The Pei Family's living room was exceptionally spacious, extending through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows.
Moonlight gently bathed Pei Jingchuan, lighting his usually stern face with a soft glow.
"Grandma," Pei Jingchuan's voice was deep yet tinged with affection, "Stay here tonight, and leave tomorrow morning."
Grandma Pei smiled faintly, playfully patting Pei Jingchuan's hand: "Boy, I'm not too decrepit to walk yet. But when will you give me a great-grandchild to hold?"
The playful tone carried an honest expectation.
At these words, Jiang Yuzhu blushed instantly, unsure of how to respond.
Pei Jingchuan turned to her, his eyes hinting at a tender understanding, well aware of his grandmother's words might have embarrassed her.
Pei Yanqing, seeing all this, mischievously intervened: "Then I'll stay here, so grandma can rest assured."
