"Grandpa, this is what Yuanyuan asked me to bring you. General Zhou has some too." Wen Ziqing pulled a small can of tea from his pocket and handed it to Wen Yiran. Zhou Yuanyuan didn't get along well with the two women in the Wen family, and she didn't want to bother him by coming to the Wen family. But Wen Yiran had always been nice to her, and she knew what was good and what was bad. So, when she prepared the spiritual tea for General Zhou, she also prepared a portion for Wen Yiran and asked Wen Ziqing to bring it to him. Wen Ziqing naturally wanted to improve Zhou Yuanyuan's "favorability" with Wen Yiran whenever he had the chance.
"Oh? Then thank Yuanyuan for me. This gift really touches Grandpa's heart." Wen Yiran's eyes were beaming with joy. The gift Zhou Yuanyuan gave to General Zhou was definitely not ordinary stuff. The most precious thing was that Yuanyuan also remembered to prepare one for herself. It seemed that Ziqing and Yuanyuan had a good relationship. This was what made Wen Yiran happiest.
Wen Yiran wasn't just talking. After accepting the can of tea from Wen Ziqing, he quickly stored it away in his own tea cabinet like a treasure. He planned to have a few close friends come over to taste the tea, a gift from his future granddaughter-in-law, in a few days.
Wen Ziqing was also happy to see Wen Yiran, who seemed to have regained his youth. Although Wen Yiran hadn't told Wen Ziqing about Wen Yulong's situation, Wen Ziqing knew that Wen Yiran must be depressed. Yuanyuan said that this can of tea was specially made by her, and drinking a few sips every day would be good for the health of both General Zhou and Wen Yiran.
"Grandpa, I'm leaving the day after tomorrow for a special mission. This time, I may not be back for a few years." Looking at Wen Yiran's happy expression, Wen Ziqing couldn't bear to tell him the news that he was about to leave home.
Wen Yiran's reaction was beyond Wen Ziqing's expectations. He was stunned for a moment, then a light flashed in his eyes and he asked softly, "Is it Zhixin's idea or...?"
"That's what the general meant." Wen Ziqing gave Wen Yiran the answer he most wanted to hear.
"Good, good!" Wen Yiran laughed heartily. He knew that the future of the Wen family would depend on Ziqing. His Ziqing was capable and intelligent, and now with the Zhou family's support, he would surely achieve twice the result with half the effort. Just like a piece of beautiful jade, after a period of refinement, it would surely shine its most brilliantly in time.
The good news that Wen Ziqing brought you dispelled the depression that Wen Yiran had been feeling for a while. Because of Wen Yulong's incident, Wen Yiran had received a lot of sympathetic looks recently.
"Grandpa, I'm not home. You and Grandma, take care of yourselves. Some people...have done very few decent things in their lives. You don't need to get angry," Wen Ziqing advised. From the moment he entered, Wen Ziqing had noticed a more decadent air about Wen Yiran compared to last year. It seemed Wen Yulong's incident had dealt a heavy blow to the Wen family. Unsure how to proceed, Wen Ziqing mumbled something vague.
Yes! Wen Yulong's erratic behavior has been going on for a long time. Ever since he married Wu Xiuli, erratic things have happened one after another. The "fake nanny incident", the "leg-hugging incident", and the "military supplies incident" have all happened one after another. As soon as the previous incident has subsided, another one comes up, one after another.
Fortunately, Wen Yulong was not arrested as an "embezzler" this time. In fact, this was a blessing in disguise. When Wen Yiran thought of this, he felt a sense of relief in his chest. The depression that had accumulated in his chest for the past few days gradually dissipated.
Without joy, there is no sorrow; without hope, there is no disappointment. Wen Yiran no longer planned to care for his son, Wen Yulong. The blisters on his feet were caused by him, and how he lived in the future had nothing to do with the Wen family. Just because this misfit Wen Yulong gave birth to a good child like Wen Ziqing, Wen Yiran should thank God!
"Okay! My old bones will hold on until the day you come back." Wen Yiran laughed. "Happy events bring joy to the soul" is the best way to describe Wen Yiran at this moment.
"Oh, that girl He Jingjing is awake." Wen Yiran couldn't help but feel a headache when thinking about He Jingjing. He complained to Wen Ziqing, "I don't know what He Boyuan was thinking. He came on the second day of the New Year, but didn't even mention taking He Jingjing away. Oh! He saved someone and ended up saving a piece of sticky candy. I'm really depressed when I think about it."
"He Jingjing woke up?" Wen Ziqing was a little surprised. However, this was Wen Ziqing's first time using a soul attack, so he didn't know how powerful his attack would be. Perhaps He Jingjing woke up because he didn't use enough force at the time?
Just as the grandfather and grandson were talking excitedly, a charming figure rushed down from upstairs. Following the figure, He Jingjing's pretended delicate voice said, "Brother Ziqing, you are finally back?"
He Jingjing wore a loose red wool sweater today, paired with black tights, and had a delicate makeup on her face. With the crimson rouge on her slender fingers, she looked full of charm.
"Why are you still at my house?" Wen Ziqing frowned. Wen Yiran had just said He Jingjing had woken up, and Wen Ziqing had assumed she was still hospitalized. He hadn't expected her to appear before him, alive and kicking. After He Jingjing "disappeared" on New Year's Eve, Wen Ziqing had searched for hours without success and had long since forgotten about her.
"Brother Ziqing, you are so heartless that you have forgotten our past as soon as you returned to the secular world. Didn't you say that you would take care of me forever?" He Jingjing seemed not to notice Wen Ziqing's gloomy face. She sat on the armrest of the sofa next to Wen Ziqing and fell onto Wen Ziqing like a boneless person.
"He Jingjing, what's the past between you and me?" Wen Ziqing stood up in a flash, avoiding He Jingjing's falling body.
Wen Ziqing took a few steps away, his mind a jumble of thoughts. He was certain he hadn't said such cheesy words. Even if he loved his little girl immensely, he had never said such sweet nothings in front of Zhou Yuanyuan.
However, this body of his had been used by Taoist Baopu for several months, and because part of the soul he had given to Taoist Baopu had been purified by the Soul Transformation Pool in Kongming, Wen Ziqing's memories of Taoist Baopu were incomplete. Among these missing memories were those of the months he had been with He Jingjing.
Could it be that the dead Taoist used his body to do something bad?
Wen Ziqing's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was already surging with turmoil. If Taoist Baopu had truly used his body to do something, Wen Ziqing would be truly devastated.
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