CEO Daddy Begs Mommy for Remarriage

The two stood closely together in silence, their atmosphere growing increasingly awkward.

Wen Zhan's face remained calm, but tumultuous waves began to stir within his heart.

When he had arrived, Mu Wanqing was standing at the corner.

Just as he was wondering what she was doing there, he faintly heard his great-aunt talking with his third aunt, then saw Mu Wanqing charge out like an arrow, taking on both to defend her honor.

He was taken aback.

Usually, when they were together, she never had a good word to say about him, and these past few days, they had even stopped sharing a room.

They slept separately, and when he got up for work in the mornings, she was still asleep, so they hadn't even seen each other for days.

Yet, much to his surprise, despite their strained relationship, she had rushed out upon hearing someone slander her without a second thought.

His great-aunt and third aunt were respected elders in the family, but she dared to confront them head-on, standing her ground; indeed, it was an eye-opening moment for him.

Truly, her meek and innocent appearance was just a facade; the real her, hidden deep within, was far more stunning than the pleasing facade.

As they silently neared the hospital room, Wen Zhan couldn't hold back any longer and was the first to break the awkward silence, "Do you know if I hadn't shown up just now, you might very well have been slapped?"

"Hmm?" Her sudden utterance made her startle, abruptly turning to look at him.

Seeing his calm gaze and gentle expression, their bodies still close, she could even smell the fresh cologne on him— the mental preparations she had just made collapsed slightly, causing her cheeks to immediately flush.

"I... if I'd get slapped, so be it. They are elders, and I can't retaliate. Just don't knock over the soup in my container," Mu Wanqing responded with an indifferent attitude as she averted her gaze.

Soup?

Wen Zhan looked at the thermos in her hand, amused and bewildered by her reply.

Her thought process sure was unique.

Suddenly wanting more communication with her, he smiled and asked, "How did you know they were slandering me? Honestly, grandpa does favor me a bit, which is why they are disgruntled."

"It's grandpa's business to favor you, not your fault. Your eldest cousin is into politics with a promising future, and your second cousin aspires to conquer the world, staying out of the company—it's the reality right in front of us, but you are forced into this predicament. Yet, they insist on claiming you used underhanded tactics; anyone would find that hard to swallow."

Mu Wanqing muttered in a low voice.

Wen Zhan listened, unsure how to evaluate her.

He had always seen her as a naive sweetheart, but unexpectedly, she clearly understood many things quietly.

She somewhat had the air of playing the fool.

He inexplicably smirked, feeling like praising her but then thought it would be too bizarre.

Given their relationship, it was better to stick to their respective roles without overstepping.

The door to the hospital room opened, and Wen Zhan looked towards the bed, "Grandpa, we're here."

Old Master Wen was awake, with a caregiver massaging his legs.

Seeing the couple arrive together, the old man's face brightened with joy and he asked with a smile, "How come you're together today? Aren't you working?"

Wen Zhan walked over, removed his suit jacket, placed it aside, rolled up his sleeves, and took over the caregiver's work, continuing to massage his grandfather's legs, "I was working today, but Qingqing said she had made soup and was bringing it over at noon, so I asked for the time and came with her."

Mu Wanqing: "…"

His ability to lie was truly... in one word, peerless!

Internally criticizing him, she managed to muster a smile on her face.

"Grandpa, this soup is really good. Have it while it's hot."

"Okay, I'll drink it now," the grandfather said as he tried to sit up. Wen Zhan immediately came forward to help him and placed a pillow behind him.

"Give me the soup," he said, stretching his hand to take the nourishing soup from his wife and sitting beside the hospital bed.

He did all this with practiced ease, not at all as if he were pretending.

Mu Wanqing handed him the bowl of soup, thinking to herself that even if his other qualities were lacking, at least he was filial.

"Have you two eaten lunch yet?" the grandfather asked.

"We have."

"We haven't."

Mu Wanqing and Wen Zhan answered simultaneously, but their responses were the exact opposite.

The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at his grandson. "You haven't eaten?"

"I just came from the office. Haven't had the chance yet," Wen Zhan replied, continuing to feed his grandfather the soup.

The grandfather immediately waved his hand, "Okay, don't stay here on my account. Go have lunch. Xiao Qing, you go with him. After lunch, have him take you home and then head back to work."

It was clear that the old man wasn't going to miss any opportunity to bring the two together.

"No rush, we'll wait until you're done with your soup," said Wen Zhan.

"No, no, go ahead. I'm well looked after here with doctors, nurses, and the caregiver. They're more useful than you hovering around here. When you have free time, spend it with Xiao Qing and the children. Don't miss out on their growing up."

The old man kept insisting they leave. With no other option, Wen Zhan looked at Mu Wanqing, "Then... shall we go?"

Mu Wanqing nodded, "Grandpa, you rest after you finish your soup. Let the caregiver call me if you want to eat anything. I'll bring it tomorrow."

"All right, don't worry about me."

The two of them turned and left.

Once the hospital room door closed, the old man, who had seemed fine earlier, suddenly grimaced in pain, unable to swallow his soup.

Realizing what was happening, the caregiver quickly put down the soup bowl and grabbed a trash bin.

"Ugh—" The grandfather collapsed and coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The caregiver was terrified and moved to call for a doctor, but the old man grabbed his arm.

"Don't... don't disturb the doctor... wait until they... leave," the grandfather barely managed to say before lying weakly on the bed, breathing laboriously.

In the elevator, Wen Zhan watched the descending numbers on the display and suddenly said out of the blue, "Grandfather must be in a lot of pain now."

Mu Wanqing was confused by his abrupt statement and turned to him with raised eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

Wen Zhan's expression darkened, a shadow cast over his features, his tone somber and heavy, "Grandpa was in a hurry to send us away, not because I haven't eaten, but because he couldn't hold on any longer. He didn't want us to see him suffering from his illness, so he hurried us away."

Wen Zhan had long seen through his grandfather's thoughts and respected his way of dealing with them.

"What?" Mu Wanqing was taken aback, pausing for two seconds before asking, "Are you saying Grandpa's condition is very serious? But wasn't it said just a few days ago… that the situation was stable, and he could go home after staying a few more days?"

"Cancer isn't so easily stabilized. Once it recurs, it becomes uncontrollable. The doctor said that the cancer cells had already spread. The old man has been strong all his life and does not want to lose dignity in front of others, so he bears the pain."

Mu Wanqing was stunned, as if doused with cold water, unsure how to respond.

The elevator doors opened on the first floor, and she watched Wen Zhan step out first, then quickly followed him.

"So how long can Grandpa hold on now? Is there really no way to save him anymore?"