Grandpa Ji knew he had been a bit abrupt today, so he stepped aside to let Ji Chi lead the people in, trying his best to maintain a smile and appear kind and approachable.
"Hello, Grandpa..." Wen He felt the warmth of Ji Chi's palm, stepped out from behind him, and obediently lowered her head to greet him.
"Hey! Okay, okay, come in quickly. Are you hungry? Grandpa's a big fan of yours! I've been watching your live streams since the beginning," Grandpa Ji said happily, leaning on his cane with a broad smile.
Hearing the other person's words Wen He couldn't help but look up at Grandpa Ji, her tone serious and slow, "Grandpa, you're joking. I'm not a celebrity, where would I get fans?"
"Hahahahahahahaha!" Wen He's words made him burst into laughter.
The awkwardness of their initial meeting vanished without a trace.
Wen He was initially worried that Ji Chi's grandfather would be like Ji Chi, but she didn't expect him to be so approachable.
Grandpa Ji was humorous and had a refined manner, Wen He joined in his laughter and quickly forgot about Ji Chi beside her.
Ji Chi looked at his empty palm and couldn't help but sneer, "You heartless little thing."
Worried that Wen He would feel uncomfortable, Grandpa Ji didn't plan to stay in Ji Chi's room for dinner. After chatting with him for a while and making an appointment to have dinner at the old house next time, he reluctantly left.
Seeing his happiness, Butler Liu also praised Wen He, " Xiao He seems like a well-behaved child, a perfect match for the young master!"
That is.
Grandpa Ji got into the car with a smug look on his face.
Wen He stood at the door waving to him until the silver car drove away from the yard. Only then did he breathe a deep sigh of relief, and the smile on his face vanished instantly. He pushed away the hand that was about to put its arm around his shoulder, plopped down on the restaurant table, picked up a meatball, and started biting into it.
Ji Chi looked at the hand that had been pushed away by the other person and knew that he was sulking again.
Ji Chi pulled out the chair next to him, reached out and lifted the other man's chin, patiently explaining, "Are you angry? I didn't ask the old man to come, and I didn't know he was coming."
Wen He angrily slapped his hand away, glaring at him with her round eyes, and quickly chewed a whole meatball in her mouth.
Ji Chi smiled and waited for him to finish chewing before reaching out to scoop a bowl of clear soup and placing it in front of him.
"Don't be rude, you have to call him Grandpa," Wen He, chewing on a whole meatball. She took a sip of soup to soothe her slightly sore cheeks and continued, "You're not angry..."
"Mmm~ I'm not angry~" Ji Chi went along with him and couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek. "Let's eat. These are all medicinal dishes, Grandpa's thoughtful gift. They're perfect for nourishing your body, Grandpa..."
Wen He, with a piece of smooth yam in her mouth, looked at the other person with dissatisfaction.
"Grandpa made this especially for you. If you don't eat it, he'll yell at me later." Ji Chi immediately changed the words he was about to say.
"Grandpa doesn't look fierce at all," Wen He said without lying. He was a little reserved when he first saw the other man, but Grandpa Ji always had a smile on his face and his words reassured Wen He.
"Mmm, it's my fault~", Ji Chi hugged the man's cheek and gently rubbed against his soft face, while constantly putting food on his plate.
"After dinner, let's go upstairs to see the rooms. The new house is already being renovated. I've built Xiaohua in the backyard; you can grow some flowers there if you like."
The topic of moving came up again. Wen He lowered his eyes, his heart conflicted. After a moment's hesitation, he said to Ji Chi Nuonuo, "I... I think I'll go back to my own home..."
Wen He knew that going back on his word was wrong; he had agreed to the other party's request in the first place, and now he was rejecting him, which was wrong.
Ji Chi pretended not to hear him and brought over the sweet and sticky lotus root from a distance, placing it in front of him. The sweet lotus root was so sticky that it could be stretched into strands when picked up.
"Try this, it's sweet, soft, and chewy."
"Ji... um..." Suddenly, a soft, sweet lotus root was stuffed into her mouth, its sweetness spreading from her lips all the way to her throat, and her words were cut off again.
Never mind... it was my own problem to begin with.
Wen He's attempt to back down was ultimately thwarted by the other party's offer of a piece of sweet lotus root.
It was Ji Chi afternoon when they finished eating. Ji Chi opened his walk-in closet and carefully arranged Wen He's clothes, hanging them next to his own.
Wen He stood at the doorway, hesitant to move forward. Was this still home? Had they simply moved a clothing store inside?
"You don't need these old clothes anymore. I ordered a season's worth of clothes for you, and the courier will deliver them to your door tomorrow. After I finish packing, I'll go with you to your place to move your things back," Ji Chi said to herself as she Ji Chi tossed the tattered clothes in her hands onto the ground.
"Are we going this afternoon?" Wen He hesitated, then picked up the clothes from the floor and held them in her arms; they smelled faintly of laundry detergent.
They're all new... Ji Chi is so wasteful; he could have used them for a long time.
"Yes, I need to go to the company tomorrow... today."
He wasn't busy at the company, but Ji Chi was worried the boy would realize what was happening. He needed to get him to his place quickly so it would be harder for the boy to move out later...
"Okay," Wen He, carrying the clothes to Ji Chi's side and taking the opportunity to hang them up again.
We can't waste it... Several pieces of clothing have mysteriously disappeared from his suitcase; now only two pieces of the five-piece set remain... We can't throw them away.
Ji Chi frowned as he stared at the wrinkled garment, but ultimately said nothing, only reaching out to pat it.
The two stayed in the dressing room for a while, Ji Chi, with his assistant, drove to Wen He's residence.
Vehicles couldn't drive into the alley. Ji Chi's leather shoes sank into the muddy ground, and in the distance, a puddle of foamy water flowed from in front of a house onto the ground.
Ji Chi avoided the puddle with a dark expression. It was afternoon, and the alley was filled with the smell of cooking. Wen He pulled Ji Chi's hand, turned a corner, and walked to a large iron gate. They pushed open the creaking iron gate and went into the corridor.
Wen He paused as she reached for her keys, her mind racing as she considered whether there was anything amiss in the house.
"Hmm?" Ji Chi grasped his hand and gently turned the key.
The setting sun outside the window cast its light into the small house. Ji Chi's gaze fell directly on the photo album on the bedside table. Wen He walked over, looked around, and saw no other problems.
The assistant behind him was blocking the doorway, unsure whether to go in or not, but ultimately didn't.
"Oh my... those guys over there look kind of scary."
An old woman, carrying a green plastic basket, walked into the house opposite Wen He, her eyes constantly glancing back.
The assistant touched his nose, head down, hesitating whether to go in.
Wen He's little house looked like a rental apartment. Ji Chi stepped into the bathroom, which was so small it was almost unbelievable. Ji Chi turned around and found that the showerhead was peeling, revealing white plastic underneath.
Ji Chi only stayed for two seconds before quickly leaving, feeling both pity and relief.
Wen He was frantically rummaging through the closet for winter clothes Ji Chi plopped down on the creaking bed.
The sound of wood scraping against the bed startled Ji Chi, Ji Chi sat up, afraid that he might crush the bed and make the other person angry.