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Yuan Sufei saw her son had arrived and quickly went to greet him.

"Mu Qiao."

Her lips trembled as she turned her head to look at Mo Yu on the sickly bed. She raised her hand to cover her mouth and did her best to control the whimper coming from her mouth.

Xi Muqiao patted her back. Looking around, he spoke in a low and deep voice that made people feel inexplicably safe, "Mom, it's alright. I'm here, where's Grandma?"

"Your second uncle brought her downstairs to do an inspection. At that time, she didn't even get a breath of air, which gave everyone a fright!"

Yuan Susu Fei pulled her son's hand and brought him to the sickly place. Looking at Mo Wuji's face, which only revealed his small head, her entire right cheek was swollen like a bun, which was extremely shocking on her pale face. The corner of her mouth was bruised, and there was even a piece of gauze covering her forehead.

Xi Muqiao shut his eyes with all his might, covering the pity and regret in his eyes as he listened to Yuan Sufei's words.

"Not only is there a wound on his face, but so does his body."

He bent over and lightly tucked the quilt around her neck, carefully examining the scars on her face. That small, white, and delicate face which he had been smiling at a while ago was now full of scars.

Ever since the five-year-old grandma had led the Xi Family into the orphanage, Mo Miaomiao had always been by her side. Since childhood, she had always been like a little doll, which made the old lady very fond of her.

Normally speaking, since she was now a child of the Xi Family, she should change her surname. However, since her looks were unwilling and the Old Granny doted on her, she should continue with her surname, Mo.

He had grown up with the same looks as Xi Moyan. Plus, he had grown up with Xi Moyan in the Xi Family, so he held a very important position in Xi Mubai's heart.

As ladies of the Xi Family, she and Xi Moyan had always been well protected. They had been pampered since childhood, and they had never suffered such serious injuries.

He held Yuan Sufei's arm and walked to the side. He tried his best to suppress his surging anger, and the veins on his forehead started to bulge. He lowered his voice and asked, "What the hell is going on? Why did Mu Che hit her?"

We don't know the specific reason, but your second uncle brought his face back to the old mansion to look for grandma. Mu Che came back reeking of alcohol at dinner, and he was extremely drunk, so his appearance went back to his room to take care of him. We were in the living room on the first floor, and the room was very soundproof.

Her face was just like Little Yan's, growing up right in front of her eyes. She was like half a daughter, how could she not feel sorry for her child's injuries?

"Muchner?"

"He was dragged to sober up."

Xi Muqiao nodded. His thin lips were pressed into a thin line and his jaw was extremely tight. He tugged at his shirt collar and turned his head to look at his face.

"I'm going to see Grandma."

Yuan Sufei nodded. When Xi Muqiao opened the door, she called out to his son in a low voice.

"Mu Qiao, Mu Che is not a bad person."

Xi Muqiao turned to look at his mother, his expression dark and unreadable. He nodded.

He first went to see his grandma. The old lady's eightieth birthday was coming up in a short period of time, but fortunately, she was healthy normally. This time, nothing happened.

He sat in front of the sick old lady and carefully fed her water. In the end, she was already old. With such a ruckus, the old lady was not in a good mood and could not muster up any energy.

"How is her appearance?"

Xi Mubai took a handkerchief and gently wiped the water stain on his grandma's mouth. "Grandmother, it's alright. Her complexion is sleeping. Don't worry, there won't be any problems."

She let out a long sigh, "I can tell that Mu Che likes looks since he was young. This child doesn't have as many thoughts as your second uncle, and he grew up under his nose. I can't be more relieved if I marry him."

Xi Muqiao held the old lady's hand in his palm. His eyes were lowered, and his thick eyelashes were calmly resting on the deep eye sockets. He looked at the skinny old hand, and the veins on the back of his wrinkled hand protruded.

Muccher was three years younger than him, three years older than Xi Moyan and Mo Yan. He grew up in the Xi Family, and he knew Xi Muccher very well. He did not have his second uncle's ambition, and his mind was very straight.

But now, he regretted marrying Mu Chen with his face. They hadn't even been married for a year, yet such a thing had already happened. It was just that he had only discovered it twice.

She would rather bury a lot of things in her heart than reveal them. In the past, when Xiao Yan was around, she still had people to confide in, and once she left, she would never take the initiative to tell them.

Although Xi Muqiao tried to not look so cold on his face, the old lady knew him very well. How could she not see that he was filled with anger? She patted his hand, and her old face was filled with fatigue.

"Mu Qiao, no matter how much you earn from your second uncle, promise grandma not to implicate Mu Che and his appearance."

The old lady didn't say anything, but she understood a lot of things clearly. The Xi Family had two sons, and they had already kicked out of the Xi Family for the journey, so there was no way she could chase Xi Lu Feng out.

This was a society where the strong preyed on the weak. Without the support of men, she, Yuan Sufei and the two women, as well as the four underage children, would make the Xi Family fall into her hands sooner or later.

Now, with Xi Muqiao's ability to support the entire Xi Family, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Grandmother, you don't have many years left. I can trust you to take care of the Xi Family, but Mu Qiao, you can't forget the Xi Family's teachings. The family head will also come from your family, so grandma's final wish is to see you get married and have children."

Xi Muqiao suddenly gave a low and deep laugh. His black eyes looked at the old lady with a smile, "Grandmother, do you still remember that little girl I told you about in the past?" I found her. "

The old lady's eyes lit up and her spirit recovered a bit. The wrinkles on her face deepened as she hurriedly grabbed onto Xi Muqiao's large hand.

"Really?"

Xi Muqiao nodded. "Really, I'll bring it back to show you one day. Grandmother, I've already registered everything with her."

The old lady was shocked and her expression suddenly became strange. She said cry but not cry, joking but not laughing. She was too excited. She held her chest and took two deep breaths. She knew that her eldest grandson hadn't had a woman around all these years because he was thinking about that girl.

She had also thought pessimistically that if her eldest grandson refused to marry to that girl, she would force him to become her test-tube baby. The Xi Family could have no mistress, but they could not have no grandson.