Yan Ning walked a few steps to the bedside and grasped Su Chengyue's withered hand that he had raised.

She bent down and said gently, "Grandpa, please don't move around, just lie down."

"What are you saying? I'm your granddaughter. How could I not come when you're sick?"

She put Su Chengyue's hand back under the covers.

She tucked the blanket around him again, her movements gentle and considerate.

Su Chengyue was clearly moved by this filial piety, and his eyes welled up with tears.

"Good, good child... Grandpa didn't spoil you for nothing."

"By the way, what about Mu Yao? How is Mu Yao's child? Did she survive?"

Yan Ning smiled reassuringly and softened her voice:

"She's out of danger, Grandpa, don't worry. The doctor said she's out of danger, she just needs to rest for a while."

"Oh, thank goodness... I'm so glad you're alright, I'm so glad you're alright..."

Su Chengyue let out a long sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed.

At this moment, Yan Ning's gaze fell on the fruit basket on the bedside table.

She smiled, picked up an apple and a fruit knife, and said:

"Grandpa, let me peel an apple for you. It's good to have some fruit."

"Okay, okay." Su Chengyue looked at Yan Ning with affection, his face full of satisfaction.

The ward was quiet.

Yan Ning kept her head down, intently peeling the apple.

Her long eyelashes drooped down, obscuring the emotions in her eyes.

As she peeled the apple, she spoke naturally:

"Grandpa, I'm really scared by all the bad things that have happened to our family this time, and I've been thinking a lot about it."

“My father passed away early and left me most of the company’s shares, hoping that I could take on the responsibility of the family.”

"But the company situation is complicated right now, and you're getting on in years. This sudden serious illness and hospitalization really breaks my heart..."

Su Chengyue's kind expression stiffened slightly, and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes:

"Ningning... what do you mean by that?"