Wen Ruan always spends a long time with Lin Changyan whenever she visits the nursing home.
Today was no exception, she stayed with him after lunch and took him downstairs for a walk, soaking up the sun and breeze. Although the caretakers usually took care of these things, Wen Ruan liked to personally take care of Lin grandpa as if he were her real grandpa.
Since she had been visiting less frequently lately due to work, she wanted to spend more time with him now that she was here.
However—
She glanced at the man next to her in a suit and furrowed her brow lightly, not understanding why Lin Qinghan had spent such a long time here today. Even if he came to the nursing home before, he would only accompany grandpa for lunch and then leave.
So, was Lin Zong, who was usually busy with meetings, reviewing documents, and discussing cooperation, suddenly so free? She didn't bother to pay attention to Lin Qinghan and continued chatting with Lin grandpa, "Grandpa, the weather is getting warmer, remember to let the caretakers take you downstairs to enjoy the sun both in the morning and evening, but don't come down at noon."
"You're just like an old woman. You've said this several times, and my ears are about to callus." Lin Changyan teased her with a smile.
Helplessly, Wen Ruan said, "The caretaker said you never go downstairs on normal days, and if I don't remind you several times, you definitely won't remember."
"Who says that?!" Lin Changyan puffed up, "I just occasionally don't go downstairs."
Both Wen Ruan and Lin Qinghan were outstanding individuals, with good figures, looks, and temperament.
Although Wen Ruan wore a baseball cap that concealed her appearance, her temperament revealed that she must have a remarkable appearance, not to mention Lin Qinghan standing next to her.
As the two of them strolled with Lin Changyan in the nursing home, naturally, other elderly people in the nursing home envied them and commented, "Is this your grandson and granddaughter-in-law? They're so good-looking and filial. My sons haven't visited me in weeks."
Elderly people love to show off.
Lin Changyan was no exception—just laughed and said, "My grandson is useless, I can't be bothered to see him, but my granddaughter is very attentive. Despite being busy, she still makes time to visit me."
After saying that, he proudly continued, "Do you know what my granddaughter does?"
Surprised, the elderly person asked, "What does she do?"
Lin Changyan raised his head, looking nothing like a man who had been in charge of the Lin family for decades. He was like an ordinary old man showing off his granddaughter's talent, "My granddaughter is a star, the kind that appears on TV. She's about to film a variety show, so we'll be able to see her on TV in the future."
"Oh!"
"So talented!"
A few elderly people praised Wen Ruan and then turned to Lin Qinghan, "Your grandson is also quite impressive. He looks very outstanding; you are so lucky to have such good grandchildren."
Lin Changyan smiled and didn't explain.
Wen Ruan felt somewhat uncomfortable. In the past, she had loved it when people referred to her as Lin Qinghan's wife. If this had happened before, she would have blushed, but now she felt very awkward. However, seeing how happy Lin grandpa was, she didn't speak up, and since she wasn't going to meet Lin Qinghan often in the future, she decided to let the misunderstanding pass.
As long as Lin grandpa was happy.
Seeing Wen Ruan didn't speak up, the tense expression on Lin Qinghan's face relaxed a bit, and even his eyes showed a hint of a smile. Normally, he was cold and reserved, but now, with a slight smile in his eyes, he seemed much more approachable.
Next to them sat an old lady in a wheelchair.
She kindly held Wen Ruan and Lin Qinghan's hands and took out two candies from her pocket, tremblingly handing them over. "These are the one-month birthday candies sent by my grandson and granddaughter-in-law."
"Share the joy with you two and wish that you will have a chubby baby next year."
Upon hearing this, Wen Ruan's face turned red. Where did she and Lin Qinghan have a child? She wanted to pull her hand away, but she couldn't bear to reject the old lady's kind gesture. With a blush, she accepted the candy and stammered without knowing what to say.
In contrast to her struggling and embarrassment, Lin Qinghan seemed much more composed. Not only that, there was even a hint of a smile in his eyes. He, who normally appeared cool and aloof, now seemed much more approachable with the gentle expression.
Accepting the candy, he held it in his hand, and sincerely expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, I will work hard."
Wen Ruan:
Work hard???
Work hard for what???
Do it yourself!
Finally getting out of this awkward situation, Wen Ruan escorted Lin grandpa back to his room, glanced at the time, and bid farewell, "Grandpa, I have something to attend to tonight, so I'll go back first. I'll come back to see you after the variety show is over."
Although Lin Changyan was reluctant, he didn't stop her.
“Remember to take care of yourself outside, if there's anything, tell Grandpa," he repeatedly entrusted. Still worried, he said to someone else, "Don't be too honest. When you go to that variety show, remember to bring more money and hide it in your suitcase and shoes. Who's going to see it?"
"Don't starve yourself, okay?"
Listening to these words softly, she couldn't help but think of the time when she went for closed military training, and Grandpa Lin secretly stuffed 500 yuan in her shoe. Although it was eventually confiscated, the experience was still heartwarming.
She didn't tell anyone that there would be numerous cameras on the variety show, and the staff would check your belongings, so it was impossible to hide money.
Instead, she winked mischievously at someone, with a look that said, "Don't worry, I will hide the money well."
After exchanging a few words with others, Wensoft got up. Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up, Lin Qinghan also got up and said to her, "I'll take you back." Wensoft frowned. She didn't want to have too much contact with Lin Qinghan. Just as she was about to refuse, she heard Grandpa Lin speak up, "Xiaoruan, let him take you back. This place is remote, it's hard to hail a cab, and now you're a celebrity. Don't get into trouble."
Unable to brush off Grandpa Lin's kindness, Wensoft had to nod and politely say to Lin Qinghan, "Thank you for your trouble."
Hearing this unfamiliar and polite speech, Lin Qinghan felt a pang in his heart, but he didn't say anything. After exchanging greetings with Wensoft and Grandpa, he left with the others.
The two of them took the elevator directly to the ground floor.
Lin Qinghan had initially planned to have a good conversation with Wensoft on the way.
But when they got into the car, Wensoft simply closed her eyes, clearly indicating that she didn't want to communicate with him.
Seeing her in this state, Lin Qinghan's hand on the steering wheel tightened, his thin lips pressed down. Without saying much, he took a blanket from the back seat and covered her, then adjusted the car's air conditioning to a suitable temperature.
Only then did he start the engine.
The car slowly pulled out.
Wensoft, who had been keeping her eyes closed, gradually opened them at this moment, reaching out to touch the blanket on her body. With a faint expression, she seemed lost in thought.
Finally, she closed her eyes again, burying her face in the blanket.
By the time they arrived home, it was almost five in the afternoon.
Xiaomai had called her on the way, saying she was already downstairs.
Seeing that they were already inside the neighborhood, Wensoft didn't want others to know that Lin Qinghan had brought her back. She said, "You don't need to pull in. Just stop here."
She folded the blanket in her hand into a square and placed it back on the rear seat. Then, she once again thanked Lin Qinghan with polite and distant words, "Thanks for today."
Lin Qinghan didn't like the tone with which Wensoft addressed him. He would rather she scolded him, or even hit him, than keep such a distant attitude between them.
He pulled the car over to the side, took a deep breath, and looked at her, about to say, "Wensoft, I-"
Before he could finish speaking, Wensoft had already turned her head and promptly interrupted him, her voice quiet, "Lin Qinghan, I've already said everything I need to say to you. With Grandpa around, we can't have absolutely no contact in the future. I don't want him to be upset, so I will try to treat you as I would an ordinary friend."
"I hope you can do the same."
After saying that, she didn't look at Lin Qinghan again and instead opened the car door, intending to get out.
Lin Qinghan reached out to grab her hand, but after the beating he had received today, his whole body was aching, and after driving for over two hours, his arms were sore. He groaned in pain before he could touch Wensoft's hand.
Hearing the sound, Wensoft turned her head to look at him, and seeing him pale and with purple lips, she furrowed her brow, stopped her action, and asked, "What happened to you?"
Lin Qinghan raised his eyes to look at her, with the car door half open and her showing a concerned look. Originally, he wouldn't have been willing to tell anyone about this kind of thing. It was too embarrassing. But now, looking at Wensoft, he suddenly felt that it wasn't embarrassing at all. As long as he could keep her, it was good. He held his aching arm and, looking at her, softly said, "Grandpa beat me."
What?
Wensoft was stunned. How could Grandpa have beaten Lin Qinghan?
Looking into her eyes, and seeing her look, Lin Qinghan paused and continued, "He scolded me for not taking care of you, for making you sad."
Thinking about the cane he had seen fallen on the ground in Grandpa's room, and how Lin Qinghan couldn't lift his arm at dinner just now, Wensoft finally understood. It seemed that before she arrived at the nursing home, Grandpa had given Lin Qinghan a good scolding, and judging by his current state, it was probably quite severe.
She looked at him, her voice suddenly soft, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
It had been a long time since Lin Qinghan had seen Wensoft act like this. His heart skipped a beat. Dumbfounded, he hesitated before replying, "It hurts."
"Good, it should hurt!"
Finished speaking, Wensoft's expression changed, from being gentle a moment ago to cold and emotionless now, without a hint of a smile. She raised her hand, grabbed her bag, and harshly struck Lin Qinghan's arm several times before he could react, then got out of the car without waiting for a response.
Standing by the car door, she didn't leave immediately. Instead, she bent down and looked inside at the stunned man, her voice cold, "Don't always remember the beating and forget the pain. If you bother me again, I'll have Grandpa break your leg!"