After hiding her pregnant belly and getting divorced, the daughter of the richest man stopped preten

Wen Muchi felt that Mr. Ye’s attitude was a bit strange.

But he didn't have the energy to care about these things now, as Wen Shiqi's knee was already bruised.

Seeing Dr. Liu coming, he immediately made way to let Dr. Liu examine him.

Doctor Liu did not just brush off the fact that Wen Shiqi had only a bump, but he still gave him a thorough examination.

Fortunately, however, it was nothing serious.

It was just a few bumps, no broken bones.

Doctor Liu left a tube of ointment and left with his medicine box.

Old Master Ye and Wen Muchi, who were staring at Wen Shiqi, and even Butler Yang, all breathed a sigh of relief when Doctor Liu said, "It's nothing serious."

Wen Shiqi originally felt a little ashamed and embarrassed, but now... there is only the softest part left in his heart...

She reached out and hugged Mr. Ye's arm, leaning her head on his shoulder affectionately.

Mr. Ye was startled, then he gently patted the back of her hand:

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

"Um...it hurts..."

Wen Shiqi pouted, her tone full of coquettishness.

This kind of pain is nothing compared to the years I was tortured by illness.

But it's just like scratching an itch.

But for some reason, Wen Shiqi just wanted to act coquettishly at this moment.

She suddenly understood a truth: those strong people, those people who are covered with thorns and wear armor, may not be born stubborn and do not know how to show weakness.

But, no one allows them to show weakness or act coquettishly.

When Mr. Ye heard Shiqi say "it hurts", he immediately became nervous:

"How about calling Dr. Liu back for you? You can't hurt my good grandson."

"No, the pain won't come as long as I hug grandpa."

Wen Shiqi hugged Mr. Ye’s arm and shook it gently.

Seeing how close and dependent she was on him, Mr. Ye smiled:

"Then hold it, grandpa lets you hold it~"

Butler Yang was watching the interaction between the grandparents and grandchildren, and he felt relieved.

This is what a real grandparent-grandchild relationship is like.

Even though they haven't seen each other for so many years, it doesn't hinder their natural blood relationship at all.

Wen Muchi looked at the grandparents and grandchildren snuggling together intimately, then lowered his head to look at the ointment in his hand...

Well, for some reason I feel like both he and the ointment are a bit redundant now.

Anyway, the pain won't come as long as she hugs her dear grandpa, so why should she apply ointment?

Wen Muchi thought gloomily, but he still unscrewed the cap of the ointment silently, squatted beside and began to apply the ointment to Wen Shiqi...

After applying the medicine, he put away the ointment, stood up and sat aside.

He did not disturb the grandparents and grandchildren who were still being intimate.

Butler Yang took in all of Wen Muchi's actions. For some reason, he suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for this cold-looking man in front of him.

Others may not understand what the old man is thinking, but doesn't he?

Mr. Wen, if he wants to marry their young lady, I'm afraid it won't be that easy...

It’s not that the old gentleman has any dissatisfaction with Wen Muchi personally.

Rather, the young lady was his granddaughter whom he had found with great difficulty. At this moment, no matter which man wanted to marry their young lady, he would inevitably be harassed by the old man.

Wen Shiqi stayed on Old Man Ye and acted coquettishly for a long time before letting go.

After the tenderness and touching feeling passed, she recalled the scene where she had just leaned on Old Man Ye and said "it hurts" coquettishly, and she couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she tidied her hair unnaturally:

"Let's go have dinner. I'm kind of hungry."

When Mr. Ye heard this, he snorted and his face looked unhappy:

"I didn't have lunch, how can I not be hungry?"

As he said this, he glared at Wen Muchi angrily again.

No matter how slow-witted Wen Muchi was, he now realized that something seemed wrong with the atmosphere.

Especially Old Man Ye, the way he looked at him was as if his nose was not a nose and his eyes were not eyes.

He always wondered if he had missed something?

And then, Mr. Ye’s behavior at the dinner table completely verified Wen Muchi’s idea.

While he kept picking up food for Wen Shiqi, he would occasionally look in Wen Muchi's direction and say, "Hmph!"

"Come on, Xiao Shiqi, eat more, you are just too thin!"

Turning his head to look at Wen Muchi: "Humph!"

"This is good for your health, you should eat more too."

Turning around to look at Wen Muchi again: "Humph!"

"I heard that this is good for the skin. Don't you girls like to have good skin? Eat more~"

Continue to look at Wen Muchi: "Humph!"

Even if Wen Shiqi didn't notice it at first, the tension between Mr. Ye and Wen Muchi was building.

To be precise, it was Old Master Ye who was unilaterally "on edge" with Wen Muchi.

Now I discovered the problem.

She looked at Mr. Ye doubtfully, then at Wen Muchi, and finally fixed her sight in the direction of Wen Muchi, asking silently with her eyes:

【What did you do to make grandpa unhappy? 】

Otherwise, why would grandpa treat him like this?

Wen Muchi, who had done nothing but was inexplicably despised by Old Master Ye for the entire night: "..."

He also wanted to know why Mr. Ye was so good to him?

[You really didn't do anything? ]

Wen Shiqi seemed a little unconvinced and continued to question with his eyes.

[Really not.]

Wen Muchi gave a helpless look in return.

【All right……】

Not getting an answer, Wen Shiqi reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

As a result, when she turned around, she saw Old Master Ye staring at her and Wen Muchi, and she could vaguely catch a glimpse of sparks in his eyes.

Noticing that she was looking at him, Mr. Ye immediately retracted his gaze and resumed his amiable demeanor.

"Come on, come on, eat more."

He smiled and picked up another piece of food for Wen Shiqi with his chopsticks, his eyes curved like Maitreya Buddha.

Wen Shiqi silently glanced at the almost full bowls in front of him, and suddenly seemed to understand why Grandpa Ye looked at Wen Muchi's nose as not a nose and his eyes as not eyes.

Uh, this...she really can't help...

She lowered her head silently and started eating the food in front of her.

Well, today's dishes seem to be particularly delicious and especially suit my appetite...

Wen Muchi: "..."

The dinner finally ended in a "weird" atmosphere.

Wen Muchi couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief before he wanted to get up and leave.

Suddenly, Master Ye glanced at his waist and said pointedly:

"Young people should still focus on health preservation. It's not good to get hurt at all."

Wen Muchi: “……?”

Why did he always feel that the look that Old Master Ye gave him just now was particularly "meaningful"?

Especially the place where Mr. Ye's eyes swept across...

For some reason, he felt his waist tighten.

Wen Muchi suppressed the urge to support his waist and responded meekly:

"Thank you for your concern, Grandpa."

He even looks a bit... well-behaved?

Old Master Ye, who had just been speaking in a serious and earnest manner, suddenly became like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with his fur all over his body standing up:

"Who cares about you? No, who is your grandpa? Don't yell like that, kid!"

Wen Muchi seemed to have suddenly mastered some skills, and smiled particularly obediently:

"Okay, Grandpa. I get it, Grandpa."

Mr. Ye: “…”

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