Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 82 Considerate Fourth Young Master Shen (3)

Ma Huilian didn’t want to leave. Even if the old lady would thoroughly neglect her, she still wanted to stay and listen to what the old lady was saying to Mi Jing. But given the old lady’s words, she had to leave even if she didn’t want to.

"Oh, then you two have a good chat."

Ma Huilian said this with a smile, but the moment she turned around, the smile froze into a cold sneer, and her eyes were filled with flames of jealousy and resentment.

In this family, apart from Shen Zixian and Shen Jiajia, it was clear that no one else liked Ma Huilian. The first time she saw this situation, Mi Jing was a bit surprised, but after seeing it a few times, she got used to it and remained calm. She only glanced at Ma Huilian’s departing back for a moment before quickly retracting her gaze.

"Jingjing, what’s wrong with your face?" The old lady focused on Mi Jing’s cheek covered with gauze, asking with a concerned, stern expression.

"I accidentally scratched it, it’s nothing, it will heal in a few days." After talking with Ma Huilian for a while, she hadn’t even asked about the injury on her cheek, but her grandmother asked immediately upon sitting down. Perhaps this is the difference between genuine concern and indifference!

"You have to be more careful." The old lady scolded, then continued, "Luckily, Xingxing is studying medicine and knows how to treat wounds, or it would be a shame if a scar was left on your pretty face."

"It was just a rare accident, I’ve learned my lesson and will be more careful in the future."

Mi Jing didn’t bother to explain further. After speaking, she smiled lightly and took out a box of osmanthus cake, then opened it and placed it on the table, "Grandma, have a taste. It might be better with some green tea."

Hearing this, the old lady smiled appreciatively at Mi Jing and then said to Mrs. Zhou, "Zhou, go make a pot of green tea for me."

Mrs. Zhou responded, put down the photo album, and turned to leave.

The album was filled with a sense of age. The cover had turned yellow but looked well-preserved, without obvious signs of damage.

Seeing Mi Jing’s gaze on the album, the old lady took the album, opened it, and said, "This album is full of memories of your grandfather and me..."

Pausing, the old lady pointed to a photo, her expression softening, and continued, "This is Xingxing’s grandfather."

In the black-and-white photo, the man wearing glasses had a handsome and elegant appearance, somewhat resembling Shen Lingxing.

It is said that, compared to Shen Zixian, Shen Lingxing looks more like Sir Shen, especially with the gentle and scholarly air between his brows, giving a very comfortable feeling.

"He was the most handsome when he was young, but as he got older, he had less hair..."

The old lady’s warm and calm tone narrated each photo’s story, and the album contained not just photos but also jewelry design drafts. Every year on their wedding anniversary, Sir Shen would design a piece of jewelry for the old lady, including necklaces, earrings, bracelets, brooches, and rings...

Although Mi Jing didn’t understand jewelry design, from a purely aesthetic perspective, she felt each piece was very exquisite and unique. Moreover, the most beautiful thing in these designs was the love between them.

The tenderness in the old lady’s words revealed her deep affection for Sir Shen, which time hadn’t taken away or diminished.

Time flew by during their conversation, eating the faintly fragrant osmanthus cake, drinking the refreshing green tea, and listening to the old lady’s old stories. In this quiet atmosphere, Mi Jing’s slightly restless heart was temporarily soothed, and all her thoughts calmed down.

"Why don’t you stay for dinner before going back?" After spending the afternoon together, the old lady’s fondness for Mi Jing increased significantly, and she repeatedly asked her to stay for dinner, reluctant to let her go.

"I can’t, Lingxing will have dinner at home, and I want to get back before he does." Mi Jing felt a bit embarrassed to mention her insignificant cooking skills, which were not worth mentioning at all.

"You can cook?" The old lady, born into a prestigious family, had learned to manage a company over decades but had never learned to cook. And like everyone else, she was curious about things others could do that she couldn’t, even someone like her who had seen many grand scenes.

"I wouldn’t call it cooking, just making raw food edible." Mi Jing wasn’t being humble; she felt it was simply a fact.

"That’s still better than me." Thinking back to her few cooking experiences, the old lady couldn’t bear to recall them. At least Mi Jing could cook food thoroughly, while she always left it half-cooked. When she was young, the family’s conditions were quite poor, and every meal she cooked wasted a portion of food. After a few times, no one dared to let her cook again.

"Ha." Mi Jing couldn’t help but laugh, then said seriously, "Fortunately, Lingxing is willing to be the ’guinea pig.’

Guinea pig?

The old lady also laughed, her eyes full of pride, "Xingxing has been a hardworking and resilient child since he was young. From elementary school, he never spent the family’s money on his education. When other kids were playing and having fun, he was off earning money through work-study programs. This child is very much like his grandfather, always humble and not arrogant."

As a result, the old lady loved him especially, wanting to give him the best of everything and trusted him fully. Naturally, Shen Lingxing had always been the first choice for the company’s successor, and the old lady never considered Shen Zixian. freёweɓnovel.com

Meanwhile, Mi Jing drove away from the Shen family’s ancestral house, and on the other side, Mi Wan drove to a rental house in the West Suburb.

"Shh!"

As soon as Mi Wan got out of the car, a young man with a delinquent look, standing three or four meters away, whistled at her, his lewd and filthy gaze glued to her, as if he wanted to strip her clothes off.

"Hey beautiful, where are you going?"

Although Mi Wan was in her thirties, she looked very young, dressed casually and elegantly, appearing to be in her twenties, with fair skin that aroused the delinquent’s lust.

Such low-level harassment was completely ignored by Mi Wan. She closed the car door and turned to leave immediately. But the delinquent wasn’t giving up, quickly rushing over to block Mi Wan’s path.

"Hey beautiful, what’s your name? Give me your number?" Having idled here the whole day and feeling bored, the delinquent could only pass the time by harassing attractive women. He had lost count of the women he harassed today but thought Mi Wan was the most beautiful one.

"Get out of my way!" Mi Wan frowned slightly and said coldly.

"What if I don’t?" The delinquent reached out to grab Mi Wan’s hand, but his hand was stopped mid-air by a loud reprimand!