bring a small wooden table to her room, where the cake was set up.

Wen Jing lit three candles with a match, and Song Nian'an put her hands together and made a sincere wish.

He leaned against the window, his eyes full of doting affection.

Song Nian'an closed her eyes.

I hope that I can become a designer in the future and design my own independent studio.

I hope to make lots of money happily and have great luck in the future.

I hope my grandmother, Wen Jing, and everyone around me will always be happy and healthy.

Song Nian'an opened her eyes and blew out the candles: "Okay, thank you Grandma, thank you husband!"

The autumn rain was chilly, and by the time they finished dinner and were preparing to go home, a rain shower had already brought a gentle coolness.

After saying goodbye to my grandmother, I drove away.

The scenery outside the car window rushed past like a film reel, the cold wind howled outside, and raindrops dripped down the glass like beads from a broken string.

Wen Jing drove slowly, raised an eyebrow, and said leisurely, "How about we don't go back today?"

"What did you say.."

The car was quiet; you could hear Wen Jing breathing. He squinted and said, "Let's find a guesthouse and give you an unforgettable birthday."

His facial expression was very serious.

What makes it unforgettable? Staying in a guesthouse and sleeping under a blanket?

Does he want to do something else today...?

"Others" refers to...

Song Nian'an blushed so deeply that her face felt like it was about to bleed from the strange thoughts in her head.

Wen Jing is no different; his hands are driving, and his mind is driving too. Who can stand that?

They found a guesthouse at the foot of the mountain.

"Hello handsome, please show me your ID card."

...

"You cannot check in without your ID card."

The two locked eyes, then exchanged ID cards...

It was the first time Wen Jing had stayed in a guesthouse by herself, and the two of them sat at the entrance of the guesthouse for a long time.

Song Nian'an observed the lobby of the guesthouse. The entire design seemed out of place in the mountains, lacking any style.

"How about we go back and reschedule for another day?" Song Nian'an asked.

After all, if we wait for the assistant to bring the ID card, the news might spread throughout the company by tomorrow.

The receptionist muttered under her breath, "Why would someone come all the way to the mountains and countryside to hook up without an ID card?"

Now he's sitting still and won't move, so I can't even play on my phone or slack off.

A moment later, the receptionist received a phone call.

He put down his phone and bowed repeatedly as he approached.

"Excuse me, boss, please go ahead and arrange a deluxe mountain view suite for you right now."

Could it be that he bought this guesthouse? He even changed his address to "boss"?

Wen Jing took Song Nian'an's hand and stepped into the elevator. "I bought it, it's a gift for you."

As the elevator doors closed, Wen Jing whispered, "This is my first birthday present today."

Huh? The first one?

drop.

The door was opened.

"Boss, please take a rest."

The door was closed.

All around were the sounds of the mountain breeze tapping against the windows, quiet and mysterious.

Wen Jing pressed down on him, "Now deliver the second one."

He took something out of his pocket.

"Why... why did you carry it on your person? Aren't you afraid it will fall out and Grandma will see it?" Song Nian'an's voice was hoarse, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Wen Jing lifted her arm, and Song Nian'an was pulled onto his lap.

From last night until noon.

From noon until late evening, and then into the middle of the night.

Song Nian'an didn't even know when she fell asleep.

In his last lucid moment, he vaguely glanced at the pitch-black sky outside the window.

Then he closed his eyes, and his consciousness completely drifted away.