An Interesting Soul

It was still the familiar place.

The servants of the Shen Family Estate had gathered at the entrance.

"Oh my, both the eldest young master and the younger young master are coming back to the estate for the New Year this year. We need to get everything ready," Aunt Wang said happily as she stood by the door.

"Aunt Wang, do you think the two young masters might bring us two young madams?" a servant around Aunt Wang's age asked with a smile.

"I wouldn't dare hope that both young masters bring girlfriends home. I'd thank heaven and earth if even one of them did," Aunt Wang said, her tone full of anticipation.

As the two chatted, a stretched sedan pulled up outside.

A bodyguard opened the car door.

A pair of long legs clad in black suit trousers stepped out first.

"Eldest Young Master." Aunt Wang hurried over to greet him.

"Aunt Wang!" Before Shen Jingmo could speak, Shen Jingyan jumped out of the car from behind him. He had finally seen family again—his big brother did not love him anymore.

"Aunt Wang, I brought a friend over to spend the New Year," Shen Jingmo said, glancing at his younger brother.

"A friend is good, a friend is good. Whatever their identity, it all starts with being friends," Aunt Wang said. Her slightly plump face was full of smiles, her eyes disappearing into crescents like a laughing Buddha.

Upon hearing the eldest young master's words, the other servants could not help peering toward the car door. Just who was this extraordinary person who had managed to secure a place by their eldest young master's side?

The moment Zhu Yu stepped out of the car, he was baptized by gazes from every direction.

"Aunt Wang, long time no see. Sorry to trouble you again," Zhu Yu said with a smile as he greeted Aunt Wang, who was a head and a half shorter than him.

The smile on Aunt Wang's face stiffened for a moment before blooming again. This was Old Master Shen's savior.

"So it's Mr. Zhu. Welcome, welcome! Old Master was talking about you just yesterday," Aunt Wang said happily, taking Zhu Yu's hand and leading him inside.

Zhu Yu followed behind Shen Jingmo.

Inside the living room, Old Master Shen was still sitting in his wheelchair with a tablet in his arms.

"Oh, twist left once, twist right once—the rhythm is really not bad." Old Master Shen was watching with great interest when he looked up and spotted his two grandsons and his savior.

He hurriedly flipped the tablet facedown and pressed the power button.

Zhu Yu looked at Old Master Shen, who was pretending to be calm, and sighed. You were really ahead of young people these days.

[Sigh, I'd better pretend I didn't see it. After all, he's the one I'll be asking for a red envelope. Before I get it, I absolutely must not offend him.]

Old Master Shen's face stiffened. This brat still spoke just as unpleasantly as ever. Be careful, or I really won't give you that red envelope.

"Grandpa, there's nothing wrong with your legs. The doctor said you can't stay in a wheelchair all the time—you need to get down and walk around appropriately," Shen Jingmo said, frowning the moment he saw his grandfather in the wheelchair again.

"Sigh, I only sit for a few hours a day. You just happened to catch me today. I was walking around just a moment ago," Old Master Shen said, guiltily turning his face away.

The moment Shen Jingyan saw Old Master Shen, he hugged his grandfather's thigh.

"Grandpa, I've finally seen you! Grandpa, you have no idea what kind of days I've been living through these past few months!" Thinking of the nearly two months he had spent working under Zhu Yu, Shen Jingyan burst into tears.

Old Master Shen looked at his younger grandson, then at the new clothes he had put on that day, now already stained with tears.

Old Master Shen quietly shifted his leg to the side.

Shen Jingyan froze when the thigh in his arms suddenly slipped away. Just as he was about to chase after it—

Old Master Shen saw through his younger grandson's intentions and stood straight up from the wheelchair, lifting his legs as he did so.

"I'm old, old. I'm no good anymore. It's time to get some proper exercise."

In the blink of an eye, Old Master Shen had moved several meters away from Shen Jingyan.

Seeing this, Shen Jingmo quietly raised his clenched fist to his lips, concealing his blatantly amused smile.

Seeing Shen Jingyan get shut down, Zhu Yu was in an exceptionally good mood. The corners of his lips lifted so high they nearly reached his ears.

[So Old Master Shen is actually such an interesting old man. What a pity he died so early in the original novel.]

Old Master Shen had nearly reached the front door when he heard that and sighed. Perhaps this world simply could not accommodate such an interesting soul as his. ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh.

"Grandpa dislikes me?" Shen Jingyan, sitting on the carpet, replayed his grandfather's expression in his mind for a long while before finally figuring out what it meant.

"Young Master Shen, you only just realized that? Your observational skills really aren't up to par. Do you need me to explain it to you?" Zhu Yu asked, smiling as he leaned closer.

"No need. Hmph. Aunt Wang, I've had such a miserable few days." Shen Jingyan stood up and turned, wanting to find someone else who cherished him and complain to them.

Aunt Wang was chopping meat. The thump-thump-thump of her cleaver striking bone completely drowned out Shen Jingyan's grievance.

"What? Younger Young Master, you've had a great few days? That's good, then. No need to tell me about it—I'm chopping meat," Aunt Wang said, entirely focused on the bones in front of her.

Hearing Aunt Wang's words, Shen Jingyan dejectedly sat back down. So not only did his big brother no longer love him—no one loved him anymore. In the end, love really did disappear, didn't it?

(KK has something to say: Little Fish will be returning to the company in the next chapter. I can't wait! (✧∇✧))