His handsome face revealed a vague, indiscernible light, as if still immersed in some memory he couldn’t escape from. Even his eyes appeared slightly dazed, with a faint self-mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
“Are you okay?” Youyou asked, puzzled as she looked at him.
Clearly, the ones who needed concern now were Dan Tingye and Meimei. But somehow, Jiang Nan seemed worse off; it was inexplicable.
Jiang Nan didn’t answer her, but instead directly started the car and drove towards the Ye Family Villa.
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Ye Family Villa.
In the deep of night, no one was sleeping, and the spacious living room was brightly lit as if it were daytime.
Ye Zhanxing sat on the leather sofa, holding a cane in his hand. His firm face showed no expression, just sitting quietly there, causing the atmosphere in the living room to suddenly drop.
The butler stood beside him, respectfully pouring tea, placing the brewed tea in front of him, wanting to remind him of something but not daring to speak out.
Outside the front door, the figures of Dan Tingye and Meimei quickly walked in together. Upon seeing Ye Zhanxing, Meimei immediately broke free from Dan Tingye’s hand, jogged forward, and snatched the teacup from Ye Zhanxing’s hand.
“It’s so late, Grandpa, drinking tea is not good for your health.” Meimei sniffed the tea under her nose and, finding it’s not Calming Tea, flickered her eyes and placed it at the furthest point from Ye Zhanxing.
“Grandpa.”
Dan Tingye entered a step slower, directly walking to stand in front of Ye Zhanxing. He bent slightly forward, his tall and straight figure standing respectfully, his dark eyes deep.
Ye Zhanxing looked up at him without speaking; instead, he turned to Meimei and smiled kindly.
“Your father forbids you from studying medicine, but you managed to secretly learn everything you should and shouldn’t, and now you’re even lecturing this old man.”
Ye Zhanxing patted his knee, unable to hide his joy at seeing his granddaughter. He raised his hand slightly, “I’m thirsty, but since you’re not letting me drink tea, go with the butler to make some suitable for me.”
“Grandpa can drink tea, but it’s so late now. I’ll make you some Calming Tea, which will quench your thirst and help you sleep. It’s the most suitable.” Meimei hugged Ye Zhanxing’s neck, leaning against him coyly.
“Alright, alright, I’ll listen to my dear Meimei.” Ye Zhanxing continued to smile, affectionately rubbing Meimei’s head and signaled the butler to take her to the kitchen.
In the living room, only Ye Zhanxing and Dan Tingye were left.
From the moment he entered, Dan Tingye had maintained the same posture, motionless, quietly standing there, tall and upright like a pine tree, listening to the conversation between Ye Zhanxing and Meimei, without interrupting.
He knew from Ye Zhanxing’s instruction for Meimei to make tea that Ye Zhanxing was intentionally sending Meimei away, and he only needed to wait, that was enough.
“Sit down, Grandpa wants to hear your explanation.”
Only when Meimei’s figure disappeared did Ye Zhanxing’s aged eyes slightly narrow, speaking steadily, he pointed to the sofa opposite him.
“I can stand, Grandpa can ask whatever he wants.” Dan Tingye’s dark eyes flickered slightly, his posture unchanged, his lips parted indifferently.
He was the true grandson of the Ye Family, yet Ye Zhanxing doted on Meimei just a bit more since childhood.
In fact, Meimei didn’t have a father, so those who cared for her since she was young were especially numerous. Dan Tingye was never jealous, only happy for her.
He matured early, and from a young age, he wouldn’t cling to adults for affection. Meimei was different; she was well-behaved and very cute. Even the icy Diwu Zexuan could be melted by Meimei, let alone Ye Zhanxing, who naturally loved children.