Would it be impolite to write Chapter 500?
“That’s right, it’s just a minor scrape,” Mu Yuke’s father said. “It’s good that you’re not making a fuss about it.”
Mu's mother also agreed: "Yes, yes, yes."
Old Master Qin frowned slightly.
Seeing that Mu Yuke remained silent, he didn't say anything more in the end, and all his words were summed up in one sentence: "Tell me when you've thought it through."
After saying this and showing some more concern, he left with Jiang Ruan.
As he stepped out of the ward, Old Master Qin's brows were furrowed with worry.
Jiang Ruan asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Your second uncle is such a good-for-nothing. Not only does he have no skills, but he's also learned to beat his wife." Old Master Qin was furious. He hadn't heard about this since he had scolded him many years ago.
Now it seems...
It did happen.
It's just that Qin Muchi, that scoundrel, doesn't let anyone talk about it.
"What kind of compensation do you think would be best for your second aunt?" Old Master Qin asked, his mind filled with mixed emotions. "She won't tell me."
Jiang Ruan glanced into the ward, recalling her second aunt's hesitant expression earlier: "Any compensation is fine?"
"As long as it can be made up for," said Grandpa Qin.
"Give me a divorce certificate."
Jiang Ruan said.
Old Master Qin: "???"
Grandpa Qin looked surprised, as if he hadn't expected her to say that, and refused without hesitation: "No, what kind of talk is it to give someone a divorce certificate?"
"Are you afraid the Qin family will lose face?" Jiang Ruan asked.
“This has nothing to do with saving face.” Old Master Qin had a different idea from her. In the end, his thinking was still traditional. “As the old saying goes, it’s better to tear down a temple than to break up a marriage. Let’s think about something else.”
If word gets out, people will think that the Qin family can't distinguish right from wrong, that it was clearly Qin Muchi's fault, yet they kicked Mu Yuke out of the Qin family.
"What if my aunt really wants a divorce?" Jiang Ruan asked.
My aunt's eyes and expression just now clearly showed that she wanted a divorce but didn't dare to say it.
Old Master Qin frowned: "Are you serious?"
“Hmm.” Jiang Ruan understood his thinking and slowly said to him, “She has to live in fear every day with her second uncle, so it would be better for her to divorce and live separately.”
"This is just your idea," Old Master Qin said, not rushing to agree. "What if Yu Ke doesn't want a divorce?"
Jiang Ruan: "You can ask."
Old Master Qin hesitated, "Wouldn't that be impolite?"
Jiang Ruan: "No."
Old Master Qin: "Really?"
Jiang Ruan hummed in agreement.
Qin Muchi has a very short temper, and his aunt's own parents don't side with her. Given these factors, his aunt doesn't dare to bring it up rashly. After all, she doesn't have much contact with her grandfather, and the consequences of not being able to divorce would be too great.
But if Grandpa says so, she might have the courage.
“Go ask her.” Old Master Qin couldn’t bring himself to do it, feeling it was extremely impolite. “If she really wants a divorce, I will handle it.”
"Okay," Jiang Ruan agreed.
Grandpa Qin nodded and walked towards Qin Muchi's ward.
Unsurprisingly.
Qin Muchi was scolded by Old Master Qin.
Seeing her grandfather's face turn red with anger, Jiang Ruan quickly comforted him, not wanting him to ruin his health by getting upset over someone unworthy.
Fortunately, the old man listened to Jiang Ruan's words, scolded Qin Muchi and then gave him a warning: "You should reflect on your actions during this time. If I see you causing trouble for Jiang Ye and Yu Ke again, you'll be punished according to family rules!"
"I really don't know if I'm your son or she's your daughter," Qin Muchi scoffed. "So biased."
"What did you say?" Old Master Qin's voice turned serious.
"It's nothing." Qin Muchi's expression wasn't very good, but considering that the will hadn't been drawn up yet, he suppressed his emotions and said perfunctorily, "You don't need to worry about this scoundrel of mine. You should go and see that good grandson next door who beat his father."
"You deserved to be hit." Old Master Qin showed no mercy whatsoever.
Qin Muchi's expression was somber.
"If you hadn't hit Yu Ke, would Jiang Ye have argued with you?" Old Master Qin said bluntly, not afraid of angering him. "You, as his father, don't know what kind of temper he has, but I, as his grandfather, do not?"
Qin Muchi's face was ashen, and his hands on the bed clenched tightly.
Old Master Qin scolded him a few times before leaving.
This is Qin Jiangye's hospital room at this time.
He sat on the hospital bed, fiddling with the bandages on his arm, and asked Secretary Qin, his head wrapped in several layers of gauze, "Did you buy the mangoes I asked you to?"
Secretary Qin: "..."
Secretary Qin: "The doctor said you have a mild concussion."
"So, did you buy the mangoes?" Qin Jiangye asked casually, as if the injuries on his head and body had no effect on him.
Secretary Qin: "No."
Qin Jiangye lay down on the bed, his tone languid: "Then hurry up and buy it, I'll have to atone for my sins when my little cousin arrives later."
Secretary Qin replied emotionlessly, "It's too late, they've already arrived."
Qin Jiangye: "?"
He was about to speak.
Four people walked into the ward.
Jiang Ruan, Grandpa Qin, Tang Bai, and Mo Mo.
"You guys are really easy to fool." Qin Jiangye stood up, looking nonchalant and unserious. "I just made one phone call and you guys came over."
"Even in this state, you can still smile." Old Master Qin felt heartbroken looking at the bandages on his head and hands. After all, he was his beloved grandson who had been cherished for over twenty years.
"It's not like I'm the one who lost." Qin Jiangye leaned against the bed. "Why can't I laugh?"
Old Master Qin: "..."
Jiang Ruan: "..."
"If we hadn't lacked any suitable hard tools, my dad would have been the only one in the hospital." Qin Jiangye thought about what happened last night and felt that he hadn't performed well.
Who would have thought that his good-for-nothing father, who had just thrown an ashtray, would have the strength to pick up a solid wooden chair with one hand and smash it down on him?
If he had known how strong he was, he wouldn't have taken that useless whip.
"You still have the nerve to talk back?" Old Master Qin feigned anger, but was actually worried, afraid that he would act impulsively again and hurt himself. "Don't you know how to call for help? Didn't we give you a cell phone?"
“You don’t understand, this is a duel between father and son.” Qin Jiangye had shed the impulsiveness of last night and had regained his usual personality. “I will not allow anyone else to interfere.”
Old Master Qin glared at him, too lazy to talk to him anymore.
After asking Secretary Qin, who was standing next to me, I was relieved to learn that he was alright, but I still couldn't help but say a few more words to him.
Qin Jiangye listened attentively.
After the old man finished speaking, Qin Jiangye casually asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Old Master Qin: "What, are you already annoyed?"
"No." Qin Jiangye shifted his gaze from him to Jiang Ruan. "I have some private matters I'd like to discuss with my cousin, and it's not appropriate for you to be here."
Old Master Qin snorted coldly: "You have no private matters to discuss with that soft girl."
Qin Jiangye curled his lips into a smile: "Ask her."
Grandpa Qin looked at Jiang Ruan.
Jiang Ruan pursed her lips and remained silent.
Although he didn't say anything, Old Master Qin understood perfectly.
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