Ran Xueyi was surprised when she heard him say it was his grandfather. She had a little memory of the old man who she saw from afar during her grandparents' anniversary party. Old Patriarch Song attended and seemed to be familiar with her grandparents. However, because she was following Yang Baihua's tail, she wasn't able to come forward and talk to him when her grandparents wanted to introduce her to him.
From what she heard from Grandpa Ran, Song Yichen was a man to fear and admire. All these years, the Song family has been riddled with internal fights over the patriarch position. The family's heritage came from a long way back to a certain dynasty and until now, all the traditions and precious treasures that their ancestors had kept for the family remained intact and secured for the next patriarch.
It wasn't only because of the regal heritage that made the Song family and Old patriarch Song fearsome and exceptional, Song Yichen had made a name for himself after he inherited the position as the patriarch from his uncle and made the already glorious Song family into a formidable and great family in the whole country.
If one were to say it in simple words, the Song family was today's generation's royal family without a royal seal or a crown. Nevertheless, their power and might was still equal to one since even the other four great families in the country had to give them face.
"Did something happen?" Ran Xueyi asked him. She heard that Song Yichen was getting weaker because of aging. It wasn't unusual for elderlies to lose strength and have some other ailments in their bodies just like her grandparents.
Song Yu Han shook his head and replied, "It's nothing. He's just trying to annoy me and remind me that it's his birthday tomorrow."
Just as he was done saying this, his phone that he was holding lit up and the same noise came from it.
Ran Xueyi and Song Yu Han looked at it for a second before they turned to look at each other. There was helplessness in Song Yu Han's face as he was slightly embarrassed by what his grandfather was doing to him.
After three more rings and it was still planning to keep going, Ran Xueyi told him: "Shouldn't you answer it?"
Song Yu Han replied, "I should... but I don't want to."
Ran Xueyi: "Why?"
"If I answer it, he'll keep asking for attention and try to prolong the call for an hour. He'll also try his best to force me to video call."
Upon hearing this from him Ran Xueyi stared at him for a few seconds, trying to scan his face if he was lying or exaggerating his words. But she found none of it as his eyes were traced with a faint annoyance that she never saw in him.
Ran Xueyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was the first time that she found out that someone could make him helpless and annoyed at the same time.
Imagining how her husband would look when he was being forced to video call the old patriarch of the Song family, Ran Xueyi found it extremely cute and adorable.
"Why don't you answer it then? At least, he wouldn't ceaselessly call you."
Song Yu Han shook his head again and turned his head to stare at her.
Then, he said, "It's annoying... And he'll probably just going to tell me to get married and have a family."
Since the moment that Song Yu Han turned into an adult, Old Patriarch Song would always bother him and tell him to look for a girl he could end up liking and take her home as his wife. It would be great if he could also bring along a child with him.
After he was done speaking, Song Yu Han glanced at her and saw her face slightly red. He could tell that she was having quite a lot of fun in his situation. Instead of getting angry at her for laughing, Song Yu Han pinched her cheeks until she cried out in pain.
"Ah! Alright, I'll stop laughing!"
Though she said she would stop laughing, her giggles were still coming out of her lips as her eyes were slightly wet from laughing too much, bringing tears to her eyes.
The two of them continued to mess and tease each other until noon, completely forgetting about the chaos she created that swept the whole entertainment industry into a whirlpool of mess.
By the time the clock hands pointed at 3 in the afternoon, Song Yu Han woke up. His lovely wife was sleeping on his numb arm that felt like a frozen tofu. Seeing that she was still asleep, he didn't wake her up nor take his painful arm, letting her use it as a pillow.
Since there was nothing to do this afternoon, he planned to accompany her until Ran Xueyi felt better. Even though she didn't say anything, he could sense that her mood was slightly off after what happened last night.
Song Yu Han could already guess why that was since he could understand and relate to what she was feeling. Although one's heart was filled with thorns and hatred for the people who hurt the heart and feelings of a person, one could still feel the pain and reluctance to do the same thing.
Ran Xueyi must have felt the same way. She lived a life full of love and devotion for her family and the man she thought she loved only to find out that everything was just a lie. Song Yu Han doesn't believe that anyone could quickly recover from the pain from experiencing this. So, Ran Xueyi's complicated feelings and delay to retaliate to them were understandable.
In his case, however, he had no feelings for the people who had hurt him in the past, and he didn't have the compassion and mercy that Ran Xueyi had inside her.
Maybe that was what made him so attracted to her.
Song Yu Han looked at Ran Xueyi's face with her eyes closed and reached out to caress her cheeks before leaning forward to kiss her forehead.
With them together, Song Yu Han doesn't believe that they wouldn't be able to become each other's support.
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