"Grandpa, don't be mad at Si Mo, you don't know how worried he was when you fainted."
Chu Yasi sat beside the old man's bed with a sweet smile, her voice gentle as she spoke.
"Hmph! He probably wishes I would just drop dead!" The old man's previously stern face softened slightly at her words.
"Grandpa, nonsense. You are the person Si Mo loves and cherishes the most. Even if he gets angry at you, he still cares deeply for you at heart."
"Also, you're so hale and hearty, I'm sure you'll live hundreds of years."
At that, the old man laughed: "You really know how to sweet talk."
"I'm only speaking the truth, I didn't lie to anyone." Chu Yasi laughed.
Si Mo, leaning against the wall outside the hospital room, closed his eyes amidst the chattering voices of the old man and young girl inside.
To be honest, if it were not for Xia Yiwan, he would not have hesitated to marry Chu Yalan.
She is kind, gentle, thoughtful and caring, the most suitable to be a wealthy young master's wife.
