Chapter 112: Meeting Grandfather - A Special Bonus Chapter for Those Who Gifted Tourmaline and Diamonds

It turned out that Luo Ange was far more intense in bed than I had ever imagined. From the moment he came out of the shower, he didn’t calm down once, as if he wanted to ravage every corner of the bedroom with me.

I cried out in pain many times, but he paid no heed, only growing more forceful, as if angered.

Half asleep and hazy, I felt him wiping me gently. I turned over and wrapped my arms around his waist, contentedly inhaling the scent unique to him before drifting off to sleep with peace of mind.

Those days, Luo Ange was especially busy—leaving early and returning late, often working overtime. I knew he was trying to settle things so he could go to the United States to handle matters related to a new drug.

I felt deeply sorry for him but could do little, so I stayed home, simmering soups to wait for his return.

Each time I saw him and Xibao finish the soups I made, a sense of accomplishment washed over me. I thought that the rest of my life would be spent in such a steady, gentle flow.

However, no matter how late he came back from overtime, after showering and climbing into bed, the first thing he did was try to wake me up.

I’ve always been sensitive to cold, and during this time, I could only sleep soundly when he held me. At first, I didn’t think much about it—I just sought comfort by nestling into his embrace.

But then I sensed something was off; he bit my ear and murmured in a seductive voice, “Wuyou, you’re so cold. How about we do some warm-up exercises?”

I could feel his body’s change and understood his meaning. Yet, overcome by sleepiness and unwilling to move, I mumbled drowsily, “Maybe next time, I’m too lazy.”

He would then flip over and pin me beneath him, his large hand sliding down as he whispered, “You don’t have to move; just enjoy it.”

And enjoy it I did. When Luo Ange deliberately sought to please me in bed, it was truly a heavenly experience.

But after the pleasure came the pain. The next morning, I’d wake with sore back, aching legs, and cramps. Yet, early as he was, he insisted on rough play again. Several times, when I went downstairs, Xibao was already dozing on the sofa.

Luo Ange specially flew in a doctor from abroad to perform a minor cosmetic procedure on me. He reassured me it was a small operation and I’d be fine after a nap.

Yet he was more nervous than I was, staying by my side throughout, speaking fluent American English with the doctor.

With nothing to do, I fell asleep after the local anesthesia took effect.

When I woke, the results were unexpectedly good—there was hardly any trace of injury on my forehead.

On the first day of school, Luo Ange picked the freshest and most beautiful large bouquet of snow tulips from Huafang Garden and took me and Xibao to the cemetery.

Their mother, Guan Erya, that unparalleled beauty, looked no older than thirty in the photo on the tombstone. Were she still alive, she would undoubtedly be an ageless legend.

Luo Ange carefully swept away the leaves around the tombstone, took out a handkerchief, and meticulously wiped it clean before saying, “After Mom passed, Grandpa insisted she not be buried in the Luo family ancestral grave, but in the Guan family one. Grandpa thought the Luo family didn’t deserve such a wonderful daughter-in-law. But I know, even to the end, Mom always loved Dad.”

Xibao was already weeping uncontrollably, clutching my waist and whispering something. I bent down and finally heard her clearly: “I want Mom, I want Mom…”

At such a young age, to endure her parents’ divorce, her mother’s suicide on the day her father remarried, and then the car accident that left her wheelchair-bound for life—all these blows, one after another, were an immense injustice from the heavens.

I knelt before the tombstone, gazing at the woman whose delicate features resembled a white lotus blooming in the early morning, and softly said, “Mom, don’t worry. I will take good care of them.”

As we descended the hill, we ran into a woman dressed in a tasteful suit, holding a bouquet of snow tulips.

She looked familiar. After a moment, I realized she was Shu Aiqing, founder of Qingqing Ru Wu, who was also Luo Ange’s stepmother and Shu Congxuan’s sister.

Seeing her, Xibao grew restless, her shoulders trembling. I quickly held her back and shook my head at her.

She opened her mouth wide, silently shouting something, and I held her close, feeling a sudden ache in my heart.

Shu Aiqing, however, was unfazed and greeted warmly, “Ange, I’ve heard you returned from Jingnan. Why haven’t you come home? Everyone misses you.”

Luo Ange replied calmly, “There’s a lot of work at the company. When I have time, I’ll bring Xibao home.”

Shu Aiqing’s discerning gaze lingered on me. “Ange, and this is…”

Luo Ange possessively pulled me close. “My woman, Yi Lanshan.”

I hadn’t expected him to introduce me so bluntly. Moved beyond words, my eyes welled up.

Luo Ange, how deeply you care for me—what can I say?

Shu Aiqing seemed about to say more, but Luo Ange gave her no chance. Holding my hand, we pushed Xibao down the hill together.

That afternoon, we met my grandfather. Fortunately, I had already briefly mentioned Luo Ange’s existence before. The two had agreed on one rule: no matter what, no anger. So my grandfather neither scolded nor berated me but kept scrutinizing Luo Ange.

Having been a soldier, his gaze was naturally sharp and formidable. Luo Ange calmly accepted my grandfather’s scrutiny, even serving him tea without flinching. Meanwhile, Xibao clung to me nervously, whispering, “Sister-in-law, will this grandfather eat people?”

I comforted her, “No, this grandfather is the kindest.”

Finally, my grandfather withdrew his gaze from Luo Ange and said to me, “Wuyou, take this little girl for a walk. I want to talk with this Mr. Luo.”

I was displeased. “What’s there to talk about? You have to send me away? If you’re unhappy with him, it means you’re unhappy with me.”

Grandpa chuckled helplessly. “What, haven’t even married him yet and you’re already pushing him away?”

Luo Ange gave me a knowing tug. “Alright, alright, be good. You and Xibao go out. I’ll talk with Grandpa.”

Since he said so, I had no choice but to comply and push Xibao out the door.

But what was there to stroll for? Inside Lan Feng Group, there was a design department. Xibao’s and my clothes were all designed and delivered; even our skincare products were provided. There wasn’t much to buy, so we ended up at Häagen-Dazs.

Xibao had few friends. Because of her leg, she never attended school but was tutored at home by a special teacher Luo Ange found.

Once, she told me that in the years following her accident, she hadn’t even been to a supermarket, staying at home every day and watching the seasons change through the window—year after year just passing like that.

She smiled at me. “Sister-in-law, I’m so glad you’re here. From now on, Brother and I won’t be alone. We’re a family of three.”

Indeed, each of us is a solitary soul in this world. But when fate brings us together and we love each other without separation, we become a family of three.

Xibao added, “When you and Brother marry and have children, we’ll be a family of four, then five. That’s wonderful.”

I couldn’t help but say, “Our Xibao will marry too. Then Sister-in-law will personally design your wedding dress.”

Her expression darkened. “Sister-in-law, what about my leg? Is there any hope?”

I nodded solemnly. “Of course there is. Brother and I will find a way to help you stand.”

She paused, then smiled. “Yes, I believe in you.”

I had no idea what my grandfather and Luo Ange were discussing. We finished a box of Häagen-Dazs and some Starbucks, yet they hadn’t finished. I worried faintly—would they come to blows over a disagreement?

Unable to bear it, I called my grandfather. He answered quickly, his tone not optimistic. “What’s wrong? Afraid I’ll bully him?”

I giggled. “Grandpa, you don’t have to worry. The man I like is one you and Grandma would approve of.”

Smartly, I invoked my grandmother. Grandpa sighed. “Wuyou, if your grandmother were here, she’d scold you. You’re a young lady, and you’ve been gone over a month running after a man. Don’t you have any shame?”

Before I could reply, I heard Luo Ange’s voice: “Grandpa, don’t scold Wuyou. It’s all my fault.”

Grandpa gave up. “I’m old anyway. Your affairs are none of my business. Do as you please.”

When we got home, I asked Luo Ange what my grandfather had told him. The old man seemed quite displeased when we left. Had they argued?

Luo Ange was about to answer when Amu came over with the phone—there was a call from the U.S.

Luo Ange kissed me on the cheek, took the call, and went into the study.

After watching some American TV with Xibao, I went to the balcony to call my father. Though he had treated me harshly, my grandfather’s words were right—blood is thicker than water, and I could never let go.

Grandpa’s words echoed: “Wuyou, you’ve always been stubborn and strong-willed, always getting into trouble and never following the usual path. Your sister is obedient and well-behaved, the kind every parent would love. But that doesn’t mean your father doesn’t love you. A harmonious family brings prosperity. No matter how much you quarrel, this family can’t fall apart. Wuyou, fairness is key. Think about that.”

My father answered quickly, excitement barely concealed in his voice. “Daughter, daughter…”

My throat was dry as I called softly, “Dad…”

His voice tightened with emotion. “Daughter, daughter, it was my fault before. Will you come home? Dad was wrong.”

After all these years, it was rare to hear him say this. All the resentment I’d held suddenly vanished.

Yes, we are father and daughter—the closest bond in the world. No matter how we quarrel or how he has treated me, that fact remains unchangeable.

“Daughter, these past days, I’ve waited countless times at the courtyard gate to deliver your medicine. Where did you run off to? Has anyone bullied you?”

I knew my grandfather must have told my father about Luo Ange. My father’s question stemmed from embarrassment over my mother’s previous interference, when she called Luo Ange for money, and he worried Luo Ange might hold a grudge.

Hearing that I was doing well, my father brightened a little. “When will you bring him home to meet Dad?”