The next morning, Xu Xinyi, still in bed, heard a knock on the door.
Xu Xinyi joined the crew late and had been filming day and night to keep up with the schedule. Ever since the TV series "Beibei's Promotion Diary" started filming, she hadn't had a good night's sleep. When Yi Yang returned to the country, she took two days off for personal reasons.
She vaguely remembered hearing "the old man is back" when she was half-asleep and overheard some conversation outside the door.
The old man is back?!
Startled from her half-asleep state, Xu Xinyi sat up in a panic, and as she slid under the covers, she felt electrified.
Wasn't he supposed to come back next week? Why did he come back today?
Xu Xinyi instinctively looked around, but she was alone in the messy bed, and Yi Yang was not around.
Without thinking too much, Xu Xinyi got up, went to the door, pulled her hair a few times, and took a deep breath before opening the door.
"Chen Bo, what's wrong?"
Mr. Chen, who was standing outside the door, smiled and said, "The old gentleman came back early this morning. He is downstairs now. The lady asked me to come and tell you and the young master to get up quickly."
"Okay, I and Yi Yang will go down right away."
As soon as Mr. Chen turned and went downstairs, Xun Xinyi hurriedly opened the doors of several empty rooms next door, searching one by one, but did not find anyone in the two rooms on the left and right.
She called Yi Yang's phone, but none of the calls went through.
Where did this damn guy go in the middle of the night?
She glanced around the several rooms on the third floor. The third floor was divided into two directions, east and west, with a high-ceilinged living room corridor in the middle, and she estimated that he might have gone to sleep in the two rooms on the west side.
Xun Xinyi tiptoed along the corridor wall, barefoot and hunched, heading to the west end.
She couldn't make a big fuss, she had to be quiet, couldn't let the people downstairs hear, and most importantly, couldn't let the old gentleman know that they had been married for two years and were still sleeping in separate rooms.
There were vague voices in the living room.
"Dad, let me help you upstairs to rest for a while." This was Mrs. Yi's voice.
Then there was the sound of footsteps coming upstairs.
At this moment, the door of the closest room on the west side opened, and Yi Yang, wearing pajamas, with disheveled hair, stood at the door looking like he had just woken up.
They looked at each other.
The footsteps were getting closer and clearer, and it looked like they were coming up to the third floor.
Oh no, can't let Grandpa see them in this state.
Before Xun Xinyi could explain, she took a run-up and then leaped lightly onto Yi Yang's body, as agile as a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, grabbing his neck tightly with both hands, her feet tightly entwined around his waist, just like a sloth clinging to a tree trunk.
Early in the morning, Yi Yang hadn't come to his senses yet, his mind was drowsy, both his brain and limbs were still in the process of waking up.
Just as he opened the door, before he could say a word, a gust of wind swept over, his vision blurred, then a huge force hit him head-on. Unprepared, Yi Yang staggered back a few steps, and his sturdy back slammed hard against the wall.
He almost got crushed to death by Xun Xinyi's sudden move.
Bang!
Their foreheads collided.
"Ouch!"
Yi Yang's vision darkened, his back ached, and he still had at least a hundred pounds of Xun Xinyi hanging on him. After recovering, he was shaking with anger, "Xun Xinyi! Get off me!"
Early in the morning, what kind of nonsense is this!
Xun Xinyi covered her forehead, still in pain, and couldn't speak for a while.
The footsteps at the staircase suddenly stopped.
Yi Yang, with Xun Xinyi on his back and his head covered, and Mr. Yi being supported by Mrs. Yi, made eye contact.
"Grandpa?"
Xun Xinyi turned her head to look back while sitting on Yi Yang, pretending to be surprised, "Grandpa, are you really back?"
The unexpected return of Yi's grandfather had caught everyone off guard.
When he was younger, the old man had gone through a lot of hardships, and as he reached old age, his body's illnesses became more apparent.
Just two months after Xun Xinyi and Yi Yang got married, Yi's grandfather had to go to the hospital for treatment due to his health issues. Later, he was transferred to a convalescent home for over a year.
Recently, the doctor announced that Mr. Yi's health had improved during his time at the convalescent home, and he could return home for rest. Not being able to wait, Mr. Yi had returned home ahead of time the next day.
Of course, this was not communicated to the Yi family, as the old man still had a youthful heart and wanted to surprise everyone.
No one thought that the first thing he would see upon his return would be this scene.
Mr. Yi didn't think it was a big deal, but the expression on Mrs. Yi's face darkened as she watched the two of them messing around early in the morning without any decorum, and she was about to scold them, "What are...
"I know what I should do, but Xinyi, I warn you, behave yourself in front of grandpa!"
Xinyi pursed her lips and said, "Okay."
"I dare not do it again," Yi Yang indignantly went to the restroom to wash his hands.
After washing up, the two of them got dressed and went downstairs.
Mr. Yi also returned to the dining table after a brief rest, enjoying the first family breakfast in two years.
Xinyi looked at Mr. Yi’s silver hair and felt quite heartbroken.
When he had arrived, Mr. Yi still had black hair and a vigorous spirit. In less than two years, under the torment of illness, his hair had turned completely white.
"Grandpa, you came back early without informing us. Is everything okay with your health?"
"Grandpa is still healthy, what could go wrong?" Mr. Yi burst into laughter and lovingly patted Xinyi's hand. "What about Yi Yang?"
"He'll be here soon."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yi Yang came downstairs. Dressed in a suit, he exuded composure and walked confidently to Mr. Yi, "Grandpa."
In the last two years, every one of Yi Yang’s achievements was reported to the nursing home, and Mr. Yi was well aware of his progress and accomplishments.
Seeing the grandson in front of him, who could be entrusted with the family business, Mr. Yi nodded, and with a satisfied look in his eyes, said, "Not bad!"
Mr. Yi had always been strict with his son and grandson. Mrs. Yi knew that when Mr. Yi said "not bad," it was a definite affirmation of Yi Yang.
"Grandpa is satisfied with everything, but one thing, I've been in the nursing home for over a year. Why haven’t you two worked hard to give me a great-grandchild?”
"Grandpa, I'm busy with work and Xinyi is filming, so it’s not quite suitable for her to get pregnant. We are still young, there's no rush."
"No rush? Wait until I'm in the grave…"
"Grandpa, you will live to be a hundred!"
Mrs. Yi quickly intervened, "Dad, you haven’t had breakfast yet, anything else can wait until we've eaten."
Mr. Yi looked at the two of them, sighed, and said, "Fine."
The incident was then brushed aside.
They had set out several of their favorite morning treats on the table. Xinyi sat beside Yi Yang, like many wives in love, with a smile of joy in her eyes.
"Honey, what do you like to eat? I’ll make it for you."
"I'll do it myself."
"I’ll do it!" Xinyi snatched the toast from him, spread a thick layer of butter on it, drizzled honey on top, and covered it with another slice of toast, and then brought it to Yi Yang’s mouth.
"Honey, ah~"
Seeing Yi Yang not opening his mouth, Xinyi wondered, "Honey?"
Yi Yang was a strange person; he could drink black coffee expressionlessly but would not even eat a piece of sugar.
Yi Yang stared intently at her, as if warning her not to do it, but Xinyi, having finally found this opportunity, was unwilling to let it go, and asked in a pretentious manner, "Honey, doesn’t it suit your taste? Don’t you like it?"
Yi Yang’s eyebrows could crush a fly. After a while, he lowered his head, took a bite of the toast, chewed twice, abruptly paused, and looked into Xinyi's eyes. It seemed like he had swallowed something too tough to swallow, and finally, he managed to force it down.
For every mouthful, there was a warning. Xinyi seemed oblivious to it. She fed the entire toast to Yi Yang, one bite at a time.
Yi Yang's hand, hidden under the table, loosened and tightened repeatedly. Without changing his expression, he instructed the maid to bring two cups of coffee, placing one in front of Xinyi. Gently sipping the coffee, he said, “You like coffee, so I asked the maid to prepare a cup for you.”
It was black coffee with no sugar or milk, bitter enough to make people feel nauseous.
Xinyi laughed nervously, "I don’t like…"
The coffee was placed in front of her.
Xinyi's smile vanished instantly.
"Immature! So immature!”
“Can you be any more immature? Do you really need to be so petty! Your mind is so small!”
“You sly bastard!”
In response to Yi Yang sending her the coffee, Xinyi, under Mr. Yi’s increasingly fond gaze, drank it all, one mouthful at a time.
The bitterness of the coffee was indescribable. Xinyi experienced a taste of pregnancy in advance and nearly bid farewell to this beautiful world.
“Honey, thank you.”
“You just wait and see!”
Mr. Yi looked on with an even more amused smile.
Yi Yang, neither like himself nor like his father, was cold-hearted, like his grandmother. If there were more people around to warm his heart, he would be at ease.
"Before going to the nursing home, the relationship between the couple was so cold. Now, after coming back from the nursing home, their relationship is so good?"
Madam Yi had an indescribable expression and said with difficulty, "Feelings... can be nurtured."
Mr. Yi, as if having not noticed anything, chuckled, "Yes, they can."
Yi Yang, who sought revenge, looked at the time on his wristwatch, "Grandfather, it's getting late, I'll go to work first. You rest at home and we can talk when I come back."
"Go ahead."
Yi Yang got up to leave.
"Honey, your tie seems crooked," Yi Yang looked down, preparing to adjust his tie, when Xu Xinyi got up, turned her back to Mr. Yi, and started adjusting Yi Yang's tie. "Accidentally" applying too much force, she nearly made Yi Yang spit out the breakfast he had just eaten.
Yi Yang coughed suddenly.
Xu Xinyi quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Are you alright, dear?"
Suppressing his anger, Yi Yang adjusted his tie and forced out a few words, "I'm fine, I'll leave first."
"Wait." Xu Xinyi pouted.
Watching Xu Xinyi, whose lips were covered in oil, Yi Yang, gritted his teeth, "What are you doing!"
"Honey, a kiss."
Yi Yang: "......"