Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today
Chapter 205: The Grandson of the Old Fox?_1

Chapter 205: Chapter 205: The Grandson of the Old Fox?_1

Su Qinglong arrived at Su Wanxia’s room with a smile on his face after a while.

"Xiaxia, what did you want to see Grandpa about? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Looking at the kindly old man in front of her, full of concern, a warm current swept through Su Wanxia’s heart.

"Grandpa... I’m sorry." She lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed.

But when Su Qinglong heard her call him "Grandpa," he became emotional and his eyes reddened. He had waited for this "Grandpa" for over twenty years, longing for it and finally hearing it before leaving this world.

"Child, what silly things are you saying? It’s Grandpa who owes you an apology. I not only failed to protect you well, but also failed to fulfill a grandfather’s responsibilities..." His weathered face betrayed a hint of guilt, and his warm eyes took on a touch of time-worn sorrow.

Su Wanxia was moved, and at the same time, she felt regret for her previous attitude.

"No, I think Grandpa is very good--" she said smilingly, sincerely.

Listening to her words, Su Qinglong became even happier, and the wrinkles on his face deepened further.

"Really? Does Xiaxia really think so?"

"Yes---really," Su Wanxia nodded firmly.

Su Qinglong laughed heartily, "You truly are my granddaughter!"

Seeing his joy, the smile on Su Wanxia’s face deepened as well.

As their relationship eased, Su Qinglong’s straightforward nature instantly emerged again.

He sat on the rosewood chair beside the bed, straightened his expression, and began to speak in a somewhat irate voice, "Xiaxia... tell Grandpa, is the father of my great-grandson that scoundrel Mu Zetian’s grandson?"

Not only did Su Wanxia’s mouth twitch when she heard his words, even Su Ran looked at the fiery-tempered old man with a straight line for a forehead.

To think that he couldn’t just say something straightforwardly, but had to beat around the bush, and on top of that, he had to curse someone out in the process.

The two of them were left speechless.

Su Wanxia hummed awkwardly and slowly nodded her head.

Su Qinglong immediately flared up, standing up from the chair with fury, his hand holding the cane thumping forcefully against the floor, "That sly fox Mu Zetian, allowing his grandson to act so outrageously, one of these days, I’ll strip him of that fox’s pelt for sure!"

Su Wanxia was taken aback, and murmured with her head lowered, "Grandpa... what does this have to do with his grandfather---"

Su Qinglong paused, and his angry face quickly softened into a chuckle, "Xiaxia, Grandpa was just angry, wasn’t he?"

Then his eyebrows furrowed again as he said resentfully, "That Mu family brat! How dare he scheme against my granddaughter. When I see him one of these days, I’m going to give him a good lesson!"

Su Qinglong was solely focused on criticizing the Mu family, never once asking whether his granddaughter was willing.

The more he said, the more Su Wanxia felt mortified. What was she supposed to say, that in front of him she had to admit, "Grandpa, I did it willingly..."?

Oh my god--

"Xiaxia, how should Grandpa teach him a lesson to make you feel better?"

Su Wanxia massaged her forehead, unintentionally thinking of a way to change the subject.

"Grandfather, why is there so much wood everywhere in this room?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qinglong’s mouth twitched momentarily, and a trace of helplessness crossed Su Ran’s eyes.

"Xiaxia? What, you don’t like the room your grandfather had people decorate for you?" He had put a lot of effort into having the room designed especially for his precious granddaughter. The materials used in this room, the very least were made of rosewood for the tables and chairs, and the rest went without saying. What satisfied him the most was the princess bed made of genuine agarwood, which he had managed to win at an auction after much difficulty!

When Su Wanxia heard this, it instantly all made sense to her—the room had been specially decorated on her grandfather’s orders.

She then took a serious look at the spacious bedroom, noting that the wood color of the furniture was consistent, and the carved floral patterns were exquisitely lifelike. The warm-toned wallpaper complemented the room’s décor perfectly, natural and tasteful, clearly the result of a lot of hard work.

She nodded and smiled lightly, "Mmm, I like it. It’s antique and elegant--"

"Right? I guessed you’d like it--most importantly, it’s eco-friendly, healthy..."

Moved by his concern, Su Wanxia couldn’t help but find the situation amusing. It seemed her grandfather was trying to instill in her the principles of healthy living...

"Grandfather, I heard from Su Ran that you donated a lot of blood to save me. Are you sure your health is okay?" Su Wanxia couldn’t help but worry.

"It’s fine, don’t let my age fool you, I’m still strong," he said, bursting into hearty laughter.

Su Wanxia’s eyes grew a bit misty. Given what Su Ran had told her before, she could not believe that he was truly in good health—it was just that he didn’t want her to worry, to keep her from knowing the truth.

The elder Su stayed with Su Wanxia a while longer before telling her to rest well. He issued a long string of instructions and then, alongside Su Ran, left her room.

The moment they departed, the bedroom fell into silence once more. She raised her hand to rub her forehead, truly feeling sleepy—

Sitting up slightly, she moved the pillow behind her to the side and then lay down, closing her eyes. One hand, almost involuntarily, came to rest on her flat belly, and it was only then, reassured, that she drifted into a deep sleep—

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In a villa owned by the Mu Family--

Mu’s mother sat on the sofa, her head lowered, apparently engulfed in sorrow...

Opposite her was an elderly man.

His temples were streaked with white, his eyes full of the vicissitudes of life, his brows knitted in distress, and his face, creased with wrinkles, bore traces of sternness, yet at that moment, it was worry that prevailed.

He sighed heavily, helplessly saying to Mu’s mother, "Lanzhi... I told you before I left to let go of the resentment in your heart, but did you listen? Not only have you tortured yourself, but you’ve also, through a series of unfortunate events, caused Yingchen to suffer this way!"

Mu’s mother paused for a moment before finally lifting her head.

"Dad, you can let go, but I can’t. Ye Yu’s death is inseparably linked to that woman!"

His daughter’s words left Mu Zetian bitterly disappointed, "Lanzhi! If she’s implicated, are you not as well?"

Mu’s mother’s face turned ashen. She looked at Mu Zetian’s piercing eyes, disbelieving, as her heart began to race.

"That day, before Ye Yu left the house, didn’t you two have a big argument? You deliberately used that woman to upset him, to make him distressed--if not for you, how would he have rushed out in a fit of anger, and then drive his car when his heart condition suddenly flared up, leading to that tragedy!" Mu Zetian bitterly recounted the truth of what happened that year.

Mu’s mother was utterly frozen on the sofa; she had no idea that the elder Mu knew about the argument she had with Yingchen’s father!

"Dad..." her voice trembled as she spoke.

"I’ve been at odds with that brute Su Qinglong for decades, but a car accident took both our sons away from us! As to who is right and who is wrong, we both know the reality..." Mu Zetian’s voice was drained of strength, the weight of that tragedy was clearly the most devastating blow!