He couldn't help but feel happy for Mr. Cen.
Although they had not known each other for a long time, he was convinced that Mrs. Ye was a person who kept her word.
Now that Mr. Cen is in his old age, he can finally enjoy his retirement surrounded by his children and grandchildren.
Mr. Jiang was laughing so hard that his back teeth were almost visible.
Old Man Cen, who should have been the happiest, was stunned. He stared at Mrs. Ye as if he couldn't believe his ears.
Mrs. Ye felt a little embarrassed by his gaze. She turned around, picked up Qingtian, and let her sit on her lap. Then she pointed at Mr. Cen and said, "Qingtian, call me great-grandfather."
"Great-grandfather!"
Qingtian's voice was sweet and crisp, which made Old Cen's nose feel sore and his eyes instantly red. Two lines of hot tears slid down his wrinkled cheeks.
When Qingtian saw him crying, she was a little at a loss and thought she had called him the wrong name.
But it seems like mom wants me to call her that?
Qingtian suddenly twisted his body, broke free from Mrs. Ye's arms, slid off her legs, and walked around the table to Mr. Cen.
Then she took out a piece of candy from her purse and handed it to Mr. Cen.
"Brother Qin brought me some pine nut candy. It's delicious. I'll give it to you. Don't cry."
Looking at the piece of candy lying in Qingtian's white and tender palm, Old Cen's tears kept flowing out like a flood.
He squatted down with tears in his eyes, held Qingtian's little hand, and said with a sob: "Dear child, can you scream again so that Grandpa can hear it?"
"Great-grandfather--" Qingtian hesitated, but still called out again.
"Hey! Hey!" Old Cen agreed repeatedly and hugged Qingtian in his arms, not knowing how to cherish him.
The lunch took more than an hour to finish, and Mr. Wei even started eating again after he felt he had digested some of it.
Old Cen was too excited, and he dragged Boss Ye to drink a lot of wine, calling them all family members.
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Mr. Cen was so drunk that he could hardly stand.
Mr. Jiang sent someone to take him to the guest room to rest.
He slept until night.
After waking up, I felt a splitting headache and for a moment I couldn't tell whether what happened before was real or a dream.
"Someone come here!" Old Cen shouted from inside the house.
Qiu Wei quickly pushed the door open and said, "Mr. Cen, you're awake. Please have a drink of water first."
Mr. Cen was indeed very thirsty, but he did not rush to drink it after taking it. Instead, he was eager to confirm whether he was dreaming or not.
"Where are Madam You and her family?"
"After lunch, they packed up and returned to Rongxi Village."
When Mr. Cen heard this, he was shocked and fell back onto the bed.
"I was saying, God is not so kind. In the end, I still ended up with a miserable old age..."
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