After he took over the Song Yu Group, with Anthony's investment and the cooperation of those Anthony had rallied, and now with Antina's assistance, his wings had grown strong, and he no longer feared Qing Muye.
If Qing Sihui was eager to kill Qing Muye before, now he was more inclined to watch Qing Muye fall from grace step by step and become his plaything.
After all, the way to make someone suffer is to let them gradually lose hope, rather than to fall into the abyss instantly.
Qing Muye paused and turned back, "Is that so? Then I must remember Uncle Seven's kindness."
"No need for politeness, you and I are uncle and nephew. It's what I should do, what I should do."
For some reason, upon hearing Qing Muye's words, Qing Sihui felt a surge of pride.
To be precise, it was the exhilaration of a winner after a competition.
It was truly an enjoyment.
Qing Muye found Aunt Chen, Madam Qing's personal maid, packed some of the Madam's daily necessities, and returned to Yu Jing Villa with Aunt Chen.
On the way back, Qing Muye was driving, Lan Shu sat in the front passenger seat, while Madam Qing, Meng Jingwei, and Aunt Chen were all in the back.
Madam Qing held Meng Jingwei's hand and said with emotion, "Jingwei girl, do you also think Grandma is old and useless?"
Since she developed Alzheimer's disease, all those who had finally supported her had turned to Qing Sihui.
Especially when Qing Muye held his 'funeral', everyone thought Madam Qing had no support and no backing, so they each found new masters.
Meng Jingwei shook her head, "What are you saying, Grandma? This has nothing to do with you. Instead, Ah Ye and I have implicated you."
"Silly girl, we are a family, what are you talking about implicating each other?" Madam Qing patted Meng Jingwei's hand and smiled kindly.
"Then will Grandma live in Yu Jing Villa from now on? That way, I can see you every day, and you can see Ah Ye every day." She tilted her head and rested it on Madam Qing's shoulder, speaking playfully.
"I would love to live in Yu Jing Villa, but once this illness flares up, I forget everything. How can I stay put?"
Madam Qing sighed, filled with helplessness and resignation.
When she was lucid, she could control herself, but when the illness struck, it was beyond her control, and she would only clamor to return to the old residence.
"That's alright, Aunt Chen will be with you. You can come back whenever you want."
"Hahaha, that's good, alright."
She readily agreed.
The group returned to Yu Jing Villa, and the very lively Yu Jing Villa became even more lively with Madam Qing's arrival.
Madam Qing was so happy to see Yi Yi and Yi Hang that she couldn't stop smiling, and her spirits improved considerably.
Meng Tianhua and Du Juan brought the two little ones and sat with Madam Qing, chatting and catching up. The others sat together playing mahjong.
At half past five in the afternoon, the New Year's Eve banquet officially began.
The spacious table in the dining room was filled with a sumptuous feast, the delicacies comparable to a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast.
Everyone took their seats, with Madam Qing at the head of the table, Aunt Chen beside her, followed by Du Juan, Meng Tianhua, Meng Jingwei, Qing Muye, Shen Liannuo, and others.
"Today..." Meng Jingwei stood up, about to say something, when a voice suddenly came from outside.
"That's not fair, you're having New Year's Eve dinner without calling us?"
It was Lu Yanming's voice.
Everyone turned to look and saw Lu Yanming, Tang Si, Han Yu, and Cheng Xiaorui arriving together.
"Why have you come?" Meng Jingwei was a little surprised.
New Year is a time for family reunion. Shouldn't they be at home with their parents?