Although she didn't say a word to him and regarded him as nothing, her relationship with her seemed to be much closer, and Lu Chen was content in his heart.
What's more, even if he asked, Shengge didn't completely trust him at the moment, so he probably wouldn't tell the truth.
Lu Chen gathered his thoughts and went with Sheng Xiuyun to play with little Nian Nian.
Outside the villa.
Ji Yuting pushed the old man to a quiet corner of the yard behind the villa.
"At Ting, just stay here."
Hearing this, Ji Yuting let go of his wheelchair, took a step back, and stood upright with a calm demeanor.
Mr. Ji pressed the button on the armrest and turned the smart wheelchair to face Ji Yuting.
From this perspective, he had to look up at Ji Yuting.
Ji Yuting is too tall, which makes Mr. Ji very uncomfortable.
"Can Ating squat down? Grandpa's neck is not good. He feels tired after raising his head for a while."
Ji Yuting's thin lips were pursed tightly, his dark eyes were lowered, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he squatted down in a standard military posture, one meter away from Mr. Ji's feet.
Mr. Ji's heart hurt, "Grandpa doesn't want to punish you. You don't have to behave like this. Now you are a completely independent person in power. Grandpa will no longer interfere with your decisions, let alone like when you were a child.
We will strictly manage you as a militarized person, but you can squat as you please."
Ji Yuting did not raise his eyes to meet his gaze, and said in an indifferent tone, "I'm used to it."
If you ask him to let go of his decorum and become free and loose, I'm afraid he won't be able to do it.
Mr. Ji sighed softly and stretched out his wrinkled hand, but found that the distance was not enough.
"Can Ating come closer? Grandpa can't even touch you."
This time, Ji Yuting hesitated longer and squatted for several minutes before slowly getting up, walking to Mr. Ji's feet and squatting down.
Mr. Ji carefully touched his short hair, feeling extremely emotional.
"Are you angry with grandpa in your heart? You feel that grandpa doesn't trust Ating enough and even hired an old employee at the National Bureau of Investigation. He feels that grandpa is sorry for your dead parents and sorry for you."
Speaking of the latter part, the old man's fingertips trembled and he took a deep breath.
Ji Yuting felt his loving touch and still said concisely, "No."
"Lie." Mr. Ji raised his fingertips and tapped his head lightly.
Although it was a slight rebuke, it was somewhat doting.
Mr. Ji, who once dominated the military world, when did he ever surrender?
Ji Yuting was shocked and told the truth to the old man: "I complained, but I didn't feel that grandpa was sorry for me."
He actually understood the old man's choice.
The eldest son and his wife have already passed away and will never come back. It is impossible to lose the other two sons for this.
What's more, the old man took him to raise him. Although he was very strict and was often beaten and punished, he never treated him badly.
The old man didn't feel sorry for him.
Before, it was difficult to get over the hurdle in his heart. He felt uncomfortable, so he didn't go to the old man's villa for a few months.
Now, listening to the old man talking to him in a soft tone, the thorn in my heart seemed to be being pulled out little by little.
Mr. Ji's eyes were slightly red, his old fingers trembled even more, and he patted his generous shoulder, giving a serious explanation for the first time...