The old man glared at him, his eyebrows shooting up. "I don't care what you think," he said.
Mu Jiuchen: "My grandfather has passed away. He is watching you from heaven right now."
The old man: "..."
He huffed and puffed, "What are you here for?"
The old man looked at him deeply. This face, it was so much like the one he had seen in the square.
Mu Jiuchen smiled unrestrainedly, looking at the comfortable backyard. "The butler said you haven't eaten or slept since you returned from the square. I was worried about you, so I came back to check on you."
"Heh... I'm happier when I don't see you. Seeing you makes me feel even worse. When will you let me hold my great-grandson? Will it be when I'm buried?"
Mu Jiuchen's eyes flickered. He looked down at the old man. His eyes were clear, his speech smooth, and his pronunciation distinct. This was not like the Alzheimer's the butler had mentioned.
"Grandpa, don't pick on me just because I'm a bit older. Aren't I managing the company well?"
He never hesitated to smile at his grandfather.
His grandfather genuinely doted on him.
The old man glared at him, even more upset. "You know nothing! Meng Qingqiu is already looking for suitable young ladies to marry her son. Your scumbag father sides with that vixen and her son. The Mu family is so large, and she, Meng, wants to spread her branches and take a share of the pie.
If you don't get married and have children, you won't even get a bone to gnaw on. Do you think the elders of the Mu family are caterpillars? That you can crush them with two fingers?"
"They are carnivorous dinosaurs from the Cretaceous period. If they bite your seven inches, you'll never have a chance to turn things around."
"Fortunately, Grandpa found your son for you tonight. Those dinosaurs won't be able to do anything to you!"
The old man's tone became more relaxed as he spoke.
Mu Jiuchen: "..." What did he just hear?!
"Grandpa, I have something to do. I'm leaving," Mu Jiuchen turned to go.
The old man was quick. His walking stick instantly blocked his way.
"You can leave if you want, but first, go find your son. I saw him tonight. If he's not yours, Grandpa will be bedridden tomorrow."
Mu Jiuchen was a little worried now. He took out his phone and dialed the family doctor.
The old man: "..." I'm old, truly old. Just a casual remark, and they think I have Alzheimer's.
"Alas!" The old man sighed deeply.
A little over ten minutes later, the family doctor arrived. The old man didn't say anything and accepted the examination seriously.
After the examination, Dr. Jiang shook his head at Mu Jiuchen. "Ninth Master, the old man is perfectly fine."
The old man chuckled, a hint of dejection on his face. He said listlessly, "What a sin. It's truly miserable to be old."
Mu Jiuchen: "..."
After the family doctor left, the old man also tried to dismiss Mu Jiuchen. "You should go too. I will find the person for you."
The old man thought for a moment, fearing he wouldn't be believed. He said to the butler, "Butler, bring me my phone."
The butler immediately handed him his phone. The old man opened a video. "Come and see."
Mu Jiuchen was reluctant, but the old man was angry. He obediently walked over and looked down.
In the video, a child was resting his chin in his hands, his big eyes filled with worry. This gaze, this demeanor, was very similar to his own when he was young.
The old man only showed it to him for a moment before closing the video.
"I put some effort into buying this video."
Mu Jiuchen was shocked. "How much? I'll buy it!"
The old man's nose twitched skyward. "I'm not selling."
Mu Jiuchen gave a dry laugh. "Can't I get it myself?"
The old man glanced at him smugly. "Then try it. If you can get it, I'll take your surname."