The old man was instantly furious, puffing out his beard and glaring. He dared not do such a thing, but Xiao Jiu disagreed.
"Hmph! You don't plan to support me in the future, so Xiao Jiu will. I'll give it to her when Xiao Jiu acknowledges her."
Mu Yunxiao: "..." This cunning old man, would he really kick him out to sleep on the streets?
Yun Tong chuckled, "Old Master, there's really no need to be like this. I'm with Brother Xiao not because of money, but because of him as a person. We are very happy together now. More money would only be trouble; enough is enough."
This was her thinking. Mu Yunxiao already loved a life of pleasure and indulgence. She didn't know how long Mu Yunxiao would stay by her side. She simply loved the child in her womb very much.
She also liked Mu Yunxiao, at least, he was better than many men she had met.
"Tongtong, why are you so kind?" Mu Yunxiao was somewhat helpless. During the time he had lived with her, she was quite frugal. She would never buy things she didn't need, believing that unnecessary purchases would just take up space in the house.
He felt her idea was quite sensible.
Mu Jiuchen looked at Jiang Nuan, took the property deed, and pulled Jiang Nuan, saying, "Nuan Nuan, let's go."
He couldn't stand it anymore; he felt like he was going to throw up.
He had never seen such a father, but couldn't he at least restrain himself in front of his son and future daughter-in-law?
Jiang Nuan looked at Yun Tong and the old man, "Grandpa, Sister Yun Tong, I'm leaving now."
Yun Tong looked at her and smiled, "Nuan Nuan, thank you!"
Jiang Nuan shook her head slightly and said, "Sister Yun Tong, you don't need to thank me. I didn't do anything."
The old man instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at Mu Yunxiao, he said, "Er Ha, can you guarantee this is true love this time? Can you guarantee you'll grow old together? Can you guarantee you can resist other temptations?"
Mu Yunxiao was very angry when he heard this, "Dad, what are you saying? Tongtong is pregnant. Regardless, the child in her belly is your grandson. Why can't you speak properly? Didn't I just tell you, I sincerely love Yun Tong, and I'll spend my life with her."
The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "Alright, alright, I understand. You can go back."
Xiao Jiu was right, Er Ha and Xiao Tiantian were true love!
Mu Jiuchen took Jiang Nuan out of the old man's courtyard and went directly to the room her mother had previously lived in.
Along the way, he held her hand. She could feel his heavy mood. His palm was sweaty, and his hand sticking to hers felt a bit hot.
Mu Jiuchen remained silent, so she didn't speak either. In fact, she had a lot she wanted to say.
Looking at the red book in his hand, it was a sweet yet heavy chain.
This way, her relationship with Mu Jiuchen became even more complicated. How... how would she refuse the property deed later?
Jiang Nuan's mind raced with various phrases.
As she thought about it, they stopped in front of a room. The white door was inlaid with gold trim, looking quite tasteful.
Mu Jiuchen's gaze was fixed on the door. For over ten years, he had not dared to enter, fearing he wouldn't be able to bear the pain.
But this time, he truly wanted to know the truth.
Jiang Nuan looked at his hesitation and said, "Let's go in. You've suffered for so many years. Only by facing the pain correctly can you overcome it."
Mu Jiuchen looked sharply at her eyes, full of encouragement. Finally, he reached out, turned the doorknob, and slowly pushed open the door that had been sealed for over a decade.
The room was large. It hadn't been cleaned for over ten years, and the dust was so thick it was choking!
"Cough, cough..." Mu Jiuchen, walking ahead, couldn't help but cough.
This was a storage room located at the corner of the first floor. Years ago, Mu Yunxiao had stored He Junshu's belongings here. Mu Jiuchen, to prevent anyone from touching his mother's things, had forbidden anyone from entering, even for cleaning. He himself had never come in.
This was his first time entering this room in all these years.
In the corner, there were two cardboard boxes and two combination locks. He knew they contained his mother's clothes. After his mother was buried, he returned home and personally folded all her favorite clothes, placing them in these two suitcases.
At that time, he had understood the meaning of death. His mother was gone and would never return to him.
But he still organized his mother's favorite clothes, hoping that one day his mother would return to him.
Jiang Nuan looked at him and said, "Wait for me. I need to wipe away the dust."
Mu Jiuchen looked at her and nodded gratefully, without speaking.
Jiang Nuan turned and went out to ask a servant for a broom, water, and towels. She was skilled at cleaning. After asking Mu Jiuchen to wait outside, she spent 40 minutes cleaning the dust from the room.
"You can come in now," she said, looking at Mu Jiuchen standing at the doorway.
Mu Jiuchen then slowly walked in.
He first opened the two cardboard boxes. Inside were some of his mother's photos, along with some celebrity pictures she collected and her paintings.
His mother loved to paint, and in her paintings, it was always him.
He casually picked up one. It was a depiction of him as a child, around three years old. With a blue sky and white clouds, he sat on the grass, his big eyes looking up at his mother, smiling happily.
Jiang Nuan also looked along, seeing the exquisite oil paintings. The child in the paintings was lifelike.
She also liked to paint but didn't have time to learn. However, it was evident that the artist had exceptional talent; every stroke was filled with spirit and charm.
"Madame Mu painted so well. Seeing these photos, I can recognize you," Jiang Nuan said jokingly.
She could recognize him from his childhood appearance.
Mu Jiuchen also smiled, looking at her, his enigmatic dark eyes blinking before he said, "I am truly unfortunate to have been forgotten by you like that, while I have always remembered you, my little sour and spicy noodle girl. That was the happiest meal I've ever eaten." His slightly hoarse voice was as light as the wind, warming her heart.
Jiang Nuan: "..."
She looked at him indignantly, "The person you remembered is not me, you remembered the bowl of sour and spicy noodles that made you happy."
Mu Jiuchen saw her angry look, which was very cute, and his gloomy heart felt much better.
"I remembered you first, and then I remembered the sour and spicy noodles. My little girl, you are always the only one in my heart," Mu Jiuchen said gently.
Jiang Nuan's heart pounded like a drum. Was she being confessed to?
Mu Jiuchen looked at Jiang Nuan, who remained unmoved, just watching him quietly. A hint of sadness began to creep into his proud gaze.
He asked sadly, "Nuan Nuan, don't you believe I've always remembered you?"