She Lives without Regret in This Life

"Yes!" Sun Gan had been carrying Sheng Ning's big bag all along, already prepared to see her off.

"Then Grandpa, please go slow; I have time to visit you." She had to admit, Su Hai's talk last night did have an effect; she could now call the old man "Grandpa" without any hesitation.

"Good, good, good... Don't work too hard when you return, and make sure to visit me often. I'm very lonely in the big courtyard, an old man, all alone..." The old man was always ready to play his part, but before he could finish speaking, he was tapped by his youngest son.

"Dad, aren't you afraid the wind will sweep your tongue away for saying that? Are my brother and I unfilial sons?"

"Hehehe..." The old man pretended not to hear, continuously waving at Sheng Ning until he watched her get into the car, then he turned and gave Su Hai a cold look.

"I say, Comrade Xiao Hai!"

"Here, leader, what are your instructions?" Su Hai played along.

The old man was in a good mood and chuckled. "What use do I have for you? A good-for-nothing; it still requires me, your old man, to personally step in."

"That's true, that's true... How can I compare to you? Why else would you be the old man, and I the son?"

The others wanted to laugh but dared not; they uncomfortably turned their heads to the side.

"Scram, you jerk!" How did it feel like that kid had just cursed at him?

"Dad, you're tired too. Let me take you home first; the family doctor is already waiting at home."

"Okay!" This time the old man was very cooperative. "I need to take good care of myself and live a few more years, so I can support Ningning for a bit longer."

A flicker of pain swiftly crossed Su Hai's deep eyes. The old man's body had been falling apart, and the main reason he hadn't collapsed recently was due to the strong mental support from finding his granddaughter.

If something were to happen...

He dared not imagine.

Upstairs, Meng Ping watched everyone leave until Su Hai suddenly turned back, his wise gaze unexpectedly crashing into his.

"Hey nephew, is your injury better?" Su Hai let others help the old man into the car, pausing to wave at Meng Ping from a distance.

Meng Ping's face was pale and somber, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he motioned a throat-slitting gesture at Su Hai.

Su Hai burst into laughter. "Hey nephew, that's great. The rib is broken, but you still have guts. Still that bold, not bad!"

"Hey uncle, your mouth is still as venomous."

"Actually, you want to acknowledge me as your real uncle." Su Hai crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at him. "Am I right?"

Meng Ping froze, somberness solidifying on his handsome face. Just now, Ningning had acknowledged them, and if he could marry Ningning, wouldn't the cheap uncle indeed become a real uncle?

"Hahaha..." Seeing Meng Ping understood, Su Hai nodded satisfactorily. That kid was unruly and not serious, but his mind worked faster than anyone. "Alright! Hurry home and rest! Don't make your parents worry." He said and stylishly took his leave.

"Boss, Director Su saw you; will he tell your dad?" The little fat man asked anxiously.

"No!" Meng Ping shook his head. "The cheap uncle may be despicable, but he will never rat me out."

"That's good, that's good." The little fat man patted his chest, relieved. "Let's go back, boss! Your dad said he wants to take you to see the old leader."

"Wait for me a moment!" Meng Ping leaned on the railing, gently closed his eyes, his dense eyelashes curling so enviably that even women would be jealous. He was reminiscing, savoring the image of Ningning standing downstairs just moments ago.