Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"I can't even remember Master Wen. It wouldn't be appropriate for him to go, so we have to go on my grandfather's behalf."

Su Chen nodded to show that he understood, and asked with concern: "Grandpa's illness is very severe. How is his health now? Is there really no medicine that can treat it, even abroad?"

Qin Wushuang sighed and said helplessly, "No, this is a neurological disease that has no cure. Neurological diseases are very complex in the human body, and they are even more difficult to cure when they occur in the brain."

"If he takes the medicine now to alleviate the symptoms, his memory will not deteriorate as quickly. Apart from the memory problems, grandpa is actually quite happy now."

"Every day he happily fishes and plays in the mud, just like when he was a kid, except sometimes he has fragments of memories, like going to the battlefield and killing Japanese soldiers."

Su Chen understood that this was the process of gradually forgetting, and he would even forget who he was.

He grabbed her hand and whispered, "Let's go see Grandpa some other day. Although I'm not good at neurology, I do know some medical skills. I can help Grandpa take his pulse."

Qin Wushuang's eyebrows softened a little: "Yes, I understand."

Soon the car arrived at a private estate that covered a very large area. The two followed the people and it took more than ten minutes to reach the banquet hall, where they were soon surrounded.

"Qin girl, why didn't your grandfather come?"

"Hello, Grandpa Wang. My grandfather is old and hasn't been in good health recently, so he asked me to come and wish Grandpa Wen a happy birthday on his behalf."

"Oh, I'll go see your grandfather some other day."

"...Okay, Grandpa Wang."

While the two were talking, a white-haired old man was soon helped into the banquet hall. It was today's birthday boy, Wen Liangshan, who was exactly eighty years old this year.

His body was trembling slightly, but he was in very good spirits.

After scanning the area with his reading glasses, he looked at Qin Wushuang with some uncertainty: "You are Qin girl, why didn't your grandfather come? I said we should have a good chat when he came."

Qin Wushuang took a step forward and took the gift box to the ground. It contained packaged 500-year-old ginseng. His voice was full of respect: "Hello, Grandpa Wen. My grandfather hasn't been in good health recently."

"His old illness has come back, so let me come and wish you a happy birthday on his behalf. Grandpa Wen is still in good spirits."

"As for me, well, I'm too old. I can't see clearly now. I can't help but admit my age. You young people are full of energy and vitality."

"Who is that to you?"

"My husband Su Chen."

Wen Liangshan was a little surprised when he heard this. How come he didn't know that Qin girl was getting married? Could it be that the younger generation didn't tell him? He turned to look at his eldest son with confusion.

"Boss, why didn't you tell me about this?"

Wen Sheng explained in a low voice: "Dad, I haven't received an invitation to Qin's wedding. I don't know when the wedding is going to take place. I wonder if I missed it because I went abroad before."

The others also looked over with puzzled eyes. Qin Wushuang opened her red lips and said, "We are really too busy and spend less time together than together. We have only obtained the marriage certificate, but we have never held the wedding banquet."

"Is that so? Then what does this young man do for a living? Miss Qin has really good taste. They are such a perfect match."

"Since you're married, as your elder, I naturally have to give you a gift. Let's go to the studio and choose something. Pick out whatever you like and take it home."

When these words came out, many people were shocked and whispered: "Oh my God, Mr. Wen hasn't given anyone a painting in ten years, and this time he actually took the initiative to give it to them."

"Yes, Mr. Wen's paintings are comparable to those of ancient masters. One of his paintings is a priceless treasure. This young man is really lucky."

Qin Wushuang glanced at Su Chen.

Su Chen said calmly and politely, "Thank you, Grandpa Wen. I will return the gift as a token of my gratitude."

"This is a calming incense that helps you sleep, and this is a jade pendant that wards off evil spirits. Carry it with you to ward off evil spirits and ensure safety."

It was fine when they heard the first part, but many people couldn't help but burst out laughing when they heard the second part, with a bit of contempt in their eyes. Who would come to their door to give such a charlatan-like thing?