Although Shui Xian planned to burn some calories, in the end, nothing happened between them. One; Shui Xian was too content with cuddling and kissing his wife. So content that once he started, he couldn't seem to find the stop button. Two; the ever inflexible wife of his wanted to go for a run at any cost.
Well, Shui Xian was happy with the fact that he managed to make Raelle roll in the bed for longer than usual. This seemed like a huge accomplishment to him. And it was indeed a huge accomplishment to anyone who was familiar with Raelle's time management.
Finally, Shui Xian also woke up and happily followed his wife downstairs to the gym where she ran on the treadmill while he continued to watch her intently. He had come to realize why Raelle was so loved by the few people she called family. He couldn't help loving her either. She just made him want to hug her and smother her with love. He could finally understand Mu Chenyan's feelings who always doted on Raelle without any restraint.
It seemed to be his wife's undiscovered charm. She could make anyone want to dote on her endlessly as long as she wanted to. And this charm was certainly working on Master Xian whose head had been filled with his wife lately. All he could think about was how to find the beautiful things that could make his wife happy.
On the other side of things, there was another person who wanted to act spoiled...
"Grandpa!"
Grandfather Xiang had just received some unexpected guests when a loud cry caught his attention and his eyes softened up because of the young lad who came running inside the drawing-room with a huge grin on his face.
"Yue Fai," Grandfather Xiang called out lovingly.
Hyson rushed up to his side and kneeled down before his wheelchair before hugging him tightly, "Tianyu, I missed you."
Grandfather Xiang knocked on his head and gently reproached, "When are you gonna stop calling me by my name?"
Hyson gave him a toothy grin as he replied, "I told you already, I consider you my friend. Calling you Grandpa feels distant."
Grandfather Xiang shook his head but didn't say anything to Hyson. He had become fond of Hyson from the moment he first met him. He found Hyson not only loveable but also extremely adorable. And oddly, the feelings hadn't changed in all those years. Hyson was still like a lovable and adorable grandson to Grandfather Xiang.
Perhaps, that's why Hyson was so comfortable with him and even acted spoiled with him whenever he got the chance.
"I brought you a lot of tonics to nourish your health," said Hyson. "I also found something interesting on the streets and bought that as well."
Grandfather Xiang rubbed Hyson's head saying, "Silly child, can you ever come empty-handed?"
"Mum says it's bad manners to go empty-handed," replied Hyson lovingly. "Also, I saw something I wanted to share with my Grandpa, why can't I bring it?"
"It's pointless to argue with you," said Grandfather Xiang while shaking his head.
"Then you shouldn't argue. Don't you know my best friend's name is Raelle Xiang," responded Hyson as he leaned into Grandfather Xiang's touch. Since his family only consisted of him and his mother, he cherished Grandfather Xiang a lot more. This elderly man was like a blessing to him who always yearned to have the love of his elders.
"It's raining outside," began Grandfather Xiang. "Why didn't you use an umbrella? How is your hair damp?" He frowned slightly as he added, "Take off your jacket, it's also wet." Then he pushed him saying, "You go upstairs and take a hot shower. Change your clothes as well."
The way he spoke left no room for arguments and Hyson could only obediently nod his head before he skipped his way upstairs. From the beginning till the end, he hadn't spared a glance to the guests who had been sitting in the drawing-room with Grandfather Xiang. In fact, he really didn't see them since his eyes were only focused on one person all along.
"Is there someone?" called out Grandfather Xiang. "Prepare some soup for Yue Fai. Make sure he doesn't catch a cold."
The maidservant took his instructions and respectfully bowed before leaving.
"That doesn't look like your grandson."
Grandfather Xiang was startled by that voice and suddenly realized that his friend and his wife were still seated before him. He really forgot about them because of Hyson. He always found Hyson to be such a lively kid that he often found it difficult to pay attention to anyone else when he was around.
"He is a grandson to me," was Grandfather Xiang's response.
His best friend, Zhai Feiyang narrowed his eyes at his friend as he said, "Your real grandson might get really upset to hear you say that." He sighed a little as he added, "Tianyu, have you met him though?" Grandfather Xiang raised his brow inquisitively and his friend went on, "I mean, you grandson? Have you met him?"
Grandfather Xiang shook his head in response, "I haven't."
"He looks just like you," said Zhai Feiyang as he continued to observe his best friend's expressions. "He is just as proud as you had always been. Even his temper is just like you. But he is a good kid. He really has the Xiang blood in his veins. His achievements are admirable."
Although Grandfather Xiang's heart was stirred, he didn't let it show on his face.
Zhai Feiyang had brought his wife over to meet and apologize to Xiang Tianyu in person. Because of what his grandson, Zhai Yanjun did he hadn't been able to face his best friend. But he knew his grandson was at fault so he took the initiative to come and apologize to his best friend. He believed their friendship was far greater than one apology.
What he hadn't expected was to see Hyson. And he also didn't expect to see his best friend's intimate reaction towards that young lad. That's why he couldn't help bringing up Grandfather Xiang's own grandson.
"It doesn't matter how good he is," said Grandfather Xiang after a moment's pause. "My Raelle will still be the best to me. That grandson of mine can stay as the best son to his father. I'm fine with my Raelle who had been making me feel proud for far too long now."
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