Lin Yiwan looked at her mother-in-law's eyes, which suddenly lit up, and a self-deprecating arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.
All the medicine she made for Sheng Yuelan, the shoulder massages she gave her, and the knee pads she sewed for her over the years were not as good as the news that Lin Yirou had returned home.
She suddenly felt ridiculous. She was like a clown who tried so hard to please others but could never be as good as the person who did nothing.
Her fingertips pinched into her palm unconsciously. It turned out that the fourteen years of love had not even made a splash in Sheng Yuelan's heart.
"Well, it will probably be here soon."
Never mind. Anyway, I will be divorcing Song Huaiqing soon, so there is really no need to worry about it.
After saying that, he started chatting with Chen Fangying about family matters.
She doesn't talk much, but she is always considerate and thoughtful.
Half squatting in front of Chen Fangying, he gently lifted the old woman's injured ankle, avoiding the bruises with his fingertips, and massaging the surrounding acupuncture points with just the right strength.
While massaging, she explained in a gentle voice: "Grandma, last time Mom sprained her ankle, I learned from the doctor that this can promote blood circulation and recover faster."
The early morning sunlight shines through the window onto her face, outlining her thin profile. The delicate contours of her facial features are vaguely visible between the fine lines, and a moving look flows between her tired brows.
Xie Lin looked at Lin Yiwan, who was smiling gently in front of him. Something flashed in his eyes, but he quickly looked away.
Sheng Yuelan, who was standing by, heard what Lin Yiwan said and said casually, "Mom, Yiwan's skills are really good. Let her take care of you here for a while."
Hearing this, Chen Fangying disagreed.
"How can that be possible? Wan girl still has to work! How can she delay for an old woman like me?"
Sheng Yuelan curled her lips and said, "What's so important about her job at the Agricultural Science Institute? Dealing with mud all day long is not as good as taking care of the elderly at home."
Chen Fangying immediately frowned and stomped her cane heavily, "Nonsense! How much burden has the oil beans cultivated by Wan Yatou relieved for the country? The clothes you wear and the white rice you eat, which one doesn't grow from the soil?"
The old man took Lin Yiwan's rough hand and patted it gently, "Our girl's hand, the hand holding the golden rice bowl!"
Lin Yiwan blinked, and a warm feeling surged through her heart.
"Grandma, I just put away my oil beans. I can just stay at home to sort out the materials. Let me take care of you, or I won't be at ease."
I'm leaving the Song family soon, and we will have fewer opportunities to meet in the future.
Lin Yiwan also wanted to spend more time with this old man who gave her warmth.
Chen Fangying wanted to say a few more words of advice when the door was pushed open again. Song Huaiqing walked in, exhausted, followed by the fashionably dressed Lin Yirou.
As soon as Lin Yirou entered the room, she called out in a tender voice, "Grandma! We heard that you fell and were injured. We were so worried!"
The smile on Chen Fangying's face faded a little, and she just nodded: "It's okay, just a minor injury."
Song Huaiqing glanced around the room, and froze when he saw Xie Lin: "My uncle is back?"
Then his eyes fell on Lin Yiwan who was squatting next to his grandmother, and he was suddenly stunned.
The sunlight shone through the window onto Lin Yiwan's face, casting a soft glow on her skin that had been exposed to the wind and sun for many years.
The way she lowered her head and carefully examined grandma's injuries, with a look of tender concern between her eyebrows, made Song Huaiqing vaguely recall the girl he first met more than 30 years ago.
"Huaiqing?" Lin Yirou pulled his sleeve and grumbled unhappily, "Didn't you say you would introduce me to Chief Xie?"
Song Huaiqing came back to his senses and coughed awkwardly: "Uncle, this is Yirou, she just came back from the United States."
Xie Lin nodded coldly, but didn't look at Lin Yirou's intention.
The smile on Lin Yirou's face froze, and her carefully groomed slender eyebrows slightly frowned.
She took a half step forward unwillingly and said in a soft voice with an English accent: "Thank you, Chief. I have heard of your name for a long time~"
As he said that, he reached out his hand to Xie Lin.
But Xie Lin had no intention of shaking hands with her.
Lin Yirou's fingertips hung awkwardly in the air, a hint of annoyance flashed through her eyes, but she quickly forced a sweet smile: "When I was in Paris, I often heard my brother-in-law mention you, saying that you..."
Xie Lin glanced at Song Huaiqing indifferently.
Song Huaiqing's heart sank when he received the look, and he tried to smooth things over awkwardly.
"Haha, Yirou, please sit down. My uncle has always been like this, always keeping a respectful distance from women."
Hearing this, Chen Fangying couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"Ah Lin, you are already in your forties and you don't even have someone to tell you whether you are hot or cold. When will you bring a wife back to me?"
After the failure of his previous marriage, he has no plans to get married again.
The old man was so anxious that his mouth was bubbling, and he kept saying sorry to his old comrade.
Chen Fangying saw it and became anxious too.
Hearing this, Xie Lin glanced at Lin Yiwan imperceptibly, paused, and then said, "I'm busy with military affairs, so I don't have this plan."
"Busy, busy, busy. All of you use being busy as an excuse!" Chen Fangying glared at Xie Lin in dissatisfaction.
Then he turned to Song Huaiqing, "And you, you don't know how to cherish such a good wife like Wan Yatou. Look at her hands, they are all earned by working hard for you."
Song Huaiqing loosened his tie irritably: "Grandma, don't worry about it. Yiwan...she likes to do those crop researches herself."
Lin Yiwan raised her head and looked at her husband calmly. That look made Song Huaiqing inexplicably nervous.
When had she ever looked at him like that? No admiration, no grievance, but a kind of... relief?
"Grandma," Lin Yiwan said softly, "I'll go to the kitchen to make medicine for you and prepare dinner at the same time."
She is a good cook and Chen Fangying's favorite dishes are her cooking.
But she had been squatting for too long, and when she stood up suddenly, she felt dizzy and her body swayed.
At this moment, a big hand gently supported her arm, but quickly let go.
This subtle movement was noticed by Song Huaiqing, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
Seeing this, Lin Yirou immediately took Song Huaiqing's arm and said, "Brother-in-law, shall we go buy some supplements for grandma? I know a really good store!"
She has been in the United States for a long time and has an open mind.
Chen Fangying saw this action, which seemed normal to her, but she couldn't help but frown.
"No need. The herbs that Wan Yatou brought are much better than those sold at Noodles."
Chen Fangying's voice was cold.
Lin Yirou's face froze and she looked at Song Huaiqing aggrievedly.
Song Huaiqing patted her hand soothingly, but his eyes followed Lin Yiwan's figure involuntarily.
But Lin Yiwan didn't even glance at him, let alone question the meaning of Lin Yirou's holding his hand.
Those who don't know that expression may think he is just an insignificant passerby.
Seeing her cold look, Song Huaiqing suddenly felt flustered.
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