One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

The arrival of the old man abruptly put an end to the warm atmosphere inside the room.

Mu Yazhe looked at him and asked neutrally, “Grandpa, why didn’t you take a rest when it’s apparent that you’re not well?”

The elderly man sighed, his vigor and authority long gone. “I don’t feel good lying down the whole day so I want to take a walk and visit the child, too.”

Yun Shishi was startled to hear that and kept quiet, though she still looked frigid.

Somehow, his words sounded piteous to her ears!

The little boy did not feel good either when he heard that!

This child was soft-hearted. His innocent mind looked forward to peace and harmony in the family. Even though he had never liked the old man’s obstinacy and stern appearance, looking at him now, he actually found his grandpa pitiful!

Besides, not knowing the full story between his grandpa and his mother, it was no wonder that his heart went to him.

He said gently, “Grandpa, since you aren’t feeling well, you’d better go back to your room to take a rest!”

His words shook through his grandfather’s heart like warm currents, bringing comfort to his doleful face. He replied warmly, “Little Yichen, grandpa is here to visit you, yeah? You’ve suffered terrible injuries, and my heart hurts for you. I want to keep you company!”

“Grandpa, these are no longer painful,” he replied nonchalantly, though it was contrary to the truth. Other children would have cried buckets if this had happened to them. As for him, he did not mention a word to anyone.

After all, his perseverance had been trained to be exceedingly strong since he was much younger.

This was also why his father had insisted on sending him to a military camp for training at a very tender age. A man must be able to endure hardships so his willpower should be honed early on.

Children nowadays were too pampered and soft.

He did not wish to see his son turning into a little princess.

A boy ought to be toughened up!

The old man gave an understanding smile when he heard that, his old and wrinkled hand resting lightly on the back of the little palm.

Grandmaster Mu had been a soldier when he was in his prime, too. He had been to several battlefields and wielded guns. By now, his palms were coarse and dry, covered with a thick film of callous.

The woman looked at the pitiful, old man without any emotion. No feelings betrayed her face as her eyes remained sullen and distant. Although the old fellow was looking ashamed and guilty now, that did not mean that he was any less hateful!

There was a saying: ‘A pitiful person surely has something hateful to him.’

This saying was not without basis!

The grandmaster might be a person of power during his younger days, where he could reach for the sky in his prominent position, but he turned muddle-headed when he had hit old age and made some mistakes along the way. This was not unusual even for generations of rulers back in ancient times.

Her impression of him was only from her mother.

A selfish, mean, and cruel miscreant…

Other than that, she had no direct impression of him.

Still, he was the indirect cause of her mother’s death and her brother going missing.

Thus, it was just too difficult for her to forgive and forget!

Losing her family had taken a sorrowful root inside her; it was a pain that was branded deep within. Though the wound had healed and formed a scar by now, it remained a source of uncontrollable pain when touched even today.

A mindless mistake was still a mistake, nonetheless!

Thus, it did not mean that he could be forgiven simply because it was an unintentional mistake!