“This is what I should do.”
There was a hint of kindness and inquiry in Mr. Jiang's eyes. "Little girl, sit down and talk." He pointed to the chair next to him, indicating that she didn't have to stand.
“Your name is Shen Liwu, is your grandfather called Shen Fuping?”
Shen Liwu was slightly startled, and her fingers tightened a few inches involuntarily. She slowly sat down on the chair, her eyes fell on Mr. Jiang's face full of traces of time, and her throat tightened a little.
"Yes, old man. My grandfather's name is indeed Shen Fuping." She spoke in a very soft voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
Old Master Jiang nodded, his eyes deep, as if he could see through her into some distant past. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair, the rhythm slow and heavy, as if he was recalling a long-forgotten past.
"Your grandfather and I are old comrades-in-arms." Grandpa Jiang's voice was a little hoarse, with the accumulation of years, "We fought together in the past and experienced life and death. I still have the genitals that your grandfather used on me."
Shen Liwu's heart skipped a beat, and his chest seemed to be pressed down by something, making it difficult to breathe.
"Where's your grandpa, is he still alive?"
Shen Liwu's fingers trembled slightly, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something. After a long while, he squeezed out a few words: "Grandpa... He is gone. He has been gone for several months."
At first she was unwilling to marry Zhou Yanjing, but it was her grandfather who made her agree to marry Zhou Yanjing before he died. One month after her grandfather passed away, she married Zhou Yanjing.
Mr. Jiang's eyes dimmed for a moment, and his gaze fell on the distant view outside the window. "Everyone who should leave has left, and I am the only one left who is still alive."
Shen Liwu clenched her fingers tightly together, her fingertips turned white, and her eyes were fixed on Mr. Jiang's lips, afraid to miss any syllable.
The air in the room seemed to be frozen, and even breathing became cautious.
Mr. Jiang's gaze was far-reaching, as if he had penetrated time and space and returned to that war-torn era. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, the rhythm slow and steady, like a silent old song.
"Girl, do you have a partner?" He changed the subject and said, "Let me tell you, I have a tall and handsome grandson. Your grandfather has saved me no less than ten times. If it weren't for him, I would have died a long time ago.
It is said that a life-saving favor should be repaid with one's own life. How about I promise you my grandson? ”
Shen Liwu: “…”
I was sad just now, why did the mood change suddenly?
She looked at Dean Liu and said, "You said this is the emergency situation for an important person?"
Dean Liu's mouth twitched slightly, and he was obviously caught off guard by Mr. Jiang's sudden topic. He cleared his throat and tried to ease the atmosphere: "Mr. Jiang, let's talk about this slowly. There's no rush."
But Mr. Jiang waved his hand, his eyes still fixed on Shen Liwu, his eyes sparkling: "How can I not be anxious? This is a big deal! I think this girl is quite pretty, and she is a good match for my boy."
Shen Liwu felt helpless, forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, and said softly: “Grandpa, I’m married and have a child.”
Mr. Jiang was stunned for a moment, the smile on his face froze instantly, and a trace of hope flashed in his eyes.
"You already have a child?" Dean Liu was confused. Didn't he have one a few days ago?
"Adopt him. He is my husband's orphan."
Director Liu breathed a sigh of relief. He thought she was pregnant, which would have delayed things.
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