Even the Shen family came over.

Xu Qingzhi glanced at Shen Jiazhou, then silently hid behind Shen Fang and Xu Zhen. He always avoided his second brother whenever possible, keeping his presence to a minimum.

Shen Jiazhou walked in, and everyone looked at each other and fell silent. He walked smoothly to the bedside.

Old Master Shen opened his eyes and looked at him, weakly saying, "You've come."

Shen Jiazhou looked at him and said softly, "Grandpa."

With oxygen in hand and his cloudy eyes staring at the ceiling, Old Master Shen finally sighed, "Everyone out."

The others weren't too keen on leaving, and Old Master Shen was too lazy to even get angry. He said, "Are you forcing me to... donate my inheritance?"

The housekeeper sighed and asked everyone else to leave. Less than a minute later, the ward became quiet.

Shen Jiazhou pulled up a chair and sat down by the hospital bed. He glanced at the fruit on the bedside table, picked up an orange, and started peeling it.

The refreshing scent of oranges diluted the smell of disinfectant. Shen Jiazhou threw away the orange peel, popped a segment into his mouth, and found it quite sweet.

Grandpa Shen watched him eat oranges without saying a word, and then, for some reason, he chuckled.

Shen Jiazhou looked up at him, and then the old man slowly said, "When you were little, you liked to eat oranges, but you didn't like to peel them, saying that you would get your hands dirty."

Shen Jiazhou popped another segment of orange into his mouth and mumbled, "Really? I don't remember very well."

“Every time, you would ask Ah Chen if he wanted some, and ask him to peel the oranges for you.” Grandpa Shen couldn’t help but chuckle as he said this: “Ah Chen would tease you by saying he wouldn’t peel them, and you would cry and insist that he peel the oranges for you. Later, when Ah Chen saw that you were crying so sadly, he peeled two for you, and you laughed again.”

Shen Jiazhou didn't really remember some things from his childhood, but after hearing what Grandpa Shen said, he vaguely had this impression.

He remembered that Shen Jiachen was like that; even after he had already exposed him, he would always say something to deceive him.

Can Can is exactly like him, all she knows is how to bully others.

Shen Jiazhou's thoughts wandered a bit, and then he heard Old Master Shen sigh. He said, "Jiazhou, with great power comes great expectations. No matter what, the Shen family is still your home."

Shen Jiazhou put the last orange segment into his mouth and said calmly, "Grandpa, a long time ago, I was my own family."

Old Master Shen was silent for a moment: "Do you think I'm being biased?"

Shen Jiazhou didn't answer immediately, but instead took out a tissue and slowly wiped his fingers: "I'm not here today to discuss whether you're biased or not, or whether I'm wronged."

He threw the tissue into the trash can and finally looked at Grandpa Shen again: "It's only because you are my and Shen Jiachen's grandfather. If you ask me anything else or ask me for anything else, I can only say that I can't do it."