Rebirth of Sweet Love: Acting like a spoiled child in the arms of the paranoid Master Mu

Su Yanyan and Mu Tingchen walked into Mr. Mu's ward together. In the room, a faint smell of disinfectant filled the nostrils, as if reminding the boundary between this place and the outside world.

The window was half open, the breeze blew gently, and the curtains swayed gently, as if they were telling something.

Mrs. Mu was carefully wiping the sweat on Mr. Mu's forehead with a towel. Her movements were gentle and careful, as if she were handling an extremely precious piece of porcelain.

Su Yanyan looked at Mrs. Mu and said with emotion: "Grandma, you have been taking care of grandpa like this. It's really hard."

Mrs. Mu smiled softly and replied: "As long as we can still take care of each other, it doesn't matter if we have to work hard. You young people are busy, and we will be satisfied with you by our side."

Mu Tingchen also stepped forward, held Mr. Mu's hand, and whispered: "Grandpa, you must recover as soon as possible. We all need you."

Mr. Mu opened his mouth slightly and replied in a weak voice: "I accept your thoughts, and I will work hard to recover. Seeing that you are so filial, what reason do I have for not being strong?"

Su Yanyan and Mu Tingchen looked at each other and smiled, and their hearts became closer to each other.

Mr. Mu opened his eyes slightly and wandered around the room, finally landing on Su Yanyan.

His voice was weak and hoarse, like a string that had been eroded by time, vibrating gently.

"Yanyan, you're here." He said softly, with deep longing and expectation in every word.

Su Yanyan's heart was touched. She quickly walked to the bed and gently held Mr. Mu's hand. Those hands, once so strong and powerful, were now cold and trembling.

In the previous life, Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu were the best to her in the Mu family.

"Grandpa, I'm here. Are you feeling better?" she asked softly, with endless concern and worry in her voice.

Mr. Mu nodded slightly and smiled, "It's much better. With you here, I feel warm in my heart."

Although his voice was weak, it was full of strength and determination.

Su Yanyan's eyes were moist, and she held Mr. Mu's hand tightly, as if she wanted to pass on her strength to him.

Mu Tingchen stood aside, watching the interaction between Su Yanyan and Mr. Mu, and felt a warm current in his heart.

Mu Tingchen stood quietly aside, his eyes going back and forth between Su Yanyan and Mr. Mu.

He gently bent down and noticed a pack of snacks placed on Mr. Mu's bedside table, and he gently picked it up. The wrappers of the snacks rustled slightly, like fallen leaves in autumn.

He asked softly: "Grandpa, why are you stealing snacks again?" There was a trace of imperceptible reproach in his tone.

Mr. Mu chuckled, with a mischievous light in his eyes, "I just want to eat, it doesn't matter."

Su Yanyan couldn't help laughing, "Grandpa, if you continue to steal snacks like this, I will tell grandma."

Mr. Mu made a naughty expression, "You can file a complaint. I'll wait for her to come back and deal with me."

There was a hint of provocation in his voice, but it was also full of childlike innocence.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.

The room was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant. This smell was intertwined with the smell of tobacco on Grandpa's body, bringing back memories of the past.

In the quiet night, Mrs. Mu slowly walked in with a kettle. Her steps were light, as if she was afraid of breaking the tranquility of the night.

With her arrival, the whole room seemed to be filled with warmth. Her face is always filled with a kind smile, and her deep eyes are full of love.

"Grandpa, you are teasing me again." Mrs. Mu chuckled softly, with a hint of endearment in her words.

She carefully fed Mr. Mu a sip of water, her movements as gentle as if she were caring for a child. The water in the kettle rippled gently, as if telling the deep emotions between them.

Mr. Mu drank the water, and the clear water seemed to take away the dryness in his mouth, leaving a refreshing taste.

He looked at Mrs. Mu, his eyes full of gratitude, "With you here, I feel like I am enjoying happiness every day."

The night pours like thick ink, and the bright moonlight quietly falls on the window sill of the ward, as if it is the gentle caress of nature. The breeze blew gently, bringing with it a whisper of leaves, like the lullaby of nature. Mrs. Mu gently brought a plate of neatly cut fruits, her movements revealing an indescribable tenderness.

Mu Tingchen took the fruit plate, carefully scooped up a piece of apple with a small spoon, and gently handed it to his grandfather's mouth. Grandpa smiled slightly, opened his mouth and ate the piece of apple.

Su Yanyan stood aside and carefully observed Mr. Mu's condition with a professional eye.

She found that Mr. Mu's complexion was much better than before, and the dull color seemed to have been washed by the moonlight, making him appear full of vitality.

The joy in Su Yanyan's heart surged like a trickle, and she couldn't help but secretly sigh: "There is really hope."

Although the sound was small, it seemed particularly clear in the silence of the night.

Mu Tingchen looked at his grandfather with a warm smile on his face, "Grandpa, you should eat more fruits and stay healthy. Only in this way can you enjoy the beauty of this world with us for a longer time."

Mr. Mu nodded, his eyes full of relief, "You should also pay attention to your health and don't be too tired." Although his voice was weak, it was full of care.

Su Yanyan and Mu Tingchen replied in unison: "We will, grandpa."

Their voices intertwined together like a harmonious song. Their eyes met each other, their eyes full of each other's reflections, and also full of longing and hope for the future.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and everything in the ward seemed so peaceful and beautiful.

The moonlight flows quietly like water, and the whisper of the breeze blowing through the leaves is poetic and picturesque. And these warm scenes seemed to be the warmest blessing given to them by God.

At this time, the door of the ward opened gently, and Shen Ruobing walked in slowly. Her face was slightly gloomy, and there was a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

Her steps were steady, but there seemed to be an indescribable depression in the air.

Her eyes fell coldly on Su Yanyan, with obvious disgust between her brows.

She walked closer and snorted slightly, "Su Yanyan!"

Su Yanyan looked up and saw Shen Ruobing's figure, and her heart trembled slightly.

She knew that this woman was not kind to her, but out of politeness, she still smiled and responded, "Mom, you are here."

Shen Ruobing curled her lips disdainfully, with a hint of displeasure in her voice, "I'm warning you, don't think that you can do whatever you want with Tingchen backing you up."