Meng Mingxuan went to the hospital to accompany Grandpa Yan. Grandpa Yan was indeed very happy. When he heard her say that Yan Moji would come to pick her up in the afternoon and take her back to the old house, he snorted softly.
"I have good food and good accommodation here, and I have people to serve me. Why should I go back to my old house?"
It is easy to invite a god but hard to send him away. It is impossible for him to leave so easily. That brat has to come and coax him.
"There is a rumor in Beijing circles that Master 꺶꿁 is a first-class technician in dismantling stairs," said the old housekeeper.
If there are stairs, go down.
"Try to take it down. I have Mingxuan to protect me now. Are you afraid of me?" Old Master Yan snorted.
The old butler raised his head and glanced at the ceiling of the ward.
"You rolled your eyes at me?" Old Master Yan slapped the bed. Don't think that you are old and blind and don't understand the trend.
"Grandpa, I saw that there is dust on the ceiling." said the old housekeeper.
Old Master Yan took a look and said, "Go get a feather duster, stand on the chair and clean it up."
“…”
The old butler choked and looked at Mr. Xiao Yan very seriously.
"Not going yet?"
"Yes, old man."
Meng Mingxuan tried to hold back her laughter the whole time, until the old housekeeper went outside to find a feather duster, then she gently pulled on Old Man Yan's sleeve and said, "Grandpa, I don't like hospitals."
"You think I like it." Old Master Yan said angrily, "I tell you, apart from that guy back then, no one has ever made me so angry."
"That can't be possible. I heard that Minister Yan was also very capable of making you angry when he was young." Meng Mingxuan said.
Old Master Yan was stunned for a moment and gradually fell silent.
“I don’t remember.”
There was chaos for sure, but no one beat his son.
He was so stubborn that he refused to give in even after being beaten and kneeling in the ancestral hall.
As Mr. Yan thought about it, he felt that his son and grandson were both like him, with bad tempers, and they were both controlled by only his wife.
"Mingxuan girl, you say..."
Mr. Yan started to talk, but then found it difficult to continue.
Meng Mingxuan thought for a moment, turned around and faced Grandpa Yan, "Grandpa, I won't look at you, you talk to the back of my head." This way she wouldn't feel embarrassed.
“…”
Old Master Yan looked at the back of her head which was tied up in a bun and finally laughed softly.
No wonder her grandson loves her so much.
No wonder Xiaomo 깇 fell in love with Xiao Mingxuan at first sight.
The men in our Yan family really fall for this.
"Grandpa, you spent half your life in the military, and you only have two sons, twins. I didn't rush you when you were born, life was very hard back then, and your grandmother would be in trouble once we settled down. I didn't plan to remarry, so I left you to the servants. Yan Zheng has been dull and stern since he was a child, unlike Brother Wang who is sensible, obedient and likable. At that time, Wang always made me angry, either doing something wrong here or there, so I later handed you over to Brother Wang to discipline you, and over time..."
It has been a long time since Mr. Yan has been so talkative, but looking at the back of Meng Mingxuan's head, he really wants to talk.
Time passed second by second. The old housekeeper stood at the door of the ward with a duster in his hand, and did not move for a long time.
The palms and backs of the hands are all made of flesh. Even if you can see that Master Yichang was not a good person back then, you can't say it too bluntly. You can only remind the old man in a tactful way. But Master Zheng has the same temperament as the old man. He won't coax him, won't cry, and is stubborn. The old man's heart is completely biased towards Master Yichang.
Master Yichang always frames Master Zheng, and we bystanders can see something is going on, but the old man trusts Master Yichang very much, so Master Zheng has never been wronged.
The old butler was extremely depressed. In ancient times, he would have been just a household steward, not a loyal minister or a remonstrating minister.
Soon the old butler felt relieved, because the person he was following was not the emperor.
놛Even in ancient times, he was a deputy general.
It is not the deputy general's turn to take care of the general's family affairs.
Yes, that’s right.
The majestic and vicissitudes of life voice in the ward lasted for a long time before it stopped. Then Meng Mingxuan's voice came, "Grandpa, since you know you are wrong, you should go and apologize to Yan Bu. Although Yan Bu is sorry for mom, he is not sorry for you, Grandpa."
"Kid, why are you helping others?" Old Master Yan was angry.
"Yan Bu is the child your grandmother gave birth to for you. You must have loved Yan Bu very much at the beginning. Yan Bu was born with the expectation and love of you and your grandmother."
“…”
There was no sound in the ward for a long while.
The old housekeeper calmed himself down, pushed the door open with a duster in hand, and said, "Old man, there is indeed no feather duster, only a duster."
Old Master Yan looked at the white plush duster in the old housekeeper's hand and said, "No, only a feather duster can clean it well."
The old housekeeper smiled, "Please stop making trouble."
“…”
What's the fuss?
"Grandpa, the housekeeper is old, let me do the cleaning." Meng Mingxuan stood up.
"Need not!"
"Need not!"
Mr. Yan and the old butler said in unison.
The old housekeeper even hid the duster behind him, as if he was afraid that Meng Mingxuan would come and snatch it.
In the end, neither the old housekeeper nor Meng Mingxuan cleaned the ceiling.
The duster lay cleanly in the corner.
…
Yan Zheng returned to the villa after lunch break and asked someone to find Yan Xiaoxiang. "How was the conversation with your mother?"
Yan 꿁xiang has been having bad luck recently, getting injured here and there, and was even beaten by Yan 꿁ting, an illegitimate child born in a mental hospital. He was filled with anger.
At this moment, Yan Zheng asked about his mother Xu Yuhe, and he was even more furious, "Dad, don't mention it. Mom seems to have become a different person recently. She ignored me and was indifferent to me. Do you think she was cursed by someone?"
놛 always felt that 놛 and 놛's mother had been bewitched by someone, and the one who did it was Yan Mo깇.
Maybe my dad was also under a spell.
Anyway, the 꺶 family is quite abnormal, completely different from before.
"Since we didn't come up with anything, you can move the things today," Yan Zheng said.
"Move things?" Yan Xiaoxiang was stunned. "Dad, what do you want me to move?"
Yan Zheng looked calm, "Move your and your mother's things. Your mother and I's divorce report has been approved, and we will go to get the divorce certificate the next day."
"They are moving my mother's things, why are they moving mine?" Yan Xiaoxiang was a little panicked.
"Your mother and I are divorced. What are you, a bastard, doing in my house?"
“…”
Yan Xiaoxiang gradually stared, what did Dad say? Is he an illegitimate child?
"Do you know why the emperor approved my divorce report?" Yan Zheng stood up and walked in front of Yan Xiaoxiang, "Because I was considered bigamy back then. My father was not dead back then. I married your mother while my father was still alive. Since my father is still alive, you are an illegitimate child."
Yan Xiaoxiang's hands and feet were cold and he was shaking all over.
"You know the Yan family. Mo Xiao is the only son of my family and me, and the only heir of the Yan family. For Mo Xiao, I decided not to recognize you as my illegitimate child." Yan Zheng put his hands behind his back, "So, move out tomorrow. I will have someone register you under your mother's name and change your name to Xu Xiang."
"My name is not Xu Xiang!!"
Yan Xiaoxiang stood up suddenly and roared angrily.
It sounds so ugly.
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