Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 236 Still Not Enough Riding

The lights in the top-floor office didn't go out until 2 a.m.

Yan Zhuoyu forced her eyes open and hastily put on some clothes: "I'm going home to sleep. I don't want to be here."

"Okay, let's go home."

Pei Weijin carried Yan Zhuoyu apologetically to the underground parking lot.

"The doctor said that staying up late is bad for your health, and it's all my fault."

"Hmph, hypocrite! Why didn't you say that earlier? Go home, I want to sleep, sleep, sleep..."

He slept for three days in a row, each time making a quieter sound than the last.

Pei Weijin felt the person on his back become even heavier, so he slowed his pace to avoid waking them.

It wasn't until she reached the car that Yan Zhuoyu opened her eyes again, then, like a lost soul, she threw herself onto the back seat.

She patted the driver's seat where Pei Weijin was, perked up, and said, "Giddy up! Take me back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

As the vehicle started, amidst the engine's roar, Pei Weijin asked softly, "Haven't you ridden enough yet?"

Yan Zhuoyu lay down calmly, her hands folded on her lower abdomen: "Good night, I'm asleep, don't bother me."

Apart from the day of the annual meeting, Pei Weijin and Yan Zhuoyu have not returned to the company since then, and Pei Weijin still has a lot of vacation time left.

Before they knew it, it was the eve of the Lunar New Year. Yan Zhuoyu and Pei Weijin prepared to go together to pick up their grandmother and bring her back to China.

nursing home.

Grandma sat on the bed, looking energetic. Her hair was dyed jet black, and her skin was the kind of white that never sees the sun. She was looking down at her phone.

She just called Pei Weijin, but she probably hasn't gotten off the plane yet, so the call didn't go through.

The caregiver, Xiao Yang, was busy packing the luggage. She asked softly, "Grandma Jiang, is your luggage all packed? Would you like me to help you carry it downstairs?"

Grandma put down her phone and said with a smile, "No need, no need. My grandson and granddaughter-in-law are coming to pick me up today, so let him take it."

From the time she started her surgery until her condition stabilized, she has never had a different caregiver. She is a little reluctant to be separated from her now.

"Xiao Yang, thank you for taking care of me these past few years."

Xiao Yang carefully checked his luggage and only sat down in the chair with peace of mind after confirming that everything was in order.

She took her grandmother's hand and whispered, "Please don't say that. Actually, I'm more grateful to you. When I first arrived here, my money and passport were stolen, and reporting it to the police was useless. Thanks to you and Mr. Pei's help, I found my lost items and got this job. I've always remembered that."

Grandma patted Xiao Yang's hand affectionately: "Good child, take good care of yourself here by yourself. Call me if you have any difficulties."

Xiao Yang said with a grin, "I will. I'll call you once a day. Don't find me annoying, okay?"

The two chatted for a few more minutes when a uniformed staff member approached with a blue folder and politely said, "Ms. Jiang, your family has come to pick you up. This is your recent medical report. Please sign it to confirm, and then you can go home to recuperate."

Grandma nodded, and while she was signing the papers, Yan Zhuoyu and Pei Weijin came in.

When Yan Zhuoyu saw her, she opened her arms to hug her: "Grandma!"

Grandma's eyes lit up, and she bypassed Pei Weijin's outstretched hand to hug Yan Zhuoyu. The two hugged for a while before letting go.

She carefully examined Yan Zhuoyu's face, tears welling up in her eyes: "My goodness, how come you've lost weight again?"

The old lady doesn't care about things like being thin and looking good; she believes that being well-fed is happiness.

There happened to be a scale in the room, so Yan Zhuoyu stood on it to show her her weight: "Grandma, you see, I haven't actually lost weight. My body fat percentage has just decreased, so I look thinner, but my weight has actually increased."

"That's good."

Grandma breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and took out a clean apple from her bag: "You must be hungry after the journey, right? Have an apple to tide you over, and Grandma will cook you something delicious when we get home. Has it been a long time since you've tasted Grandma's cooking?"

"We'd like to, but we're not bringing you home so you can cook. Cooking fumes are bad for your health. Jiangjia Village is almost completely rebuilt now, let's go back to our hometown and go fishing. The houses have been restored to exactly how they were when we were kids."

Yan Zhuoyu took the apple, took a big bite, and found it crisp, sweet, and juicy. Her grandmother couldn't stop smiling when she saw this.

"Okay, all is well. As long as you're by Grandma's side, I'll be happy doing anything."

Yan Zhuoyu chatted with her grandmother, while Pei Weijin smiled and sat quietly to the side waiting.

Xiao Yang stood to the side, wearing a blue and white work uniform, curiously looking at the granddaughter-in-law that Grandma Jiang was talking about, namely Yan Zhuoyu.

I felt like I recognized her somewhere before.

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Yang decided it wasn't important, so he picked up the luggage bag from the ground and walked up to Pei Weijin: "Mr. Pei, this is Ms. Jiang's luggage..."

Just then, Meng Yuting, who had just finished the formalities downstairs, came up. He rushed over and snatched the duffel bag from Xiao Yang's hand.

Meng Yuting gave a professional smile: "I'll take care of it, thank you for your hard work."

Xiao Yang was startled, thinking he had encountered robbers.

She stammered, "No...it's not hard work."

After completing the formalities, Yan Zhuoyu and her entourage left the sanatorium.

-

My grandmother is getting on in years. Although she grew up in China, she still felt a little out of place when she suddenly returned to China.

It was the dead of winter, and the underfloor heating was on full blast, making the air so dry it was irritating.

But this slight discomfort couldn't stop Grandma from wanting to go back to her hometown.

Jiangjia Village was supposed to be demolished and roads repaired, but the demolition team came and went quickly. The excavators razed the houses to the ground in no time, but there has been no further progress since.

Few photos remain from that time, so Pei Weijin could only roughly reconstruct the original courtyard from memory.

For outdated facilities, he had someone reuse the old design, but the wiring and facilities inside were all brand new, and he paid close attention to electrical safety.

Pei Weijin drove his grandmother back to her long-lost hometown.

Grandma got out of the car and looked at the familiar red-painted iron gate, feeling a surge of emotions.

"It's been more than ten years, I never thought I'd be able to come back again."

As Grandma pushed open the door and stepped into the yard, the first thing she saw was a large green trash can filled with firewood. She walked over, touched it, and turned back to Yan Zhuoyu with a smile, saying, "I heard from A-Jin that this trash can is a token that witnessed the beginning of your relationship."

Yan Zhuoyu was wearing a down jacket, with both hands tucked into her pockets. She nudged Pei Weijin with her elbow and said, "Is that how you introduce someone?"

What kind person would use a trash can as a keepsake?!

Grandma continued walking in, stopping to touch each old object she saw.

She pointed to the pomegranate tree over there and said nostalgically, "This pomegranate tree never bore a single sweet pomegranate. I remember it was later taken over by spiders. Those spiders were as big as a palm, and Zhuoyu was so scared that she didn't dare to come and play with you for three days."

Yan Zhuoyu's memory of this event was somewhat hazy, and she quietly placed her cold hand under Pei Weijin's neck.

It's really strange, even when I put it in my pocket, it doesn't keep me warm.

"How did you resolve it? Did I overcome my fear of spiders?"

Pei Weijin froze, taken aback by the cold, and patiently took her hand down and put it in his pocket: "I killed the spider with a corncob before you dared to come over."

Yan Zhuoyu nodded and gave him a thumbs up from her pocket: "Oh~ so it was our little Pei who overcame his fear."

After looking around the yard for a while, Grandma's gaze fell on the inconspicuous little wooden door under the old wooden gate.

"This dog hole was left for Bujin back then. That dog was well-behaved; even in the dead of winter, it insisted on guarding the door outside. It wouldn't come in no matter how much you called it, just as stubborn as this kid. Later, Ah Jin felt sorry for it, so he sawed a small wooden door for it, and only then was it willing to come in."

Yan Zhuoyu knew it wasn't just natural aging; she had visited its grave, and every time she saw it, all her past memories would come flooding back.

Pei Weijin squeezed her hand.

Grandma stood in the yard for a long time until she felt she had seen enough, then she pushed open the door and prepared to go inside.

Yan Zhuoyu followed closely behind. When she last came, the place hadn't been repaired yet, so she only stayed at the small villa for a few days.

As soon as she entered the door, a familiar figure flashed past her eyes.

A little white dog darted onto the tea table, tilting its head to look at the three of them. It looked almost exactly like Bujin, only younger and more lively.

Grandma was stunned.

Yan Zhuoyu took a few steps forward and subconsciously made two sucking sounds: "Not enough?"

She turned sharply to look at Pei Weijin: "What's this?"

The little white dog clearly knew Pei Weijin; its little tail was wagging excitedly.

It jumped off the table, ran to him, and clung to Pei Weijin's pants with its two little paws.

"It has countless offspring, cultivated from its genes, and has an even longer lifespan."

"Wang!"

The little white dog barked loudly and circled all three of them, as if they had made a pact.

-

Throughout the holiday, Yan Zhuoyu spent almost all of her time with her grandmother in the rebuilt Jiangjia Village, where everything seemed new and exciting to them.

On the first day, she excitedly took her grandmother fishing, while Pei Weijin did the hard work, responsible for chiseling ice holes in the lake. The three of them and the dog ended up with their hands red from the cold, and they went home empty-handed.

The next day, Grandma said she would roast sweet potatoes for them, but she got so engrossed in chatting with Yan Zhuoyu that the sweet potatoes were roasted to a crisp. They searched the bottom of the stove with a fire poker for ages, but couldn't find the "remains" of the sweet potatoes.

……

And so they played until the day before New Year's Eve.

"The Other Side of the Mountain" was scheduled for release during the Spring Festival. As the female lead, Yan Zhuoyu had to attend the premiere with the crew, so she returned to the Beijing city area in advance.

That evening, Fu Zhuchen called Pei Weijin: "Tomorrow is the premiere of your sister-in-law's movie, and as the company boss, I have to go and make sure it's a success. Just so you know, I have to get up early tomorrow, so I won't answer your calls after midnight!"

Inside the house, Grandma was already asleep.

Pei Weijin gently closed the door and walked outside in a low voice.

He replied matter-of-factly, "Yes, I know, I'll go."

Fu Zhuchen was speechless, then said sarcastically, "What? So you know you're the real boss now?"

Pei Weijin replied modestly, "I know occasionally."

As soon as he uttered those four words, the other party hung up the phone, not wanting to say another word to him.