Rebirth of Sweet Love: Acting like a spoiled child in the arms of the paranoid Master Mu

Mr. Mu's smile is like the warm sunshine of spring, making people feel extremely warm and friendly. Liu Piaopiao stood in front of him, her bright eyes shining with anticipation.

"Piao Piao!"

Mr. Mu said softly, with a hint of endearment in his voice, "You are always so impatient, which is not good."

Liu Piaopiao lowered her head in embarrassment, "Grandpa, I'm not worried..."

The old man waved his hand and interrupted her, "I understand your worries, but there are some things that are not so easy to talk about."

Liu Piaopiao raised her head suddenly, her eyes full of surprise, "Then why didn't you tell me?"

The old man smiled slightly and said, "The time has not come yet. Some things are better to be announced when the time is right."

Liu Piaopiao's face showed a bit of disappointment. I originally thought I could take this opportunity to resolve the issue of property distribution, but unexpectedly, the old man let it slip.

"Then when do you think is the right time?" She couldn't help but ask.

The old man took a sip of tea and pondered for a moment, "Well, I will tell you when everything is ready. Trust me, I won't make you wait too long."

His voice was full of kindness and firmness, which made people convinced. Although Liu Piaopiao was a little reluctant, she didn't say anything else.

She knew that her grandfather's decisions were always carefully considered.

The door to the ward was pushed open without warning, and in stark contrast to the noise in the corridor outside was the solemn atmosphere in the ward.

A middle-aged man in a plaid shirt strode in. His appearance was like a stone thrown into a pond, breaking the original calm.

This man is the old man’s other son, Mu Tingchen’s uncle Mu Zhiyuan.

His image is completely different from the calm and reserved Mu Tingchen. He wears a plaid shirt with a pair of washed-white jeans, and his hair is slightly disheveled, giving people a casual and bohemian feel.

He usually idles around, does not do his job properly, and lacks due filial piety and respect for the old man.

As soon as Mu Zhiyuan entered the door, he shouted:

"Dad, how can you be so partial? I am also your son. How can you leave all your property to Tingchen and the others?" His voice was sharp and harsh, breaking the silence in the ward.

Everyone present was stunned. They did not expect that Mu Zhiyuan would appear at this time, let alone that he would express his dissatisfaction with the property distribution so directly.

His actions and words seemed so inappropriate, making people feel embarrassed and helpless.

The old man looked at Mu Zhiyuan, a trace of disappointment and anger flashing in his eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "Zhiyuan, how can you say that? How do I usually teach you? Have you forgotten it?"

Although his voice was not high, every word revealed majesty and unquestionable power.

Mu Zhiyuan felt a little guilty under the old man's gaze, but he still said stiffly:

"Dad, don't use your tricks to pressure me. I am also your son, and I also have the right to a share of the property."

The old man sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He knew that this son had been blinded by money and interests, and could no longer see the importance of family love and morality.

Mu Zhiyuan was like a stubborn stone, unswayed by the old man's disappointment and anger.

He approached the old man with an almost persistent determination on his face, "Dad, don't be angry. I just think you should be fair. I am also your son, and I also have the right to inherit your property."

Mu Tingchen couldn't help but feel disgust in his heart when he looked at the selfish uncle in front of him.

He straightened his back, with obvious indifference and anger in his tone, "Uncle, you usually ignore grandpa, but now you come to fight for property, do you think it's appropriate?"

Mu Zhiyuan was speechless for a moment by Mu Tingchen's words. His eyes were widened, staring directly at the nephews and nieces in front of him, with sparks of jealousy and anger in them.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing." A familiar and gentle voice suddenly sounded, breaking the stalemate.

Everyone followed the sound and saw Old Mrs. Mu slowly walking in from outside. There was a gentle smile on her face, but there was a bit of seriousness and dissatisfaction in her eyes.

She glanced at Mu Zhiyuan, with a reproachful tone in her voice, "The old man has just woken up, and you are arguing about dividing the property. What does it look like!"

Mrs. Mu's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present.

She walked up to the old man and gently stroked his hand, "Old man, you just woke up and need a good rest. It's not too late to talk about these things after you get better."

The old man nodded slightly, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

He looked at Mu Zhiyuan, was silent for a moment, and then slowly said:

"Zhiyuan, I hope you can understand that the distribution of property is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that our family can unite as one and support each other."

Mu Zhiyuan's expression changed slightly when he heard the old man's words.

He lowered his head and was speechless for a moment. Mu Tingchen stared at him closely, with a hint of disappointment and helplessness flashing in his eyes.

The entire ward fell into a brief silence. Mrs. Mu gently patted the back of the old man's hand, her eyes full of concern and comfort.

Mu Zhiyuan stood aside, his face uncertain, and he seemed to be experiencing a fierce struggle in his heart.

When Su Yanyan saw this, she thought of the previous life where Mu Zhiyuan, Wang Qiuyi and the others cooperated to bring down Mu Tingchen, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Now that she knows this, she must act step by step.

Su Yanyan cleared her throat and prepared to speak. She thought to herself that this was no ordinary family meeting, and she needed to use some wisdom and humor to resolve the awkward atmosphere.

Suddenly, Mrs. Mu looked at her, smiled and said, "Yanyan, tell me."

Su Yanyan was stunned, blinked, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Actually, I think our family meeting can play a game of 'who has the money and who is the boss'. Whoever has the most money left in the end will be the heir to the family property! This is exciting and fun, and maybe it can bring out your hidden talents." Where’s ‘Fighting Spirit’!”

Mu Zhiyuan's mouth twitched after hearing this, while Mu Tingchen couldn't help laughing.

Mrs. Mu couldn't help but laugh, "Yanyan, your idea is quite novel, but our family doesn't need such a 'bloody' method."

Then, she turned to Mu Zhiyuan and joked: "Zhiyuan, you see Yanyan is so creative, why don't you also be more creative and stop focusing on that little property."

Mu Zhiyuan was a little embarrassed by what he said, his face turned red, "Grandma, please stop teasing me."

Mu Tingchen also answered: "Yes, grandpa is right, the most important thing for a family is unity. As for the distribution of property, we can discuss it slowly."

At this time, Mu Zhiyuan, who had been silent, also spoke, "Grandpa, you can rest assured. I will take care of other things."

After hearing this, Mr. Mu showed a reassuring smile. He closed his eyes gently, as if he had let go of a heavy burden in his heart.

The entire ward became quiet again. Only a few birdsong occasionally came from outside the window, and they seemed to be singing for the family's reunion.

Su Yanyan secretly glanced at Mu Zhiyuan and thought: It seems that this family is quite capable. As long as everyone works together, any difficulty can be solved.

Then she quietly leaned into Mu Tingchen's ear and said, "Look at your uncle, he is like a defeated rooster now. All the arrogance he had just now is gone!"

Mu Tingchen was amused by Su Yanyan's words, "Yes, he usually looks arrogant in the company, but now at home..."

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had found a common interest. At this time, the atmosphere in the ward became more relaxed and happy.