"Isn't that the young master? He's not dead?"
"He was trending on Weibo yesterday, saying he was alive, but I didn't believe it."
"Now that I see him with my own eyes, I have to believe it."
"Yeah, yeah. We haven't seen the young master for a while, and suddenly he's become even more handsome."
"Before, the young master clearly had an arm severed and his eyes were blinded. How is it that after a few months, he's back, perfectly fine?"
"Perhaps his blindness and lameness have been cured, and his arm is probably a prosthetic."
"That's possible."
...
Online, there was a huge buzz about Qing Muye being alive. However, because it was only a photo and a video, people could only see that he was present, but couldn't determine the extent of his arm's recovery.
Regarding this, netizens didn't have much to discuss.
However, the servants at the old residence had seen Qing Muye's 'miserable state' before. Seeing him again this time naturally filled them with great surprise.
"Grandmother?"
Meng Jingwei walked up to Madam Qing and slowly crouched down, asking in a soft, gentle voice, "Do you remember me?"
Qing Muye also called out, "Grandmother."
This one word, "Grandmother," made his throat feel rough. A sense of guilt welled up, making him feel rather uncomfortable.
Madam Qing, dressed in a blue and white qipao, her silver hair permed into short curls, sat upright in her chair, her innate elegance still evident. However, her gaze was vacant, her face unadorned by makeup, making her appear颓废 (tuífèi - decadent/listless) and spiritless, very haggard.
"Who... who are you?"
Madam Qing looked up at the two of them, shaking her head. "I don't know you."
This single sentence directly hit Meng Jingwei's sore spot. Her eyes welled up with a sting, turning slightly red.
"Grandmother, are... are you alright?"
Even though Qing Muye was a man of stature, when facing his grandmother, his emotions were exceptionally heavy and complex.
Having grown up by his grandmother's side since childhood, no one felt more heartache for her than Qing Muye.
He stepped forward and reached out, intending to touch Madam Qing, but she slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me, don't scare my cat. Blue and I are waiting for my grandson and granddaughter-in-law."
This innocent remark was like a dagger piercing Meng Jingwei's heart.
Her nose stung, and tears uncontrollably welled up.
To prevent Madam Qing from seeing, Meng Jingwei turned her head to the side, secretly wiping away her tears.
Qing Muye hugged her waist, comforting her emotions. "Don't be sad. If Grandmother were well, she would definitely want you to be happy."
"Alas, where is my grandson? Why hasn't my grandson come back for so long?" Madam Qing mumbled while stroking the cat's fur.
Old Chen shook his head and sighed. "Young Master, Madam, please don't be upset. The old lady has been like this lately. It's heartbreaking to see."
"Aunt Chen, thank you for your hard work during these days," Meng Jingwei said with sincere gratitude.
Just then, a voice carried in from outside the courtyard.
Several people turned their heads to look and saw a figure appear at the entrance – Qing Sihui!
"Mother?"
Qing Sihui called out as he entered the courtyard.
Madam Qing, holding the fat cat, immediately stood up and walked towards him with a beaming smile. "My grandson is back? You're finally back. Do you know how much Grandmother missed you?"
She affectionately took Qing Sihui's hand, asking with concern, "Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Grandmother will cook for you. You, child, loved Grandmother's braised pork when you were little."
Perhaps due to her illness, Madam Qing subconsciously treated Qing Sihui as a substitute for Qing Muye.