The door of the ward was pushed open and Mr. Wen walked in anxiously.
"Grandpa!" Wen Xinya called softly. Perhaps because of her different state of mind, she became more calm facing the grandfather who had loved her in her previous life and then abandoned her.
"Xinya, you're awake. Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to ask a doctor to come and take a look?" Old Master Wen strode to the bedside and looked at her carefully. He saw that her eyes were red and her face was a little pale, but she seemed to be in good spirits. He gradually felt relieved.
"Grandpa, I'm fine, you don't have to worry." Wen Xinya comforted him with a smile.
"Grandpa bought you your favorite shrimp and barley porridge. You've been unconscious all night, so you must be hungry now." Old Master Wen looked at Wen Wenya with a complicated look. The child had been back in the Wen family for more than two months, and even what she liked to eat was told to her by Lao Mo. He felt very uncomfortable.
If you don’t say it, you won’t feel it. Once you say it, Wen Xinya feels as if she has been hungry for several lifetimes: “I haven’t eaten since last night, and until this morning, I’m almost starving to death.”
When she said this, both Grandpa Wen and Grandpa Mo felt very distressed.
Old Master Wen quickly opened the thermos cup and poured the porridge into the bowl: "Grandpa bought a lot, it's enough to keep you full."
The hot porridge was steaming, making Wen Xinya's appetite grow. She said in surprise, "It's Jiuchongtian's shrimp and barley porridge. It smells so good!"
"I went there specially to buy it this morning." Jiuchongtian doesn't accept takeout, so when he heard that Xinya's favorite dish was Jiuchongtian's shrimp and barley porridge, he drove over to buy it this morning.
"Thank you, Grandpa!" Wen Xinya held the bowl and ate with sweet satisfaction.
"Eat slowly, no one is trying to snatch the food from you." Mr. Mo reached out and took a tissue from her and wiped the porridge off her face.
Old Master Wen looked at her, hesitant to speak.
Wen Xinya pretended not to see it and just buried her head in her food.
Old Master Wen sighed and said, "Xinya, why don't you move back to the Wen family? Your grandfather's place is far away from the city and suitable for retirement, but it would be inconvenient for a young person like you to come and go."
This time, Xinya's kidnapping scared him to death. After receiving a call from Mr. Mo, he hurried to the Mo family. The police were waiting at the Mo family for a ransom call so as to find clues, but after waiting for two hours, the phone did not ring. He couldn't help but wonder, if the other party was not asking for money, then what should Xinya do
After waiting anxiously for three hours, Mr. Mo received a call saying that Xinya was fine and in the hospital. He and Mr. Mo hurried to the hospital. When he saw her lying on the bed with a pale face, her thin and frail body sunk deep in the white sheets, as fragile as a breakable doll, his heart ached and he was extremely sad.
Later, when he asked the doctor about her condition, he learned that she was almost injected with liquid drugs, which caused her to suffer from severe stimulation and the excitement and madness of drug abuse and addiction withdrawal symptoms. He was heartbroken to the extreme.
He stayed by her side the whole night. She lay quietly on the bed, as if even her breathing had become weak, and as if if he blinked, a living being would disappear before his eyes.
He was anxious all night, and only when the doctor came to check on her in the morning and said she would wake up soon did he breathe a sigh of relief.
If the Wen family had been able to accommodate her, how could she have lived with Mr. Mo, and how could the taxi have taken advantage of the opportunity and been kidnapped.
All in all, he was responsible for what happened to the child.
When Mr. Mo heard his words, his eyes flashed, but he remained silent.
Wen Xinya was slightly startled and said, "Grandpa, this was an accident. I will be careful next time. Don't worry. I live well with grandpa. Now I am learning chess, piano, calligraphy and painting with grandpa. If I go back to the Wen family, it will be inconvenient for grandpa to guide me to study."
Old Master Wen frowned and said, "I heard from your grandfather that you have learned well. It's okay to learn these things. After all, you don't want to be a talented woman in the world."
Wen Xinya said, "Grandpa, I was also thinking of learning it, but after I really learned it, I realized that everything has its spirituality. The piano can train one's mind, and one must be flexible and flexible in order to be able to control it freely. Chess can help one understand wisdom and make plans, and calligraphy can help one cultivate one's spirit. When one's spirit is clear, one will be clear-headed. Painting can help one determine one's nature, and one's state of mind will naturally open up without being frivolous or impatient. Epic poems and laws can help one understand the past and the present and cultivate wisdom. These are exactly what I lack. I have been wandering outside for fifteen years. No matter how well I learn orthodox education, I will still be criticized. I can only integrate these things into myself and be excellent from the inside out, so that I can shut up others."
Mr. Mo nodded with satisfaction. This child is indeed intelligent.
"Xinya, you are the heir of the Wen family. You will definitely inherit everything from the Wen family in the future. You just need to learn these things. There is no need to study them so hard. Do you want to inherit your grandfather's legacy?" Old Man Wen knew that she was telling the truth and he couldn't refute her. But when he thought about how interested she was in what Old Man Mo taught him, he was worried that she would learn these things and ignore her identity as the heir of the Wen family.
Wen Xinya smiled and said, "Grandpa, I know what is important and what is not. I learn these things only to sharpen my character and wisdom, and to cultivate my cultivation, temperament, and inner self. This does not conflict with the identity of the heir to the Wen family. Don't you hope that the future heir of the Wen family will have character, wisdom, cultivation, temperament, and inner self?"
"Grandpa can't argue with you. Whatever you say is right. Anyway, your introductory dinner will be here soon, and you must move back then." Grandpa Wen said helplessly.
Mr. Mo said: "Although Xinya started a little late, she has wisdom, is smart and hardworking, and will be able to surpass her peers in three years at most."
When Mr. Wen thought of his daughter-in-law, who was so gentle and generous from the inside out, and then thought of his only son, no matter how reluctant he was, he had to admit that Mr. Mo was better at teaching his descendants than he was: "In that case, you should learn from your grandfather."
"Thank you, Grandpa!" Wen Xinya had already made plans. She would ask her grandfather to prepare a private driver for her so that she could come to the Mo residence to study during the day and accompany her grandfather, and then return to the Wen family at night. She didn't want to live under the same roof with Ning Shuqian and Wen Yuya all day long.
"However, you must be careful in the future. Lao Tao's son has always been your father's personal driver, but your father didn't like his dull personality so he changed him. I think Lao Tao's son is honest and loyal, so why not let him be your personal driver. Lao Tao has been with me for many years and has also given his son a living. If you have something to go out in the future, just call him and ask him to take you." If Grandpa Wen knew that his action today would make it convenient for Wen Xinya to go to the Mo family in the future, he would probably regret it so much.
This was like a dream come true. Wen Xinya was very happy: "Thank you, Grandpa!"