Sangjing Villa
Butler Zhu looked more than ten years older. He was already old, and now his hair was completely white.
Butler Zhu took a rag and wiped the young master's room clean, then wiped the living room. The servants wanted to help, but Butler Zhu stopped them.
For the past two years, he has been prone to overthinking and has been having strange dreams at night, sometimes dreaming of the young master doing this, sometimes that.
I don't know if he was bullied at the Commonwealth school, but Mr. Wen's health is deteriorating day by day, and he often has to rely on medical equipment to get through the day.
I almost died last year.
Butler Zhu sighed all day long and couldn't eat or sleep well.
He contacted Yang Zhuo several times, but the boy was as cold as ice. No matter what he asked, he would only give a mechanical answer: "Young Master is fine," or "Young Master is very well."
But he couldn't get through on the phone for a long time.
Several years ago, Situ Ming told Yang Zhuo to go back to school and not to investigate those matters anymore, but he didn't listen. Instead, he delved deeper into the matter, determined to find out the reason why his wife and eldest son had an accident.
Therefore, there was no need for him to contact Situ Ming.
These were all things the old butler knew.
The old housekeeper was wiping the furniture as usual today.
Situ Ming's health had improved considerably. His hair was half-tied up, and his eyesight had deteriorated somewhat, so he was wearing glasses.
Duan Peng and the others hadn't had a chance to ask Situ Ming about what had happened during this time.
However, the group could clearly sense that Situ Ming had changed. His gaze was now gloomy, cold, and sharp, and his whole demeanor was eerie and terrifying.
Completely devoid of his former youthful naiveté, he became cold and aloof after leaving the hotel. Even as he sat in the car gazing at the hotel's location, Duan Peng could still clearly feel that joy and anticipation.
But when the car windows were closed, the air temperature inside the car dropped several degrees, and it kept getting lower until it reached freezing point.
Back at Sangjing Villa, Situ Ming stood at the gate and asked Duan Peng, "Where's that old man?"
Duan Peng felt a lot of pressure. "Uncle Wen... is in the hospital."
Duan Peng explained, "When you went missing, Uncle Wen was already in the hospital. I didn't dare tell him, but I mobilized everyone to look for you. When I went to Europe, I told Uncle Wen that I needed to go to your school to complete the procedures."
Duan Peng told all sorts of lies in order to deceive Wen Zhengtian.
“Young Master, I… told Uncle Wen that you didn’t want to come back, nor did you want to call back.” In short, Situ Ming used to ignore Wen Zhengtian, and this time he didn’t even make a single phone call.
When Wen Zhengtian heard this, he was so angry that the brat didn't even want to call him. He almost fainted.
Situ Ming remained silent for a long time before saying, "Turn around and go to the hospital."
The driver turned around, and the group went to the hospital.
Wen Zhengtian had just finished inhaling oxygen and was resting with his eyes closed while receiving an IV drip when the door was pushed open.
Situ Ming walked in coldly, closed the door, and sat down on the small sofa next to Wen Zhengtian's bed.
Duan Peng and the others were waiting outside in the corridor.
Wen Zhengtian was frightened because some of his old comrades-in-arms and subordinates, some of whom had sacrificed their lives, would come in and chat with him in this way in the middle of the night.
He even greeted them with a smile, telling them they could chat with him anytime they wanted.
He clearly knew they had been killed...
Now, his children's entertainment has also entered like this...
Wen Zhengtian abruptly pulled out the IV, threw off the covers, and got out of bed. His cloudy eyes widened, and he called out, "Tong Le!"
Tears streamed down her aged face, and then she tremblingly raised her hand to touch Situ Ming's face, but quickly withdrew it, afraid that her movement would startle Situ Ming's soul.
"You, you're back?" The old man was barely able to hold on.
At first, Situ Ming didn't understand what was wrong with the old man, but now he realized that the old man thought he was dead and that his ghost had come to find him.
Situ Ming had intended to play a trick on the old man, but later gave up the idea, having to admit that this was the only bit of family he had left in the world.
While he was in the cage, he wondered what would happen if the old man knew he died before him.
Now he knows that the old man really does follow suit.
Somewhat helplessly, he stood up; his height was already a head taller than Wen Zhengtian's.
Seeing the old man still looking at him with trembling eyes, he stepped forward and hugged his grandfather for the first time, calling out, "Grandpa!"
The first time the grandfather and grandson met, Wen Zhengtian grabbed Situ Minghou by the collar and went back to Sangjing Villa. This was the first time he had hugged Wen Zhengtian.
"Haha, my Tongle, my Tongle, haha, haha..."
Wen Zhengtian cried, sobbing loudly. The old man raised his wrinkled hands, hugged Situ Ming, and pounded Situ Ming's back while crying loudly.
"Even you've left, you don't want me anymore, my Tongle, my Tongle, my poor Tongle... Ahahaha..."
That brat would never be this affectionate with his grandfather, nor would he ever call him grandfather. The brat only ever teases him, doing whatever it takes to annoy him. And now… now…
His childhood joy, his childhood joy...
Situ Ming felt increasingly uneasy as he listened. He frowned and pulled away the weeping old man. "You old fool, I'm not dead! I'm alive!"
She then complained, "You look awful crying!"
Wen Zhengtian couldn't believe it, "Tong Le?"
Situ Ming nodded, "Yes, he's alive, not dead yet," then added, "You, on the other hand, are about to die!"
He just couldn't be nice to that old man.
After a few words, Wen Zhengtian was certain: this was indeed that brat.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, he wiped his face, turned around, and acted as if nothing had happened. He went to bed, covered himself with the blanket in one smooth motion, and even pressed the call button on the bedside table.
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