But seeing that the old man was so happy and in good spirits, she finally chose not to say anything.
"Child, I heard that you married into the Mu family in Jinjing?"
Yang Shushu nodded, but soon she said, "But our relationship isn't going well. We might get divorced soon."
Old Master Ji was stunned, and seemed a little surprised: "Although I just heard that Mu Shicang sent someone to send you flowers, and there is also the Zuo family..."
At this point, Yang Shushu suddenly smiled, and she asked Mr. Ji in a negotiating tone: "Grandpa, if Mu Shicang and I divorce, will you blame me?"
Although Mr. Ji's mental state was not good, he was not confused. At this moment, a gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes. He looked at Yang Shushu and said, "Child, do you think we brought you back because of the influence of the Mu family in Jinjing?"
Yang Shushu smiled and said nothing.
Old Master Ji's grip slowly loosened. He leaned against the bed and raised his head. "Maybe the Ji family is not as good as it was a few hundred years ago, but it's not that lowly. If you don't like me, then divorce me. Grandpa can find you a better husband."
This was probably the nicest sentence Yang Shushu had ever heard since arriving at the Ji family. She smiled sincerely, a rare moment: "Thank you, Grandpa."
Old Master Ji was very happy to see her smile. "Tomorrow night, Grandpa will host a dinner to welcome you home. We want everyone in Huacheng to know that my Ji family has found you, this rare gem."
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Yang Shushu left Mr. Ji's room, but this time Aunt Liu only sent her to the gate of the yard and asked other servants to take her back.
She refused directly, it wasn't like she didn't know the way.
The Flower City at night is not as hot as during the day, and the cool air makes people feel much better. When passing by a garden, Yang Shushu thought of the large bunch of white roses that Mu Shicang sent her, and suddenly she felt like appreciating the flowers.
During dinner, she looked very calm, but in fact she was very happy. One morning when she was watching TV, she saw a large field of white roses and just casually remarked that white roses were the most beautiful among all rose varieties. She didn't expect that he would remember it.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't moved.
The Ji family's garden was well-maintained, with a wide variety of flowers in full bloom. She walked leisurely among the flowers, actually thinking that if she could plant her white roses here as well, perhaps this place would be even more beautiful.
Just as she was daydreaming, she suddenly heard voices coming from not far ahead. She didn't want to listen, but she accidentally heard Mu Shicang's name, and her footsteps suddenly stopped.
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