The old man heard the movement and turned his head slowly.
It would be an understatement to say that he was skinny. There was no flesh at all on his face, and his eyes looked round and big, which was inexplicably scary.
The old man's movements were very slow, and his eyes slowly fell on Jiang Qingchi.
Yan Nian put Jiang Qingchi down.
"Qingchi, call me grandma."
"Hello, grandma."
Facing such a skinny old lady, Jiang Qingchi was not afraid, but just looked at her ignorantly.
Ma Xueyan threw the cigarette butt into the corner and burned out the few remaining cigarette butts.
"Your son?"
"Grandma, why do you say 'your son'? Shouldn't you say 'my grandson'?"
Hearing this, Ma Xueyan slowly raised her lips and smiled.
"It's up to you... you're a clever master."
"Have the surgery fees been paid?"
Ma Xueyan suffered from lymphoma and was already in the advanced stage when she was diagnosed.
I had surgery not long ago, but it failed and the cancer cells spread.
Yan Nian heard about this from Ma Xueyan's poker friend.
"Well, your husband paid me all."
Yan Nian was stunned.
He smiled the next second.
"He is, really."
It was so true that she didn’t even know what to say about him!
I was angry and moved, wanted to laugh and felt sad at the same time.
"Your husband, he has a better temper than your father and can keep his composure. If you marry him, you are marrying the right person."
"Yeah, but my dad is pretty good too. I remember he was very nice to you before, so I never doubted that you were not my biological mother."
"yes… "
Ma Xueyan's thoughts drifted away, her fingers were trembling as she supported the chair, and she let out a long sigh.
"It's because he behaved so well that it made me feel like he loved me too."
Loved me too.
Therefore, Ma Xueyan must also have loved Yan Yuming.
Yan Nian turned away and looked up at the ceiling, his red eyes filled with water.
Her eyes turned back and forth several times, but no tears fell.
What is love
To support each other and be vigorous, or to be sad alone like now
"Let me wash your face. Your face is a bit gray."
Yan Nian helped Ma Xueyan up from the wicker chair and onto a wheelchair nearby.
Jiang Qingchi also helped his mother and grandma.
The little guy looked at his mother and then at Ma Xueyan with watery eyes.
Ma Xueyan seemed to like Jiang Qingchi very much and smiled, "There are candies on the coffee table for the children to eat."
"No, he's changing his teeth. He's not allowed to eat sweets recently."
"Mom, I'd better eat, otherwise grandma will be sad!"
"Then go and eat one piece, only one piece, and then watch TV on the sofa."
"Okay mom!"
Jiang Qingchi is very well-behaved, doesn't make noises, and doesn't cry like some children do when they go to a strange place.
He was very sensible, polite, and respectful. Yan Nian felt very pleased.
"You taught him well."
"No, it was Jiang Beiyuan who educated him well. He was strict at home and unsmiling."
"I guess so."
"Oh, am I that ignorant?!"
Yan Nian smiled and chatted with Ma Xueyan. He rolled up his sleeves, moistened a towel with warm water, and then wiped Ma Xueyan's face.
Looking at it so closely, I realized that Ma Xueyan had really lost a lot of weight.
Chemotherapy, suffering.
"When you were young, your father said that you must marry someone who can tolerate you... Otherwise, you will have a weird temper that most men can't handle."
(End of chapter)