You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

“Not all elders deserve respect. Grandpa should have known this a long time ago.” Shen Mochen raised his eyes coldly, his tone ambiguous.

The last time he heard from his nominal uncle, he was told that he was sent to a mental hospital abroad, not by his parents, but by his grandfather.

His mother didn't commit suicide because of love, but was driven to death by the old man in order to bring him back.

So... he wasn't actually a wild child who was born unloved.

However, they were kept in the dark, and even if they had known, they would have been powerless to do anything about it.

What could he do? Kill the old man?

But his father left him a will, instructing him to take good care of the old man.

Ha, why should he listen to the dying words of someone who has never cared about him?

Upon hearing his words, Old Master Shen's face turned pale again. The tape used to secure the needle on the back of his hand, with its prominent veins, was peeling off, and half a tube of blood was flowing back into the IV tubing.

Only Yu Nanqing noticed it in the entire ward. Her eyelids twitched a few times, and she wanted to speak several times, but she was stopped by the arrogant and domineering old man Shen with her eyes.

He probably didn't want to hear her voice.

Yu Nanqing sighed secretly and simply lowered her eyes to avoid looking.

By the time Old Master Shen noticed, the needle had already slipped out of his arm, splattering a mixture of blood and medicine.

He frowned, watching helplessly as his bony hand slowly swelled up.

The conversation ended, and Shen Mochen had the upper hand. He lazily raised his eyes, reluctantly called a nurse for him, and then warned him in a cold and stern gaze, "Grandpa, this is the last time. If you secretly come to cause trouble for my wife again, I will... make you disappear from this world without a sound."

What he said was frightening. Old Master Shen's pupils dilated, and he looked at him in astonishment.

He never expected that Shen Mochen would actually harbor murderous intent towards him!

How dare he!

He's his father's father!

After saying that, Shen Mochen ignored his astonishment, put his arm around Yu Nanqing, and turned to leave.

Feeling warm inside from being protected without any boundaries, Yu Nanqing unconsciously tightened her grip on Shen Mochen's hand. Only when they reached a secluded corner did she speak, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to treat Grandpa like this? After all, he is an elder."

Without him, Shen Mochen would not have come into this world.

"There are only good people and bad people in this world. Good people naturally deserve to be treated well. As for bad people, so what if we have a relationship? Besides, haven't I let him go several times because he's my grandfather?" Shen Mochen leaned down and hugged her, his lips brushing against her face before finally sealing her rosy lips with his.

When he heard someone coming, and Jiaojiao struggled fiercely in his arms, he finally let go of her, and the unease he felt when he arrived finally subsided.

Yu Nanqing blushed, pointing helplessly at the promotional poster in front of her, pretending to be busy.

She breathed a sigh of relief when the footsteps disappeared, withdrew her hand, turned around, and met Shen Mochen's ambiguous smile. Her face flushed red again.

She glanced around, then quickly pinched his waist. "It's all your fault, how dare you laugh."

Shen Mochen raised an eyebrow and took her hand in his. "Why are you so easily embarrassed, sweetie? Aren't you used to it yet?"

Yu Nanqing was taken aback and stepped on his foot, "How can I get used to this?"

After saying that, she turned around and hurriedly walked to the side.

Shen Mochen looked at her with a smile on his face, then reluctantly followed her, picking her up when they reached the corner.

The feeling of weightlessness as she was lifted into the air almost made Yu Nanqing gasp. Turning around and seeing Shen Mochen, she frowned, showing her displeasure. "Put me down. I can walk by myself."

"The doctor said I shouldn't walk too much until I'm fully recovered." Shen Mochen didn't listen to her and walked straight into the elevator.

After he said that, Yu Nanqing realized that the foot that was wrapped was a little painful. It was probably because she had rushed out with both feet on the ground in a hurry after seeing her grandfather faint.

It shouldn't be anything serious; the pain should subside in a couple of days.

To avoid making Shen Mochen worry too much, she didn't mention it.

But even though she didn't tell, Shen Mochen eventually found out.

It all started when she went for rehabilitation training in the afternoon. The doctor who came in to check on her immediately noticed something was wrong, quickly stopped her, and then lifted her trouser leg to examine her legs. "Did you do strenuous exercise today?"

Yu Nanqing was slightly taken aback, her ears turned red, her mind filled with nonsense, and she shook her head in embarrassment, "No, no."

Kiss...that doesn't count.

Seeing her like this, the doctor almost immediately guessed what she was thinking, and coughed twice to interrupt her reverie, "I was talking about sports."

Yu Nanqing was taken aback, her pupils seemed to shatter slightly, and she hesitated for a moment, her heart turning cold.

That's so embarrassing...

She tried to keep it a secret, but the doctor saw through her and tricked her into revealing the truth after some questioning.

"Does your foot hurt?" he asked, pinching her ankle through the cast with his fingertips.

Yu Nanqing gritted her teeth and groaned, her face turning pale with pain. She hurriedly nodded, "It hurts...it hurts."

"She probably twisted her ankle." The doctor glanced at her, then stood up and glanced at Shen Mochen. "Mr. Shen, could you please come with me to get the medicine?"

Shen Mochen withdrew his gaze from Yu Nanqing, his eyes unreadable and somewhat angry.

He was angry that his sweetheart had such a big problem and didn't tell him, angry that she tried so hard to hide it from him, angry that she didn't treat him as her support at all!

Shen Mochen's fingers were slender, so the doctor didn't give him any tools. "Apply this medicine to your hand, then roll up the gauze wrapped in the plaster a little, and put your hand inside to massage her ankle."

"Try rubbing it for two days. If it doesn't work, then we'll have to remove the cast to check the situation."

"Okay." Shen Mochen responded and took the medicine back to the ward.

Yu Nanqing leaned back on the hospital bed, her eyes lowered as she fidgeted with her fingers, a hint of unease on her face.

Shen Mochen moved his lips, but the blame that was about to come out was immediately swallowed back.

When she saw him return, Yu Nanqing's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again. She cautiously called out to him, "Shen Mochen."

"Hmm." Shen Mochen glanced at her, disinfected her hands, applied medicine, and gently massaged them according to the doctor's instructions.

At first, the pain caused Yu Nanqing's face to contort, her hands to grip the hem of her clothes tightly, and her whole body to tremble.

Later, when the medicine took effect and she started to feel a fever, the pain subsided. She leaned back and quietly waited for Shen Mochen to apply the medicine to her.

After applying the medicine, Shen Mochen angrily bit her, "You kept it a secret so well, treating me like an outsider."

Yu Nanqing paused, her expression stiffening for two seconds. As he turned around, she hurriedly grabbed his sleeve. Her lips were a little dry, and she stammered a few words before asking in a dry voice, "Where are you going?"

"I need to wash my hands before I settle the score with my little darling, otherwise I'll stain her bottom yellow."