Chapter 83 Ulterior Motives

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"Want to go?" Jiang Yanci lowered his head and asked Wenjiu softly. Seeing her nod, he followed Zhou Bo to the depths of the yard with confidence.

On the way, he explained to Wenjiu: "My mother was raised by Zhou Bo, and even when I was a child, Zhou Bo took good care of me for a long time."

Jiang Yanci explained to Wenjiu why he was willing to meet his grandfather.

He could not give face to others, but Zhou Bo came to invite him personally, so he had to go.

Wenjiu understood in his heart that in a sea of false feelings, those rare sincerity seemed even more precious.

It can only be said that Jiang Yanci's grandfather knows his grandson well enough.

After thinking about the reason, Wenjiu patted the back of his hand soothingly: "Again, since you are here, it's no big deal to go and see him."

Moreover, Wenjiu could sense that Jiang Yanci was not without feelings for his grandfather.

Otherwise, he would not have been constrained by a villain like Zhou Zhilin for so many years.

As he was talking, Zhou Bo, who was leading the way, stopped in front of the room in the south of the courtyard.

Smelling the lingering smell of medicine in this independent courtyard and the faint suppressed panting in the room, Wen Jiu looked sideways at Jiang Yanci who frowned.

Maybe she was vicious.

But at this moment, as a bystander, she did not think that the old man inside was seeing Jiang Yanci when he was seriously ill because he missed his grandson.

Zhou Bo stepped forward to open the door and made a gesture of invitation to the two: "Young Master, Miss Wen Jiu, please."

Jiang Yanci nodded and said, "Thank you, Zhou Bo."

Although Wen Jiu felt disgusted by her guess, she did not show it on her face.

She really hoped that she was really vicious.

After nodding to Zhou Bo to express her gratitude, Wen Jiu followed Jiang Yanci into the room in front of her.

On the quaint brown-black couch under the window of the room, an old man who looked like a dead wood, with withered and pale hair, was staring at them closely with his yellow eyes.

The old man's frail body slowly moved back a few inches, leaning against the wall behind him, and sat up a little straighter than before.

"Little Ah Yan, you've grown up." A weak and hoarse voice came from the old man's mouth, which made people feel sad.

Jiang Yanci let go of the hand that was warming the wine, stepped forward and covered the old man with the blanket that had fallen off.

"Grandpa is old too." Jiang Yanci said, his eyes fell on the back of the old man's hand where the muscles had degenerated.

There were countless needle holes all over the thin layer of hand skin, and there were bruises that had not yet disappeared.

At this moment, Jiang Yanci couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

He knew that his purpose in seeing him was not pure, but his heart couldn't control the discomfort.

In the early years, the man in front of him could still lead him to walk in the yard again and again, but now he can only sit on the bed with difficulty.

He lowered his eyes, "Grandpa is looking for me, is there something?"

Zhou Zaixi's ashes were forcibly taken away by the man in front of him, and he was not allowed to offer sacrifices.

And for so many years of use.

Doesn't Jiang Yanci hate it?

Hate it.

However, seeing Zhou Hua'an's terminally ill appearance, he couldn't control his discomfort.

People's emotions are never black and white.

While Jiang Yanci was looking at Zhou Hua'an, Zhou Hua'an was also looking at him.

This grandson who once made him the proudest.

His facial features seemed to be enlarged in proportion, still as delicate as when he was a child, and very much like his mother.

However, compared with his childhood, his temperament was very different.

The person in front of him was mature, calm, and even had a bit of the arrogance that a person who had been in a high position for a long time should have.

He has grown up after all... Zhou Hua'an covered his lips and coughed softly. After drinking the hot water poured by Jiang Yanci to calm down, he said:

"The one on the table is what you have always wanted."

As he finished speaking, Jiang Yanci looked at the wooden box on the table next to him.

"I have kept this most important one with me, and the rest are with your uncle. You can take them away later."

The things he had always wanted were placed in front of him, but Jiang Yanci did not move.

He asked, "What does grandpa want me to do?"

A dark color flashed across Zhou Hua'an's eyes. After a moment, he shook his head, his expression full of sadness:

"You don't have to do anything, just take the things and leave."

Jiang Yanci tightened his hands hanging by his side and wanted to ask more questions, but Wenjiu, who had been quiet since entering the room, suddenly spoke.

"Jiang Yanci."

Her voice interrupted Jiang Yanci's unspoken question. Even Zhou Hua'an, who was ready to make a request on the couch, looked at her unhappily.

Wenjiu seemed not to notice Mr. Zhou's displeasure. She smiled obediently at him, then walked forward, picked up the wooden box on the table, turned around and handed it to Jiang Yanci, and said softly: "I

forgot the gift I prepared for your grandpa in the car. Can you help me get it?"

Jiang Yanci held the wooden box firmly in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the smile on Wenjiu's face without blinking.

He couldn't guess what Wenjiu wanted to do, but he didn't refute it.

"Okay." As the voice that could almost float in the wind fell, Jiang Yanci turned around and left the room holding the wooden box.

When his figure disappeared at the courtyard gate, Wenjiu walked over and pushed open another closed door.

A large wave of dazzling sunlight poured into the house again. Zhou Hua'an, who was used to the dim light in the house, closed his eyes uncomfortably.

When he got used to it, Wenjiu was standing in front of him again.

Zhou Hua'an looked at the overly beautiful girl in front of him and asked weakly:

"What do you want to do by sending Ah Yan away?"

Hearing the other party's question, Wenjiu's smile deepened a little: "Of course it is to prevent you, the old man, from morally kidnapping our Ah Yan."

Wenjiu was sure that if he hadn't spoken just now, after Jiang Yanci's questioning,

Zhou Hua'an's conditions would definitely be something that Jiang Yanci could not refuse.

When he said this, the light in Wenjiu's eyes was soft.

But the aggressive questioning between the lines made Zhou Hua'an's eyes change several times in an instant.

After a while, he covered his mouth and started coughing.

Wenjiu was not panicked. He poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him like Jiang Yanci.

However, Zhou Hua'an did not take it.

Wenjiu raised his eyebrows: "Are you afraid that I will poison you?"

"This is the Rule of Law Society, cough, cough, society!" I don't know if this sentence stimulated the person in front of him, Zhou Hua'an coughed even more.

Wenjiu curled his lips indifferently: "Your health..."

Wenjiu didn't finish, but they both knew it.

With his seriously ill body, Wenjiu couldn't do anything.

After Zhou Hua'an recovered, Wenjiu continued: "Let's be frank. I'm sure Mr. Zhou doesn't want to see me for too long, right?"

"Why do you say that?" Zhou Hua'an was a little cautious and didn't directly answer Wenjiu's question.

Hearing this, the softness in Wenjiu's eyes faded a little.

"Because, if the old man really wanted to give the things to Jiang Yanci, or really wanted to see him, he would have had plenty of opportunities in these years, but you didn't."

"Now that you suddenly see him, it's really hard for me not to suspect that you have ulterior motives."

"Can't it be that I, an old man, won't live long, and I want to see my grandson before I die?" Zhou Hua'an narrowed his eyes, and there was an incomprehensible dark color in his turbid pupils.

Wenjiu shook his head: "Impossible."

Wenjiu firmly believes that there must be something wrong when things are abnormal.