Chapter 66: Grandfather and Grandson Confrontation

In the study, the heavy mahogany and the scent of ink from ancient books could not suppress the almost frozen air at this moment.

Old Master Qin sat behind a large desk, twirling the red sandalwood Buddhist beads in his hand, trying to maintain his unshakable dignity.

But the slightly tense jawline and the somewhat rapid twisting frequency betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

He raised his eyes, his gaze like a quenched hawk, filled with scrutiny and an unchallengeable pressure: "Why are you coming to my quiet place instead of guarding your sweetheart in the hospital?"

Qin Mu walked straight to the desk without stopping, and did not sit down, but stood in an almost equal and oppressive posture.

He casually threw the evidence onto the polished mahogany table, making a soft "pa" sound, but it was like thunder that broke the silence.

"Grandpa," he began, his voice steady and calm, yet every word carried weight, "Do you owe me an explanation about this?"

The old man's eyes swept over the stack of papers, his expression suddenly darkened, and then was covered with even stronger anger.

He slammed the table, his Buddhist beads clanging loudly. "Explain? What do I need to explain to you?! Qin Mu! Look at what you've become now! You've lost your soul for a man of unknown origin and ruthlessness! Are Qin's shares something you can just use to curry favor with your partner?! They're the foundation of the Qin family for generations!"

He took a breath, his heartbroken expression mixed with extreme disapproval. "A man and a man, this goes against human ethics! What can he give you? Besides making you stupid? What else can he give you? What else does the Qin family need? A legitimate heir! You need a wife who is a good match and can take on the role of mistress! Not an ambitious wolf who is impossible to tame and will eventually bite back and swallow up the Qin family!"

Qin Mu stood still, his face as calm as water, until the torrential rebuke fell, then he sneered very lightly, his laughter filled with undisguised sarcasm and icy coldness.

"Grandpa," he slowly opened his lips, his tone even gentle, but his words were as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath. "You keep saying it's for the Qin family, for the heir... But what if I tell you that my engagement with Gu Chuyue was personally arranged by my mother and his mother when we were still babies?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the study froze instantly.

The old man's furious expression froze, his pupils suddenly constricted. He was clearly caught off guard by this sudden information. "Wha...what? Nonsense! How could I not know that?"

"You wouldn't know."

Qin Mu's tone was indifferent, but with a hint of cold sarcasm, "When did my mother's decision ever need your approval?"

He did not give the other party a chance to breathe, pressing forward step by step, his momentum rising steadily, completely overwhelming the other party's pressure.

"As for the Qin family? The heir? That's ridiculous! The Qin family today is my Qin Mu's Qin family! Its future is decided by me! I can give shares to anyone I want. That's my right!"

His gaze was like a cold searchlight, shining directly into the old man's shocked and turbid eyes.

"You supported me to take this position because I was the sharpest knife, able to clear obstacles for you and safeguard the interests of the Qin family. Between us, there has always been more business than family affection. Now, my knife doesn't listen to you. Do you feel out of control?"

Qin Mu lowered his voice, carrying an unquestionable warning: "The Qin family is now named Qin."

"Just stay calm and enjoy your retirement. It's best not to interfere in Qin Shiyue's affairs. The Qin family has its place for you. But if you dare to overreach, touch my people, or interfere with my decisions..."

He paused briefly, a sharp, cold glint flashing across his eyes. "I don't mind letting you experience in advance what it means to truly 'live out your life in peace and contentment.'"

After he finished speaking, he stood up and no longer looked at the pale, trembling, and speechless old man, as if staying for another second would be a waste.

Qin Mu turned around and left with steady and resolute steps.

When Qin Mu returned to the hospital ward, the chilling cold aura around him had quietly subsided, leaving only a trace of hostility between his brows, which was accurately captured by Gu Chuyue, who was always paying attention to the movements at the door.

"Wife?" He put down the book in his hand that he hadn't turned the page for a long time, looked up at her with a questioning look.

Qin Mu walked closer and naturally reached out to rub the soft top of his head, his movements familiar and intimate.

Gu Chuyue stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Qin Mu's slender waist.

He buried his face deep into the familiar cold air of the clothes, greedily absorbing the comforting warmth.

"Wife," his voice came in a muffled tone, with a hint of barely perceptible dependence and weariness, "When can we go home?"

He hated the ubiquitous smell of disinfectant, and even more so, he hated the people and things that always intruded at inopportune times and tried to divide them.

Qin Mu lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on his soft hair. His voice was low and mellow: "Lin Wu has made arrangements for today."

Qin Mu's words, "Lin Wu has already made arrangements for today," seemed to carry magic.

The last trace of gloom between Gu Chuyue's eyebrows was instantly dispelled.

He almost jumped up from the hospital bed and began to pack up his few personal belongings with a quick movement, so fast that Qin Mu raised an eyebrow.

From this appearance, it is impossible to tell who the person was who was just leaning on his arms and humming "When will you come home?"

Returning to his long-missed home, the familiar atmosphere enveloped him. Qin Mu was like a cat that had finally returned to its own territory. He teased Gu Chuyue, "It's better than over in Beishan."

Gu Chuyue followed Qin Mu closely, as if afraid that he would disappear in the blink of an eye. He said pitifully, "Brother."

Qin Mu saw it and felt a little embarrassed, but he also had some thoughts of teasing her.

Before going to bed that night, he leaned against the door frame of the master bedroom, looking at Gu Chuyue who was busy putting their pajamas together, and said casually: "Baby, the doctor said I need to rest completely for a while."

Gu Chuyue didn't even raise his head and replied as a matter of course: "Well, so I have to be quiet and take good care of my wife."

Qin Mu continued slowly: "What I mean is, maybe... sleeping separately will be better for my recovery?"

His tone was flat, as if he was discussing tomorrow's weather.

That's absolutely true.

Gu Chuyue is really full of energy.

Although I didn't finish it, it was still very tiring.

Gu Chuyue's movement of making the bed froze instantly.

He turned around abruptly, his eyes becoming quiet. No longer obedient, he gave me a deep, controlling gaze: "...What did you say?"

The tone was calm, but there was hidden pressure.

Qin Mu seemed not to notice the subtle change in aura, and continued analyzing in that lazy tone, even yawning deliberately.

"Look, sleeping together is bound to affect each other. And you sleep like an octopus. What if you accidentally touch my wound while sleeping..."