The window of the largest room on the first floor was lit. The lights on so early must be his grandfather’s room. He wore neatly pressed suit pants, a white shirt with its sleeves rolled up casually, holding his suit jacket in his hand, striding towards the inside. The aunt at the door was surprised to see Mu Yichen. Mu Yichen replied tersely with three words. "Ah! Young Master! Please come in!" "Is my grandfather on the first floor?" "Yes! The old master lives on the first floor, the young madam and the madam live on the second floor, the young miss and young master also live upstairs." Mu Yichen walked towards his grandfather’s room, his ears still listening to the aunt’s report. "How is the young madam?" Official source is NoveI-Fire.ɴet "The young madam is fine! Luckily, they sent her to the hospital in time, but she had a bit of a fever in the afternoon, so she’s lying in bed now." Mu Yichen instinctively paused, turned around, and frowned at the aunt. "The doctor came, it’s nothing serious, just lost too much blood in the morning, it’s hard to recover now!" "Which hospital did you go to for the check-up?" "It seems to be a private hospital!" The aunt wasn’t very clear, just thought there’s only that hospital nearby. Mu Yichen didn’t ask further, but instead of rushing to his grandfather’s room, he called a hospital in the city center. When Mu Yichen entered the old master’s room, Mu Zihao and Feng Fanghua were inside, the old master was on the bed, Mu Zihao sitting on the sofa, Feng Fanghua serving tea. Hearing the door open, all three looked towards it, all shocked. "Why did it take you this long to come crawling over here?" The old master, upon seeing him, was quiet for only a few seconds before starting to scold angrily. Mu Yichen didn’t speak, just walked over: "As soon as I got the call, I flew over immediately, did you think it’s like going from Eastern City to Western City? This is across an ocean!" Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao exchanged a glance, then Mu Zihao asked in a low voice: "Your grandfather got a call from the old master of the Jing Family, what’s going on? I heard you clashed with Jing Qing’s husband again?" "Don’t you get involved in this! How’s grandpa’s health?" Mu Yichen noticed the old master’s pale face, unsure if it was due to anger or illness. "You still care about my health? I think I’ll die from anger by you before any illness kills me." The old master, speaking, was still gasping for breath, yet couldn’t help but express his anger. Mu Yichen looked weary but couldn’t help wanting to laugh, so he frowned heavily, dropping his gaze away from the old man. "How about, you go check on your wife first? She’s been somewhat weak today and might have even cried secretly!" "Not necessary! I came to see that grandpa’s fine, then I’ll head back to the city center!" Mu Yichen said, and then sat on the sofa with his father. Mu Zihao also disagreed as he looked at his son. The old master, however, snorted coldly: "You may as well go! Why are you sitting here?" The old master, scowling, clearly not one to be trifled with. "In your current state, how can I leave? I’ve already called the doctor, who will come soon to check on you." The old master paused! Mu Yichen said nothing more, only his deep dark eyes fixed on his grandfather, as if seeing through everything. The old master’s crafty eyes immediately looked elsewhere. Mu Yichen pretended not to see, only glanced around the room, finding it decent, then felt at ease. "I’m going out for a smoke!" Sitting for a while, unable to stand the elders’ probing, he stood up. Mu Yichen, afraid his father would follow, raised his hand, signaling, then went out on his own. His coat was on the sofa, the cigarettes in it. Yet, he moved from the bedroom to the living room, as if a stranger, slowly touring the house. The aunt came out from the kitchen and saw him standing at the staircase, gazing upstairs. "Young Master! The young madam lives in the second room on the left!" Mu Yichen turned his head, only managed a faint smile, but didn’t speak. The aunt didn’t understand what issues there were between their couple, as their work rules forbade probing into the family’s business, so she diligently returned to her work. The other aunt in the kitchen exchanged a few quiet words with the one who went in earlier, then stopped talking. While Mu Yichen slowly walked from the staircase outwards again. Huanhuan and Chengcheng ran in from outside, covered in mud. Earlier, they had picked some wildflowers behind the building intending to give them to Qin Mu, not expecting to see a tall man through the window upon returning. Huanhuan stopped at once, stood outside the window watching for a long time, confirmed before running home with her brother, shouting for their dad. Mu Yichen strolled over, slowly squatting down: "Where did you two go?" When he came, he looked around but didn’t see them. "Over there! We went to pick flowers, are they pretty?" Huanhuan’s handful was a bit better-looking, while Chengcheng’s was already crushed. Huanhuan looked at her brother’s hand and her expression visibly turned disappointed, whereas Chengcheng’s was more puzzled. Perhaps too young and too long since seeing their dad in person, he found him somewhat unfamiliar. Mu Yichen looked steadily at him for a while, though not with a father’s affection, his gaze was calm and gentle enough. Chengcheng felt a little grievance, slowly walked to Mu Yichen’s side, then handed the crushed flowers to him, opening his hand to reveal a palm full of tiny petals. They were dandelions! Mu Yichen recognized the origin of those tiny petals at once. "Dad! Did you come to see me and brother?" Huanhuan felt a bit excited, leaning against Mu Yichen’s leg too. "Yeah! I came to see if the two of you were behaving here! But it seems you are being quite well-behaved!" Mu Yichen said, giving a faint smile, his gentle gaze on his daughter, then at the flowers in her hand. "Of course, we are well-behaved, very obedient, and brother is also very good. We are going to give mom the flowers now, even though brother’s are ruined, mine are still good!" Huanhuan looked at her own flowers, with hardly any missing petals. Mu Yichen gently hugged them, then let them go upstairs. "Aren’t you coming up with us? Don’t you want to see mom?" Mu Yichen just looked at his daughter, blinking, surprised at how she could say so much already and feeling a bit distressed not knowing how to explain this to a child, so he could only respond with a smile. Huanhuan felt a bit disappointed, without understanding, yet thinking the flowers would spoil, so she ran upstairs. But Chengcheng didn’t go, he missed his dad, unlike his sister who had grown used to separation from their parents, he wanted to cling to his dad. Mu Yichen glanced down at him; he hung his head silently, but didn’t leave his side, so Mu Yichen picked him up: "Show me where you picked the flowers?" Chengcheng fiddled with two fingers, shyly nodded, then pointed outside the door.