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Chapter 8 Crying Miserably With Her Head In His Hands

  • Fan Hunjun did not take the handkerchief. He didn’t even dare to meet Li Xinqiao’s gaze.
  • Had this been back in school, Fan Hunjun would have thought that he was thinking too much of himself when it came to Li Xinqiao’s secret feelings for him. However, Wang Xu’s words from earlier proved without a doubt that Li Xinqiao had always felt deeply for him even back then.
  • Even though their eyes didn’t meet, Fan Hunjun could sense Li Xinqiao’s burning gaze. It could practically scorch him.
  • While Fan Hunjun never really noticed Li Xinqiao in the past, he couldn’t possibly cross that boundary now, even if he had feelings for her.
  • During those seven years overseas, especially when his house was torn down two years ago, Wang Xu and Li Xinqiao were the only ones who took care of his grandmother without asking for anything in return.
  • If Li Xinqiao wasn’t married, and had feelings toward Fan Hunjun, Fan Hunjun might have considered it to repay her kindness.
  • But, things were different now. The two people he owed a debt of gratitude to were now married to each other. Even if Li Xinqiao didn’t give up her affections toward him, he would not touch that boundary at all. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even be fit to call himself livestock.
  • Fan Hunjun pulled out a sheet of tissue from the top of the table and wiped his eyes. “Go return to your duties, I’m fine,” he said to Li Xinqiao.
  • He still didn’t dare to look into Li Xinqiao’s eyes as he spoke.
  • Li Xinqiao was a rather dutiful and virtuous wife, and she was also rather in love with Wang Xu. They even had a chubby little child two years after they got married, and the two of them opened a little shop afterward. While they couldn’t dream of striking gold, there was no problem supporting their daily lives. She was actually more comfortable with their current situation.
  • There was such a saying—that everyone had their own preference. Back in school, not a single one of the girls in their class noticed Fan Hunjun, but Li Xinqiao was smitten with him.
  • Li Xinqian had imagined bumping into Fan Hunjun by coincidence during those past seven years. She even fantasized about Fan Hunjun hugging her from behind, and then kissing her passionately when she turned around to look at him while she was still at a loss.
  • Even after she had gotten married, those kinds of romantic thoughts would still appear in Li Xinqiao’s mind.
  • Despite it all, she never dreamed that she would meet with Fan Hunjun under such circumstances. Wang Xu was near her, so Li Xinqiao felt herself falling into confusion the moment she set eyes upon Fan Hunjun.
  • She had so many words, so many feelings, so many thoughts that she wanted to tell Fan Hunjun, and yet she didn’t know where to start. Li Xinqiao began to feel inexplicably sad when she saw how dejected and down Fan Hunjun was.
  • Li Xinqiao hadn’t wished for Fan Hunjun to repay her after coming back home wealthy. She just wondered how Fan Hunjun would be able to carve his own path in this city when he was like this? How would he carry on his grandmother’s hopes?
  • For those past two years, his grandmother had said that her grandson would come back a rich man from his job overseas. That he would be able to make her proud.
  • The old lady’s health wasn’t in good shape, and since she constantly missed her grandson, her eyes had gone blind from all her crying. Had Fan Hunjun not been a source of support for her, the old lady might have already left this world.
  • Li Xinqiao wanted to ask him how he had been doing overseas out of concern, but Wang Xu had already advised her not to do so. So she didn’t dare to speak up.
  • Once Wang Xu had cooked up the customers’ orders and served them himself, he dashed over to the refrigerator to pull out a plate of bullfrogs, a plate of lobsters, and a fat, juicy fish head. “Give me a bit, we’ll be feasting like kings tonight!” he called out when he passed Fan Hunjun.
  • Fan Hunjun had originally intended to eat here, but he was unable to face Li Xinqiao’s feelings. On top of that, he missed his grandmother. As he hurriedly stood up, he said, “Wang Xu, why don’t you tell me which nursing home my grandma is in? I’ll pop over there for a bit. We can eat later.”
  • “No, we’ve got to have this meal. I’ll send you over after we’ve eaten!”
  • “But I really can’t wait anymore.”
  • “Why don’t you take him to see his grandmother? I’ll look after the place for a while,” Li Xinqiao said to Wang Xu.
  • “You don’t have to do this. You just need to tell me where my grandma is. I’ll be fine. There’ll be more customers here soon too…”
  • “It’s okay.” Wang Xu plopped the plates of food onto the table. “There aren’t that many customers now. They’re just typically workers from the construction sites here. That’s probably all the customers for the day. Li Xinqiao can cook too if a few more show up. Come, I’ll bring you over now.”
  • With that, Wang Xu strode out of the door and pushed out a motorcycle from the empty shop next door. “Sorry about this, I don’t have money to buy a car. You’ll have to put up with riding my motorbike in a pinch,” he said, somewhat awkward.
  • Fan Hunjun didn’t say anything and just sat right on the bike. He patted Wang Xu’s shoulder as he spoke. “You’re just hurting your brother by saying this. Let’s go.”
  • Li Xinqiao stood by the restaurant’s entrance and watched as the two most important men in her life set off. Her heart was in turmoil as she watched Fan Hunjun, complicated emotions tangling with each other.
  • She suddenly remembered that Fan Hunjun would most likely lack money, especially if he wanted to do anything after returning here.
  • She hurriedly pulled out her phone and called her mother, asking her to tell her younger brother, Li Qiang, to bring over Li Xinqiao’s private savings—all 50,000 of it. She thought that this sum would definitely be useful to Fan Hunjun.
  • Wang Xu rode his motorbike for a full 40 minutes before he and Fan Hunjun finally arrived at the nursing home by the outskirts.
  • Although it was supposed to be a nursing home, it was actually a hostel for farmers. A husband-wife farmer pair had founded it. Over twenty elderly citizens lived in the three-story building.
  • A regular nursing home would require 1,500 a month. Higher-end ones could reach up to 3,000 or 4,000, while this place only required 500, which was why destitute families who couldn’t take care of their old family members sent them here.
  • When Fan Hunjun entered to take a look, the whole place was a mess, on top of being cramped. Tears were already fighting to escape his eyes.
  • His father’s Fan Group was part of the top ten businesses in this city. The total worth of the company was about a billion or so, and yet he still made Fan Hunjun’s grandmother live here. Fan Hunjun was so furious that his lungs were about to explode.
  • His grandmother was in a room that was about 20 square meters in size. There were five people in total sharing the room. When Fan Hunjun entered the room, he saw his grandmother sitting in a wheelchair, seemingly napping.
  • “Grandma!”
  • Fan Hunjun cried out and immediately ran over.
  • “Oh, it’s Xu!”
  • His grandmother’s casual greeting proved without a doubt that Wang Xu was not lying at all. It was precisely because of Wang Xu’s constant visits that his grandmother thought that he was Wang Xu.
  • But, a moment later, his grandmother trembled all over. “Jun? Has my little Jun returned?” she asked.
  • Fan Hunjun was already kneeling in front of the wheelchair. He took hold of his grandmother’s hands, weeping. “Grandma, it’s me, I’m back!”
  • “Come, let me touch you!”
  • Fan Hunjun hadn’t come back to his senses yet and pressed his grandmother’s hands to his face. However, he realized that something was wrong a moment later.
  • “Grandma, what’s wrong with your eyes?”
  • “What else could be wrong with them? Isn’t it natural once people become old?”
  • Right at this time, an old lady on the bed next to them asked, “Has your grandson returned?”
  • “That’s right, that’s right, my little grandson Jun has come back from abroad. I’ve waited for a full seven years and three months!”
  • “Oh, young man, your grandmother cried herself blind because of how much she missed you,” sighed the other old lady.
  • Fan Hunjun was stunned that instant. He carefully studied his grandmother’s eyes, and then abruptly took his grandmother’s head into his hands and began to sob uncontrollably.
  • Wang Xu, who was standing by the side, could no longer bear to watch this. He turned to leave. As he looked up to see the star lights floating in the sky, he couldn’t help but wipe his tears.
  • “Silly child, what are you crying for? Here, there’s something for you.” Fan Hunjun’s grandmother pulled out a card from a pocket in her inner shirt and handed it to him. “My child, they compensated us with 120,000 when they tore down the house. Your stepmother took 60,000. There is still some money leftover in my pension fund, after deducting my expenses here. There’s 90,000 on the card. Take it.”