The old man returned to his room and immediately took out his phone to call Mu Jiuchen.
"Grandpa, is something wrong?" Mu Jiuchen was busy returning to the company to handle official business, giving Jiang Nuan some time to process the past. At this moment, his expression was serious, his gaze piercing. The project snatched away by Rong Yin made him very unhappy.
The old man stood by the window, looking at the garden. "You brat, your wicked stepmother found out that the child was born to Nuannuan. You, bring my granddaughter-in-law back tomorrow. I'll transfer the old residence to her name. I will never give this old residence to that old witch, not even in death."
"This residence, I want to give it to my granddaughter-in-law."
Mu Jiuchen held the phone slightly away from his ear before saying, "How did you find out about these things? Did you eavesdrop in someone's bedroom?"
"Go to hell! Would I, a father-in-law, do something like that?" The old man huffed, his beard bristling.
"Didn't you say my elder uncle is in heaven?" Mu Jiuchen joked. Talking to the old man always made him puff up with anger.
"Little Jiu, Grandpa isn't joking with you. Hurry up and bring the child's mother over."
Mu Jiuchen was somewhat helpless. "Grandpa, even if I call Nuannuan over, she won't want your villa. That young lady is very driven on her own."
"I don't care if she wants it or not, I'm giving it to her anyway. She's a great contributor to our family, having given birth to two sons and a daughter for you. You should give her half of your fortune; that's a real man." The old man was very loyal and had never mistreated his wife.
But the son he gave birth to was so useless. Apart from hoping for his healthy growth, he had no real expectations for him.
He was also a constant source of worry in his old age.
"Oh! Right, if your father's little darling gives birth to a son, you'll probably be swamped. So, first give this residence to my granddaughter-in-law. As for grandsons, I only recognize you; I don't know who else." After speaking, the old man quickly glanced behind him. He was always listening to others from behind them and now felt as if someone was listening behind him.
Turning back to find himself in his own room, he suddenly cursed himself for being so jumpy.
It had really scared him. One shouldn't do anything wrong, or they would feel a chill down their spine.
"Grandpa, rest assured. No one can take away the old residence. Before my hundredth birthday, it will always belong to you." Mu Jiuchen stood up and walked to the window, looking down at the entire Jin City. Half of Jin City was in his hands. If Tan Xue wanted it, she would have to live another life.
"Hmph! Anyway, I've already told you. If you don't value it, that's your business. That's all for now. I was just reporting something to you, and it made my back feel so cold." The old man hung up the phone.
Mu Jiuchen looked at the screen, the corners of his lips curling up slightly.
He chuckled and shook his head. The old man was truly impatient, and so was he.
Before, he just wanted to find Nuannuan. After finding her, he wouldn't let her go again.
Mu Jiuchen took a deep breath. After finishing his work, he still had to go see Xiao Kuo and Nuannuan.
Every time he saw Jiang Nuan, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Mu Jiuchen sat back down at his desk and continued working.
Jiang Nuan returned home and went straight to her room. She sat in the pharmacy but had no inclination to prepare medicine.
Mu Jiuchen was the young man from back then, and this realization brought about a subtle change in her mood.
Fearing that her son and Yuan Yuan would notice, she could only hide in the pharmacy.
"Sigh!" Jiang Nuan propped her head on the desk, a faint blush on her face.
Her pharmacy wasn't large; it was formed by combining the adjacent room and utilized for her work. It housed various peculiar instruments that she used for preparing medicine.
Jiang Nuan blushed and her heart raced as she recalled the scene of burying herself in Mu Jiuchen's arms back then.
"Ahhhh..." Jiang Nuan was on the verge of a breakdown. Mu Jiuchen was the young man from back then. Her heart was filled with both joy and nostalgia.
"Mu Jiuchen is the older brother from my youth. How could things be such a coincidence?" Jiang Nuan muttered to herself, her voice weak but carrying a hint of something else.
She had always wanted to see that young man again. He was a special memory from her childhood.
Few people had accompanied her, but that young man had stayed with her for three days and three nights, chatting with her attentively every day.
In her world, he was the only stranger who had broken in with care. That care was unique, different from that of Jiang Xingyu and her grandmother.
It was so unique that she remembered it to this day.
"Ding dong..." A notification sound from her phone chimed.
Jiang Nuan quickly looked down. It was a message from Mu Jiuchen.
She was surprised by her own actions; subconsciously, she seemed to have been waiting for a message from Mu Jiuchen.
[Nuannuan, I'll be there in a while.]
Jiang Nuan was stunned. What was he coming for?
Knowing that he was that young man, her mood hadn't settled since she returned. She didn't want to see him today; she wanted to calm down.
Jiang Nuan's slender fingers lightly tapped on the keyboard. How should she reply to Mu Jiuchen?
She didn't want to see Mu Jiuchen today.
"Nuannuan, come out for a moment." Meng Yuan stood at the door, knocking.
Jiang Nuan glanced at Mu Jiuchen's message and sent back an emoji of "OK."
Jiang Nuan was taken aback. She stood up. In truth, she didn't want to type "OK." She had never been so conflicted. This kind of struggle had happened repeatedly since she met Mu Jiuchen.
Especially today, when he stood up for her. This was something that rarely happened to her. When she was bullied as a child, from not daring to fight back to fearing nothing, she had already earned a notorious reputation.
Her classmates would detour to avoid her.
In her third year of junior high, no matter what she did, her parents were unwilling to intervene.
Jiang Nuan sighed softly, not wanting to dwell on the past.
She pulled the door open and saw Meng Yuan standing at the door, wearing a white hoodie and black wide-leg pants, dressed casually, which made her look even more like a young woman.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her mood not very high.
Meng Yuan frowned, looking at her. "What's wrong? You found the young man from your past, why are you still so unhappy?"
Jiang Nuan: "..." Truly rubbing salt in the wound.
Meng Yuan looked at her, seeing her silence, and started listing the reasons. "Look how fated you are! You met when you were children, you met again six years ago, and by chance, you are together again. You even have a brood of little cubs. Isn't this fate?"
Jiang Nuan listened to her words and unknowingly nodded.
"What you're saying is very true, but six years ago, he didn't save me; instead, he devoured me." Jiang Nuan was most angry about this point.
From the moment she knew the man that night was him, she had a hard-to-describe feeling in her heart.
Because she had received so little, she had never dared to possess easily. She was too afraid of losing. After her grandmother and teacher left her, there was no one in this world who doted on her like her grandmother.
That night, her world was empty. After going abroad, she found out she was pregnant, and only then did she manage to live on resiliently.
"By the way, is there something?" Jiang Nuan looked at her.
"Oh! Yes, Grandpa Jiang is here. He brought a lot of gifts and is looking for you. You go down first. Grandpa said he has something to tell you. I'll take Little Darkie to my room."
After Jiang Nuan went downstairs, she greeted Grandpa Jiang. Grandpa Jiang pushed a paternity test report towards her.