"Oh, we didn't talk about anything," Yin Wenxi said calmly. "We were just reflecting on how time flies. As people get older, they really need to take better care of their health."
"Mom..." Jiang Can bit her lip, the words lingering on her lips, but it took her a long time to finally decide to ask them.
"Have you already met Uncle Yin?"
Yin Wenxi paused for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Yes."
"What a coincidence!" Jiang Can looked at her incredulously and laughed. "Mom, do you know that the person I've always wanted to introduce to you is him! Uncle Yin also has a Siamese cat. Last time I was even planning to have you bring Fatty Orange to meet him!"
Fu Xiuyu coughed lightly twice, and Yin Wenxi remained silent.
Only Huo Zhixing held her small hand tightly in his palm.
Jiang Can paused for a moment, then noticed that the expressions on these people's faces seemed a little off.
But I really can't quite put my finger on what's wrong.
Fu Xiuyu was meticulous. She knew that with Jiang Can's intelligence, she would be able to figure it out after a little thought, and then Yin Wenxi would be unable to hide anything from her.
It would be better to kill this topic now.
So she smiled, stepped forward, took Jiang Can's hand, and said with a smile, "Can Can, your mom fell down at home alone the other day! I was thinking that since you and Xiao Cheng aren't usually around, she's a little lonely, so..."
"So you also think Uncle Yin is suitable, right?" Jiang Can was overjoyed.
"Hmm?" Fu Xiuyu blinked.
What she really meant was, "So you should hire a nanny to take care of your mom at home!"
But Jiang Can's innocent yet expectant smile made her even more unsure how to smooth things over.
In the ward, Yin Ruohong woke up feeling dizzy and disoriented, her head swollen to the point of being twice its original size.
His once handsome face was now swollen into a large, fleshy bun with eighteen folds, his eyes squeezed into slits. Because of the swelling, he could only make muffled noises no matter how hard he tried to open his mouth; he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
Jiang Can quietly went in and saw him like this, feeling both heartache and an irresistible urge to laugh.
“Uncle Yin.” She sat on the edge of the bed, her gentle smile like a ray of warm sunshine shining into Yin Ruohong’s heart.
Everyone else came in too.
When Yin Ruohong saw them, she tried her best to open her eyes wide.
No matter how hard he tries, his eyes are still just a line. The only difference is that they are thin lines when he's not staring, and thick lines when he is.
"Uncle, are you alright?" Jiang Can looked at him with concern. "You're allergic to coffee, so why did you go to a coffee shop? No wonder you didn't show up when I asked you out last time; it turns out it's because you can't drink coffee!"
"Wuu..." Yin Ruohong could only make this indistinct sound from her throat.
The moment he saw Huo Zhixing, he was reminded of Huo Wenyuan's words and his intention to abandon Jiang Can and marry another woman, which fueled his anger.
He struggled to sit up and pointed at Huo Zhixing.
"Waaah!"
"Uncle Yin, what did you say?"
Yin Ruohong was sweating profusely with anxiety, "Waaah!"
Huo Zhixing looked at him indifferently.
This old man, with that voice, sounds even more like Fatty Orange!
He scoffed and gave him a mocking look.
"I know, what Uncle meant was that he wants to rest now and we shouldn't disturb him!"
"Waaah!"
Yin Ruohong's face turned red.
At that moment, Huo Zhixing placed his hand on Jiang Can's waist.
Yin Ruohong kept whimpering and gesturing wildly. Jiang Can looked left and right, not understanding what was going on.
Just as things were getting lively, Yin Wenxi suddenly roared, "Stop yelling!"
Yin Ruohong froze, falling silent instantly.
Yin Wenxi rolled her eyes at him, exuding an imposing aura. The man on the hospital bed, his head drooping, carefully lay back down, making sure to pull the blanket over his head.
The ward was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Fu Xiuyu took a deep breath and was the first to react. She tugged at Yin Wenxi's sleeve and gave her a wink.
Then, looking at the bewildered Jiang Can, he smiled and said, "Um... you go home with Zhixing first, your mother and I will take care of things here!"
Jiang Can frowned slightly, her mind filled with doubts.
Judging from my mom's attitude towards Yin Ruohong... it doesn't seem like a first meeting!
"Mom?" She was about to ask something when someone gently knocked on the door.
"Young Master, Miss Jiang." The person who came was Uncle Cen. After greeting him, he saw Fu Xiuyu and bowed very respectfully. "President Fu is here too."
"What's the matter, Uncle Cen?"
Uncle Cen smiled and said, "The old master wants the young master to come back to the manor for dinner tonight."
“Oh,” Jiang Can nodded, looking at Huo Zhixing, “Then hurry up and go!”
“It’s not just the young master.” Uncle Cen looked at her with affection. “The old master specifically instructed that the young master must take Miss Jiang back. The car is downstairs. Young master, Miss Jiang, please!”
Fu Xiuyu breathed a sigh of relief and gave Huo Zhixing a look, signaling him to quickly take Jiang Can away.
Jiang Can had no choice but to suppress her doubts and go to the manor with Huo Zhixing.
The dinner menu was limited, but each dish was meticulously prepared, displaying exquisite craftsmanship and luxury.
Huo Wenyuan tasted each dish twice before putting down his chopsticks and wiping his mouth.
He never eats much.
Seeing that his grandfather had regained his previous appetite, and hearing from Uncle Cen that Huo Wenyuan had stopped drinking that tonic recently and that Yin Ruohong came to help him clear his meridians every day, Huo Zhixing was relieved that his grandfather was finally in good health.
Huo Zhixing was finally relieved.
He stole a glance at Jiang Can, then thought of Yin Ruohong's chubby face, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile.
"I heard Chairman Yin is ill?" Huo Wenyuan's deep voice came, and he looked up at Huo Zhixing. "What exactly happened?"
"It's an allergy," Huo Zhixing replied calmly, cutting his steak with a knife and fork as he spoke. "It's nothing serious, it's just that I can't come to give Grandpa acupuncture these next couple of days."
"Oh, it's more important to get well soon." Huo Wenyuan looked at Cen Bo, "Please convey my regards to Chairman Yin."
"Yes, sir."
"And another thing," Huo Wenyuan said seriously, "when he was here that day, I noticed he looked like a puffed-up pufferfish. Now that he's had an allergic reaction, doesn't he look even more like one?"
"..." Cen Bo didn't know how to answer and almost burst out laughing.
That old man has that ability; he can insult people without batting an eye.
"Old Cen," Huo Wenyuan said again, "go and get the things!"
Cen Bo understood and quickly turned and left.
Jiang Can paused, her hand holding the knife and fork still. She felt two beams of light shining on her. Looking up, she saw Huo Wenyuan staring at her with a complicated expression and an ambiguous smile on his lips.
Jiang Can paused, vaguely sensing that what Cen Bo had gone to retrieve was related to her.
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