Chapter 8 (2/2)

“That’s impossible.”

Nanrong Hao secretly cursed. Ling Chen dared to tease his cousin so blatantly. Knowing his cousin’s character, she would never let him off so easily.

At that time, back at Regal Villa No 118, Su Lin angrily stormed into the house, ranting furiously, “That stinking Ling Chen, goddamned bastard. You want to bully this young lady? Fine, I’ll show you!”

“Su Lin, what’s wrong? Who angered you this time?”

Su Lin turned her head and saw Nanrong Wanqing in a pristine white dress, slowly pushing herself towards Su Lin.

“Isn’t it because of that punk Nanrong Hao? I just want to murder him!” Su Lin fumed.

She did not dare to reveal any details about her altercation with Ling Chen. She brought so many people to find trouble with Ling Chen, but not only did she not succeed, she was sent running back with her tail tucked between her legs. If word got out, wouldn’t she become a laughingstock?

“When will both of you grow up?” Nanrong Wanqing shook her head and sighed. “Follow me, Grandpa just woke up, let’s go and see him.”

When they walked upstairs, they pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and the pungent stench of medical herbs swamped them immediately.

At the south side of the master bedroom, there was an old man, who looked to be in his eighties. He was currently lying on a bed.

His head was a snowy blanket of white. His face was gaunt and bony, frighteningly pale from his illness. Deep wrinkles seemed to carve a map of his life on his skin, telling a story of his worries past and present and age spots mottling his wrinkled visage.

This frail elderly man was the pillar of the Nanrong family and the founder of the Hongyu Multinational, Nanrong Yong.

By his bed frame, the head steward Liu Kun took a bowl containing medicinal herbs from Nanrong Yong and gently placed it on the table. He did not say anything after that, just solemnly standing there like a silent guardian.

“Granddad.”

“Grandpa.”

Seeing both his granddaughters walking in, Nanrong Yong’s frail and gaunt face revealed a trace of happiness. However, as his gaze shifted to the wheelchair that Nanrong Wanqing sat on, his eyes swirled with anger, adoration and helplessness.

“Granddad, you really gave us a scare this time! You must watch your health in the future.” Su Lin sat on his bed and admonished him, her eyes brimming with concern.

“No problem.” Nanrong Yong laughed boisterously. “Your grandad has slogged for a good half of my life, what kind of obstacles have I not encountered before? This puny illness can stop dreaming of bringing me down. You two girls came at the right time! You can accompany me on my walk later, these past few days of lying on my bed aimlessly have almost killed me with boredom!”

Nanrong Wanqing crisply replied, “Grandpa, the doctor said that even though the most dangerous phase has passed, you still need to recuperate properly. You should stay in bed for at least one more month.”

However, her words only caused Nanrong Yong to frown unhappily. “That doctor is a quack! My body is as strong as an ox, forget one month, one day is enough already!”

“The doctor said one month, so one month it is, nothing less. Uncle Liu, help me keep an eye on Grandpa, as long as he places even one foot out of bed, I’ll hold you accountable.” Nanrong Wanqing instructed in a firm tone, which brooked no argument

Liu Kun could only smile bitterly. “Yes, Young Miss.”

After chatting with Nanrong Yong for a while, Nanrong Wanqing and Su Lin took their leave to allow their grandfather time to rest.

When the door shut behind them, the warm and amicable expression on Nanrong Yong’s face quickly morphed into a terrifying visage of rage.