The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Jiang Xiaoxiao and her family moved in front of Fan Xiuying.

Fang Xiaohui moved in the day after they left.

"Old lady, what's wrong with you recently? Is something making you unhappy? Why are you ignoring Moting and Xiaoxiao now, and you don't even like Tang Yuan? What's wrong with you? You've never been so petty, what's the reason?"

Old Sir Song watched the old lady busy feeding Nannan, who was picky and shy, always hiding when she saw Old Sir Song, crying softly, which irritated him. But since she was his great-granddaughter, he couldn't say anything.

But he felt uncomfortable.

Recently, Nannan and Fang Xiaohui, along with Song Mohuan, have been eating at their house almost every day, staying until late before going back to rest.

Old Sir Song had questions in his mind but no opportunity to ask.

Today, Fang Xiaohui and Song Mohuan went to work, leaving the old lady and Nannan at home, giving Old Sir Song the chance to ask.

The old lady wiped the food residue from Nannan's mouth, took off the bib from around her neck, and picked up the child.

"What are you talking about? The one I like most now is our Nannan and also Xiao Hui. Xiao Hui is such a good kid, sensible, gentle, filial, well-behaved, and educated. What's not to like? You always have that attitude; you need to change it. Mohuan is a good kid, and Xiao Hui is, too.

You're always with a stern face, scaring the kids."

She held Nannan, who hid in the old lady's arms, instinctively feeling that the great-grandfather in front of her was too scary.

"Look, you scared the child! Nannan, be good, let's go, great-grandma will take you to the sofa to play and look at picture books. Great-grandma has plenty of toys, ignore your great-grandfather, he's just an old relic."

Her loving expression overflowed, while Old Sir Song angrily watched this scene.

He couldn't understand what the old lady was up to.

She had driven Song Moting and his family away nicely, and now welcomed back the ones she least liked, Song Mohuan and Fang Xiaohui, to live together.

He didn't know what for.

"By the way, give Old Feng a call, arrange something for Mohuan's job and Xiao Hui's too."

Nannan grabbed the toy in the old lady's hand and laughed joyfully, while Old Mrs. Song lovingly touched Nannan's hair.

"I won't go. Who said to get anything by relying on one's capabilities? You didn't even speak up for Moting and Xiaoxiao, yet you ask me to make a call for Mohuan and Xiao Hui now. I won't, let whoever wants to call do it.

It's ridiculous."

Old Sir Song angrily left to find Old Wu to play chess.

This old lady is really losing her mind.

Old Mrs. Song rolled her eyes, "Fine, fine, I'll call myself! As if I couldn't do it myself, you don't call, I will, whether you like it or not. I tell you, I'll like Xiao Hui and Nannan from now on, if you don't like it, you can just live at the Wu family's place your whole life. I'd be really pleased with that."

Old Sir Song left even faster.

And collided with Mrs. Song at the door.

Mrs. Song quickly supported Old Sir Song.

"Dad, why are you walking so fast? Is something urgent? I can help you."

Now that Fang Xiaohui and Nannan won the old lady's heart, Mrs. Song was also benefiting, at least the old lady treated her a bit better.

Mrs. Song busily ingratiated herself with the old lady and was even busier ingratiating herself with the old man.

Old Sir Song pushed her away, gave her a fierce glare, almost as if he wanted to devour her.

Terrified, Mrs. Song took two steps back; she hadn't seen such a look from her father-in-law in years, and it truly made her tremble with fear.

"This home is now a smoke-filled mess, can people still live here?"

He quickly left.

Mrs. Song patted her chest and went over to accompany the old lady and Nannan.

"Mom, Nannan! Were you good today?"

Old Mrs. Song glared, "What are you talking about? This is my good great-granddaughter, what do you mean good or not!"

Seeing the old lady get angry, Mrs. Song quickly put on a smiling face.

"Mom, I was just asking, Nannan must be the most well-behaved, just like Xiao Hui."

Only then did Old Mrs. Song calm down.

"You just stop running over here every day, you know I don't like you, what's the use of you coming here? Seeing you doesn't make me as happy as seeing Nannan. You're not Xiao Hui, why are you running here? Look, you drove your dad away."

Mrs. Song thought, clearly, it was you who drove Old Sir Song away, how come you're blaming me!

But can she say it?

She might have ten mouths now, but she still couldn't say it.

"Mom, I know, I know you don't favor me, I'll leave if it's okay. I'm just asking you. You may not care for Mohuan, but you must care for Xiao Hui. Xiao Hui is just a nurse at the grassroots level, working long hours every day.

She doesn't even have time to come home and take care of her child. Think about it; it's been a long time since you've seen her."

Fang Xiaohui was coaxing the old lady just last night.

Old Mrs. Song just couldn't stand Mrs. Song's behavior.

"I know, you just shut up. I'll call Old Feng, there's no need for you to tell me. Of course, I know how to care for Xiao Hui."

Mrs. Song had no choice but to leave embarrassed.

As long as the old lady was willing to make the call, even if she wasn't good to her, Mrs. Song was content.

Walking out, she heard the old lady pick up the phone.

"Connect me to Dean Feng's office."

She felt secretly thrilled.

Amitabha, she wondered what kind of skill Fang Xiaohui had to make the old lady so happy.

Now, the old lady treated her son and Fang Xiaohui exceptionally well; look, she kicked Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao out, freeing up the house just for Fang Xiaohui and Mohuan to live in.

Now she's helping them get job transfers; as long as the old lady protects her son, the future is limitless.

Mrs. Song felt grateful.

At the same time, Dean Feng received a call.

"Old Meng, we haven't seen each other for some time. How come you've got leisure to call me? Aren't you busy at home with your great-grandchildren, overworked?"

Mr. Feng joked about the old lady.

"I'm incredibly busy now; can't you hear the crying child beside me? I called you today to ask for a favor and to use the back door."

Old Mrs. Song glanced at Nannan, who was tugging at the sofa cushion with all her might, happily.

"Are you being formal with me? Between us, who's who? Your children have been arranged well, why need the back door? Xiaoxiao and Moting have been assigned to intern at our hospital now, isn't that reassuring?

No matter how uneasy you are, this is the period of their internship, which they must endure. It's impossible to let them be attending physicians right away; that'd be outrageous. I can't walk this back door even if you ask me.

I wouldn't want all the hospital's doctors pointing behind my back."

Mr. Feng chuckled heartily, thinking about Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting being under his wing.

Jiang Xiaoxiao as his direct disciple was a given.

Having joined their hospital, it'd be a dream to leave.

He had worked hard to lure Jiang Xiaoxiao into their hospital. That little girl's ambitions were too high, even before becoming an attending physician, she was already opening her own clinic, don't think he didn't know. The old lady protects her children fiercely. This protection even included opening a private hospital under the old lady's name.

In these times, without the old lady's backing, could the hospital even open.