Me at two years old, a queen!

That day, Uncle Liu was busy weeding the vegetable seedlings that An'an had planted in the courtyard of the old house. He didn't feel comfortable entrusting such a small plot of land to anyone else; he felt more at ease keeping an eye on it himself.

Otherwise, the little girl would be sad if she couldn't eat the food she'd been longing for.

Having just finished his work and straightened up, Uncle Liu saw Lu Junxing's car. Afraid he was seeing things, he quickly took out his reading glasses from his pocket and put them on, wanting to check if he was mistaken.

He muttered to himself, "It's not the weekend, is it? Why are you back so early in the morning?"

Not to mention coming back on weekdays, even before An'an was by Lu Junxing's side, Lu Junxing would only appear at the old house for a short while on holidays.

Even now, when the child comes home, he only drops him off once a weekend and then goes back to work overtime. Occasionally, he'll stay a little longer at the old house because An'an clings to him and he can't resist her tantrums.

Seeing Lu Junxing enter, Uncle Liu, worried that something serious might have happened, quickly followed and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you back so late? Did something happen to An'an? Should we...?"

Lu Junxing interrupted Uncle Liu, replying coldly, "It's nothing, Uncle Liu. I'm looking for Grandpa. Has Grandpa gone out?"

"No, Grandpa played a game of chess with Qin Shuo last night, and after breakfast this morning, he went to the study to study chess. He's been in the study the whole time."

Upon learning that the old man was in his study, Lu Junxing went directly there.

The old man, who was studying a chess game, was startled to see Lu Junxing come to see him. However, having lived most of his life, he suppressed his inner turmoil, calmly put on his glasses placed to the side, and asked:

"Why are you here so late? Is An'an filming another variety show? Where is she going this time?"

Lu Junxing sat opposite him, picked up a black chess piece, and placed it on the board: "The location for this program's recording isn't far from Haicheng, it's in the suburbs. I'm here today because I have some questions to ask..."

Ms. Song had just returned from the Song family's place when she saw Uncle Liu standing at the door of the old man's study with tea in hand. The old man had been recuperating for years, and there hadn't been any guests at home for quite some time. She couldn't help but ask:

"Uncle Liu? Is that one of our elders here? Be careful not to give the guests the herbal tea that the doctor specially prescribed for the old man! You can't just give them that herbal tea without careful consideration."

When Uncle Liu saw that Madam Song Yuan had returned, he told her about Lu Junxing's return: "As soon as he came back, he went straight into the study. It was so quiet inside, and he wouldn't let anyone bring him tea. I wonder what happened?"

Looking at the familiar Bentley parked in the yard, Ms. Song Yuan was also filled with worry. Her son was usually the most worry-free, yet at such a young age he had shouldered the heavy responsibility of the family.

Even during the most difficult times when he first started his own company and later took over the Lu family business, he didn't necessarily come back to the old man for advice or experience; he simply carried it all out on his own.

Even Lu Jing, who disapproved of his style, secretly admired Lu Junxing's company management skills, though he didn't say it aloud.

At this moment, Ms. Song couldn't think of anything that could have troubled him so much as to ask him to return to the old house. She wasn't afraid of anything except that something had happened to An'an.

Just as she was about to knock, Lu Junxing opened the door and walked out. His face was expressionless, but Ms. Song Yuan could still sense the gloom emanating from him. Before she could ask, Lu Junxing spoke:

"Mom? How is Mrs. Song?"

"It's nothing. It's just that the design company under them is involved in plagiarism. It wouldn't normally be a big deal; the legal department can handle it. It's just that Yunli hasn't encountered this kind of thing before, and they were worried that they wouldn't be able to handle it properly, so they asked me to come back!"

Since handing the reins over to Song Yunli, Madam Song Yuan has become much more relaxed. However, Song Yunli has been groomed by Madam Song Yuan and the Song family as their successor since childhood.

Having always been taught by elders, without experiencing any major ups and downs or the tempering of working at the bottom, they are unable to shoulder heavy responsibilities or maintain order when faced with unexpected situations.

So even after taking office, Ms. Song Yuan was often called upon to help with various matters. Thinking of this, Ms. Song Yuan looked at her tall son and realized that she, as his mother, had never really helped Lu Junxing in any way.

Ms. Song Yuan's eyes betrayed her deep remorse:

"Have you encountered some trouble? Perhaps I can offer you some advice?"

Before Lu Junxing could speak, a glass shattered with a "crash" from inside the study, followed by the old man's powerful voice:

"What could he possibly have to do! He's got plenty of ideas, alright! Let him do what he's good for!"

Hearing the old man's angry voice, Ms. Song panicked, worried about his health. She asked Aunt Liu, who had heard the commotion and rushed over, to call a doctor.

She hurriedly followed Uncle Liu into the study. She saw the old man sitting to the side, seemingly unharmed, just a little breathless from anger. Seeing he was in a bad mood, she felt relieved.

Uncle Liu raised Lu Junxing in the old house. He and Aunt Liu didn't have any other descendants, and they doted on this child the most.

After tidying up the study, Uncle Liu glanced at Lu Junxing, who was still standing motionless at the study door, and knew that he was worried about the old man.

He also worried that after the old man passed away, the child would lack warmth by his side. Even though An'an would still be there, they all knew that An'an's custody remained with the Gu family.

The longer they spent with An'an, the less they wanted to think about it. Uncle Liu also hoped that Lu Junxing could have more people around him. People need some companionship to live!

Uncle Liu then reminded Ms. Song Yuan, who was still taking care of the old man, took the blood pressure medication from her hand, and indicated to her, "I'm watching over the old man here."

Ms. Song Yuan looked up and noticed that Lu Junxing was standing by the study door with his back to her, not having left. Instantly, a look of heartache appeared in her eyes. She walked over and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry! Your grandfather is still in good health, I'll take care of things here!"

She felt her son's shoulders stiffen for a few seconds as her hand landed on his. Ms. Song also withdrew her hand, her eyes filled with barely concealed tears.

Is there anything Mom can help you with?

Lu Junxing turned around and looked at Ms. Song Yuan with surprise for a few seconds. Perhaps it was because he had become more attentive while taking care of the troublesome child these past few days, but he seemed to see a few tears glistening in Ms. Song Yuan's eyes.

He turned his head awkwardly, glanced at the old man being examined by doctors, shook his head, and left!

When An'an rushed out of the kindergarten, she was still holding the fruit that the kindergarten had given out in the afternoon: "Daddy~, these red berries are so delicious~, you can have this one!"

Lu Junxing looked at the wax apple being shoved towards his mouth, knowing that it wasn't easy for this child to save food from his afternoon tea for his old father, so he opened his mouth and took a bite.

"Daddy~, is it delicious?"