Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Li Jinhe rubbed his brows and responded helplessly: "I also want to understand what he wants in order to give up."

Seventeen had already eaten most of the food. He stretched out his tongue and gently licked his front paw. Then he suggested thoughtfully: "How did you draw a clear line with the Li family in the beginning? Can this method or opportunity be used as a reference?"

Li Jinhe fell into a brief silence after listening to this, but soon shook his head and denied it: "The two situations are different, so there is not much reference value. Back then, I mainly relied on time to grind, but now I don't want to waste too much time on him."

After saying that, Li Jinhe walked towards the dining table, took out a pack of wet wipes from under the table, and began to wipe Seventeen carefully, helping it to clean up after the meal.

Seventeen obediently let him do what he wanted, his eyes as clear as gemstones: "Let's prepare as soon as possible. I agree with An An. If he doesn't give up, then we have to find a way to make things chaotic for him and force him to give up."

Li Jinhe threw the used wipes into the trash can accurately, then clapped his hands and said, "Brother Qian and Brother Shuo are both helping, and the layout has already begun."

After saying that, his gaze turned to the tightly closed bedroom door again. His eyes were soft and he couldn't bear to wake Wei Zhe'an up.

He picked up Seventeen and walked into the study, discussing countermeasures with Yuan Ziqian and Zhou Xingshuo before the old man came up.

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The doorbell rang again at an inopportune time.

Li Jinhe walked out of the study slowly in slippers.

He wore a pair of glasses on his nose, his brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall, which showed exactly two o'clock and one minute.

He laughed inwardly—the old man probably hadn't left yet and was waiting downstairs until now.

Li Jinhe shook his head helplessly and reached out to press the answer button next to the doorbell.

The housekeeper's slightly embarrassed voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Li, good afternoon. The visitor asked if it is convenient for you to receive him now?"

Li Binglin's original words were certainly not so polite, and it was hard for the butler to bear the old man's cold eyes and anger on behalf of Li Binglin.

Li Jinhe sighed deeply, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Let him come up, but only he can come up."

The housekeeper felt relieved when he heard this, and secretly rejoiced that he could finally send the old man away. So he quickly responded and hung up the phone impatiently.

Not long after, the elevator slowly started moving upwards. Li Jinhe stood quietly at the entrance, his hands folded across his chest, waiting.

His eyes were somewhat solemn as he stared at the numbers jumping on the elevator screen. He seemed to be able to feel the flow of time, and the tension and depression spread throughout the entire space.

The elevator door slowly opened, and only Li Binglin stood inside. His dress style today was exactly the same as yesterday, except that he had changed into a dark green suit. His face was still tense, and he was leaning on a cane with one hand, staring at Li Jinhe sharply.

Li Jinhe straightened up and said calmly, "Please come in."

Li Binglin did not respond, and followed Li Jinhe into the living room slowly. He looked around and then sat down on the sofa.

Li Jinhe felt a little uncomfortable, as if his territory was being invaded.

He stood up, poured a glass of water, gently placed it in front of Li Binglin, and said casually: "I don't stay here often, please make do with it."

Li Binglin still had a sullen face, his eyes following Li Jinhe's movements.

Li Jinhe sat down opposite him, and the two looked at each other in silence. The silence lasted for a long time.

Looking at Li Binglin's gray hair, Li Jinhe's spirit gradually faded. The man in front of him had been very strong all his life, but now he was just an old man in his twilight years.

"Grandfather, let's talk." Li Jinhe softened his tone.

Li Binglin hadn't heard anyone call him like this for a long time, and for a moment he was a little dazed and stunned.

Li Jinhe did not wait for his response, but continued: "My life is now on the right track and gradually stabilized. I also understand that you hope I can return to the family, but I have been away from the Li family for too long, and it is really not suitable for me to return there."

Li Binglin's voice was still sonorous and powerful, but his tone was much softer than yesterday: "These are not big problems. With your own skills and abilities, you will be able to familiarize yourself with and master everything again within two months."

Li Jinhe showed a trace of fatigue and sighed softly: "But I don't want to go back, Grandfather."

He stared into Li Binglin's eyes, with a gleam of light flowing in the depths of his eyes: "Grandfather, I know very well that you have invested a lot of resources and effort in training me. I have always been grateful for all the experiences in the past."

"But I am also a person of flesh and blood, not a cold and heartless machine. I am eager to pursue what I really want to do and live the life I expect."

Li Binglin straightened his back and did not express any opinion or comment on what Li Jinhe said. He remained silent and waited quietly for what he would say next.

Perhaps because he was in a familiar and safe environment, Li Jinhe gradually relaxed his tense nerves.

He crossed his hands, rested his elbows on his knees, slowly looked away from Li Binglin, and pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal a less embarrassing smile, but unfortunately he failed. He could only say in an unusually calm tone:

"Grandfather, you should be very aware of the family environment I grew up in, right? To be honest, until now I am still full of resentment towards that suffocating family."

He paused, then continued, "It was you who rescued me from that oppressive environment. Although I once doubted whether you did it on purpose, I cannot deny that I am still very grateful to you in my heart."

Having said that, Li Jinhe raised his head and quickly glanced at Li Binglin, and found that the other party was staring at him silently, with no warmth revealed on that stiff face.

Li Jinhe smiled helplessly and said self-deprecatingly: "Perhaps in your eyes, my gratitude and feelings for you are simply worthless."

He turned his eyes away again, looking at the bustling city outside the window. Tall buildings stood in a row, and the glass curtain walls reflected the dazzling light; the afternoon sun poured in through the huge French windows, illuminating the entire room, but Li Jinhe could not feel the slightest warmth he should have.

"But this is the only thing I could give back to you then and now." He lowered his eyes. In fact, he no longer had any expectations of anyone in the Li family, but he still felt a little lonely in his heart.

“This may sound like a joke to you, but I still want to tell you.”

"A person's growth requires not only material satisfaction, but also love."