"Yes, she is willing to come back because of her mother."

After hearing this, the old man's face changed imperceptibly. After thinking for a moment, he spoke again: "I heard that you two get along very well."

"I told her that I am her biological uncle, and I also told her some things about the Huangfu family, so she trusts me more." Ji Mingyu answered respectfully.

The old man glanced at him indifferently and continued: "How is your injury? I'll let the doctor take a look at it."

"I saw it on the way back. I'll be fine after just two days of rest."

"It's better to take a closer look to reassure me." The old man's tone was very domineering, with unquestionable majesty.

How could Ji Mingyu not hear the old man's temptation to him? He remained calm on his face and answered respectfully.

"Thank you, sir."

In less than ten minutes, the doctor came to Ji Mingyu's room with a medical kit.

"Show him the wound." The old man said to the doctor beside him.

The doctor put the medical kit aside and motioned for Ji Mingyu to take off his clothes.

The old man has always been very suspicious, and he won't let go until he sees it with his own eyes.

What's more, his current identity is a fake Ji Mingyu.

Thinking of this, Ji Mingyu, without saying a word, untied the gauze covering the abdominal wound in front of the old man and the doctor, revealing the red and swollen wound inside.

"How did you get injured? The wound looks inflamed." The doctor disinfected the wound with anti-inflammatory water while inspecting the sutured wound.

Ji Mingyu didn't have much expression on his face, but out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the old man sitting beside him. When he saw that the man was staring at his wound, he understood what he was thinking.

"Gunshot wound." Ji Mingyu replied.

"I'll re-treat it for you. Take a good rest these days." The doctor finished dressing the wound and said to Ji Mingyu.

After the doctor packed up the medical box, the old man looked at Ji Mingyu and said, "If you are injured, take a good rest. If anything happens, ask your people to notify me."

"Yes, thank you father."

"Okay, I'll leave first." After the old man said that, he stood up and walked out of the room with the help of the housekeeper.

The moment the door closed, Ji Mingyu's expression changed slightly, he got up and tiptoed to the door.

outside the door.

The old man followed the doctor and left.

"How many days have Mingyu's injuries been visible?"

"Based on visual inspection, it should be two or three days. Are you doubtful?"

"After all, he is my son. As a father, I can't be too concerned about him."

The doctor's family has been working in Huangfu's family for several generations. Although he usually doesn't pay much attention to it, he is also aware of the undercurrents surging in Huangfu's family.

"Well, you don't need to worry too much, master. As long as you rest well, the second master's injury will recover."

The old man got the answer he wanted to know and stopped asking any more questions.

The conversation between the two gradually faded away, and Ji Mingyu returned to bed.

Because he was worried that Shu Ziyan's mobile phone would be monitored, he did not send a message to the other party.

…

After seeing the doctor off, the old man returned to the main building with the housekeeper.

He sat on the sedan curtain with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking, and looked down at the steward who was following him.

"Do you think the wound on your dick looks like it's two or three days old?"

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting to be called by name, and said respectfully as always: "I'm not a doctor, so I can't tell. I think doctors can't lie."

The old man looked at the scenery in the distance, curled his lips and chuckled, "Yes, the entire Huangfu family belongs to me, and most people don't dare to lie."

The housekeeper glanced at him but didn't answer.

…

The other side.

Shu Ziyan was taken to the rest room by the servant. When she saw various styles of silk cheongsam hanging in the closet, her eyes were full of shock.

Some styles are still out of print on the market.

After admiring it for a while, Shu Ziyan took her pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After coming out, go directly to the bed and lie down.

When I woke up, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Shu Ziyan picked a set of apricot cheongsam in the closet, walked out of the room, and saw two servants standing at the door. She was surprised for a moment, "Where is grandpa?"

"Sir, have afternoon tea in the garden."

"Take me there."

"Yes, miss."

Shu Ziyan followed the servant to the garden and saw the old man sitting on a lounge chair from a distance, rolling two beads in one hand and drinking tea from an antique teacup in the other. It was very comfortable.

Probably heard footsteps.

The old man's eyes fell on Shu Ziyan, with an amiable smile on his face.

"Yanyan, get up."

Shu Ziyan naturally smiled back, "Well, does grandpa have to have afternoon tea every day?"

"Yes, as I get older, this is my hobby."

As Shu Ziyan spoke, she walked over to the old man, sat down, and spoke directly.

"Grandpa, when can I see my mother?"

The old man paused while drinking tea, looked sideways at her, and asked tentatively: "Are you willing to come back for your mother?"

"I haven't seen her for more than ten years. Knowing that she is still alive, I naturally want to see her. Or is it because grandpa does not allow us mother and daughter to meet?"

When Shu Ziyan said this, there was not much expression on her face, as if she could not see the deep thinking and consideration in the old man's eyes.

"It's not that I don't want you to meet. It's just that your mother doesn't remember you at all, and she's not in good spirits. There's something wrong here." The old man said, pointing to his head.

Shu Ziyan: "..."

She clearly learned from Ji Mingyu that her mother had been sent down the tower. She didn't hear that she had mental problems. How come she had mental problems when she heard from him?

"Even if I have mental problems, I still want to see her. If she doesn't recognize me, just take a look from a distance." Shu Ziyan said.

The old man put down the tea cup in his hand and refused bluntly, "Not for the time being. Your mother is still receiving treatment. Anyone who comes close will be hurt by her. For your safety, I think it is better not to see her. Wait until she recovers a little.

Arrange a meeting between you mother and daughter."

Shu Ziyan finally understood that the old man had no intention of letting her see her mother.

Firstly, he was afraid that he would find out where his mother was, and secondly, he had not yet gained her trust, so he voluntarily gave away his blood.

What a good plan.

"According to grandpa's arrangements."

"Are you satisfied with the room you stayed in? If you need anything, you can tell the housekeeper and he will arrange for someone to prepare it for you." The old man continued.

Shu Ziyan always pretended to be flattered, "Thank you, grandpa, I like it very much. I just want tools for painting and a computer, is that okay?"

"I have drawing tools at home, but I have to go to the city center to buy a computer, which may take some time."

"As long as I can buy it, can I go see my uncle?"

The old man motioned to the servant waiting at the side, "Take Miss Sun to the second master's place."

"Yes, sir."

Shu Ziyan didn't say anything more, got up and followed the servant to Dongyuan where the second master lived.
Chapter completed!