The Young Miss Refuse To Love-Chapter 138: Grandpa Song

"Grandpa..." Song Chengfeng called out hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. He stood still beside Grandpa Song’s bed, his tall frame exuding unease. Guilt was etched onto his usually composed features, an unfamiliar sight for anyone who knew him.

Grandpa Song, however, wasn’t moved. His sharp eyes glared at his disobedient grandson, and his voice was quick and cutting. "Who is your grandpa? I don’t have a grandson like you."

The harsh dismissal was swift, but it earned him a sharp smack on the arm from his wife.

"Song Weiguo!" Grandma Song snapped, her eyes flashing as she glared at her husband. "What do you mean you don’t have a grandson? Xiao Feng is our only grandchild, and you dare to disown him in front of me?"

Grandpa Song grumbled under his breath, rubbing his arm where his wife had hit him. "Disown him? He’s the one who threw us away! Lives by himself, doesn’t visit, doesn’t call. After everything I’ve done to support him, he has the gall to lie to my face. And now, he dares to show up here?"

Song Chengfeng lowered his head, his silence amplifying the tension in the room. He listened quietly to his grandfather’s words, his presence almost fading into the background.

Grandma Song wasn’t having any of it. "Are you a child?" she chided, glaring at her husband. "Holding a grudge against your own grandson? Xiao Feng is still young, and we, as elders, should be the ones forgiving him!"

The more she spoke, the more Grandpa Song sulked. "Oh, now that the brat is here, you’re taking his side and abandoning me?" he muttered bitterly. "If he really cared about us, he would’ve come back sooner. You’re just too softhearted."

"So what if I am?" Grandma Song retorted, her voice rising. "He’s my only grandson. I’ll spoil him all I want!"

Without another glance at her husband, she stood up, took Song Chengfeng’s hand in her own, and led him away from the bed. She guided him to the couch nearby, her grip firm yet comforting.

"Xiao Feng, ignore that old man," she said dismissively, her tone softening as she turned her attention to her grandson. She scanned him with concern, her eyes reddening. "Why are you so thin? Is it that hard to live on your own? Why don’t you just come home? Staying out there all alone, what’s the point?"

Song Chengfeng opened his mouth to reply but found himself at a loss for words. In truth, he wasn’t thin at all—his physique was lean and muscular—but in his grandmother’s eyes, he was always frail and pitiable.

Her words, filled with worry and love, stirred something deep within him. His lips trembled slightly, and he lowered his gaze, unable to meet her kind eyes.

"I’m sorry..." he whispered after a long pause, his voice cracking.

Two simple words, but they carried a weight far heavier than he could express. He had so much more to say—about his guilt, his regrets, his cowardice—but none of it seemed adequate.

Across the room, Mrs. Song sat on the opposite couch, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She remained silent, watching the scene unfold. It wasn’t her place to interfere.

Grandma Song’s lips trembled as she heard his apology. A tear slid down her cheek, but her expression softened into a warm, forgiving smile.

"Silly boy," she murmured, pulling him into a gentle embrace. "You’re my only grandson. How could I ever be angry with you?"

Her words broke the last of his resolve. For the first time in years, Song Chengfeng allowed himself to lean into her embrace, letting the warmth of her love wash over him.

Behind them, Grandpa Song cleared his throat loudly, but neither of them paid him any mind.

"How are you doing?" Grandma Song asked softly, her hands cupping her grandson’s face with a tenderness only she could manage.

"I’m doing well," Song Chengfeng replied, nodding slightly. "I’ve started a business recently."

Grandma Song’s eyes widened in surprise. "A business? Since when do you have an interest in business?" she exclaimed, disbelief coloring her voice.

Even Mrs. Song, seated across from them, raised her brows in surprise. It was the first time she’d heard of it as well.

"I still don’t like it," Song Chengfeng admitted, his tone frank and without hesitation.

"Then why are you venturing into business?" Grandma Song asked, her brows furrowing in concern and confusion. Her gaze searched his face for an answer, trying to piece together her grandson’s sudden shift in focus.

On the bed, Grandpa Song’s face remained stern, though his ears were clearly tuned into the conversation. Despite his feigned annoyance, his curiosity was evident in the way he subtly tilted his head to hear better.

Before Song Chengfeng could respond, a sharp knock at the door interrupted the moment. Grandpa Song’s eyes narrowed as he turned to face the newcomer, irritation flickering across his face.

"Who dares interrupt now?" he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with displeasure.

The door creaked open, revealing the figure of an elderly man. It was Grandpa He—Qi Jianyi’s grandfather.

The air in the room shifted immediately. Song Chengfeng, recognizing the man, quickly stood and walked toward him. He greeted Grandpa He with a deep bow and a level of respect that was both formal and genuine.

"Grandpa He," he said, his voice steady and reverent.

The scene drew a dissatisfied huff from Grandpa Song, who watched with narrowed eyes as his grandson lavished attention on the guest.

"What’s this?" Grandpa Song grumbled under his breath, shooting a glare at the older man. "He greets that old man He like he’s royalty, but barely spares a word for me." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Grandma Song heard her husband’s muttering and shot him a warning look. "You can’t expect to be respected when you’ve spent the whole day grumbling and scolding," she said sharply, before turning her attention to Grandpa He.

"Old He, what brings you here so suddenly?" Grandma Song asked warmly, her tone carefully masking the tension lingering from her husband’s earlier grumblings.

Grandpa He stepped forward, his composed demeanor highlighted by a calm smile. His sharp gaze briefly rested on Song Chengfeng before moving to the rest of the room.

"I heard you suddenly fell ill, so I came to check on you," he said, addressing Grandpa Song. Then, as if noticing Song Chengfeng for the first time, he added with a slight smile, "But I didn’t expect to find Chengfeng here as well. What a pleasant surprise."

"Hah! Only when I’m on my deathbed does he think it’s worth coming to see me," Grandpa Song sneered, his tone sharp and accusatory. His words caused a ripple of unease in the room, but the truth behind them was clear to everyone. Beneath the gruff exterior and barbed remarks, Grandpa Song was thrilled to see his grandson.

Grandpa He gave his old friend a long, pointed look—one that seemed to silently communicate his exasperation. "You’re lucky I know you well, Song Weiguo, or I’d have mistaken you for someone entirely different," he said, his tone half-mocking but carrying an edge of seriousness.

Grandpa Song snorted in reply, attempting to maintain his haughty facade, but a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his amusement.

"Truly, what’s the point of this act?" Grandpa He continued, stepping closer to the bedside. "You act high and mighty, yet weren’t you the one who practically begged me to get my grandson to convince Chengfeng to come home?"

The room fell silent at those words, save for the sound of Grandma Song stifling a laugh behind her hand. Mrs. Song, sitting quietly in her corner, looked away to hide her smirk. Even Song Chengfeng struggled to maintain his stoic expression, his lips quirking slightly at the unexpected revelation.

Grandpa Song bristled, his pride taking a hit. "That’s ridiculous! When did I ever ask for your help? You’re clearly imagining things," he huffed, though his flushed face gave away his embarrassment.

"Really now?" Grandpa He retorted, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "Do you need me to bring out the messages you sent me?"

"You wouldn’t dare!" Grandpa Song growled, his ears turning red as he waved his hand dismissively. "Why are you even bringing up old nonsense? Focus on my current condition!"

At that, the entire room finally relaxed, the tension dissolving into quiet chuckles. Grandma Song shook her head, patting her husband’s arm gently. "Ah, Weiguo, your stubbornness will be the death of you."

"His stubbornness is what keeps him alive," Grandpa He quipped with a chuckle of his own.

Standing silently at the side, Song Chengfeng looked between the two elders, his heart softening. No matter how much time passed or how complicated their relationships became, this familiar warmth—a blend of bickering and affection—reminded him of what truly mattered.

"Chengfeng, how are you doing? It’s been a while since you’ve come to visit us at home." Grandpa He ignored his friend’s grumbling entirely, focusing instead on making small talk with his granddaughter’s lover.

When Grandpa and Grandma He first learned about Qi Jianyi’s relationship with Song Chengfeng, Grandpa He had been quietly dissatisfied. His granddaughter had only recently begun to grow closer to them, and the thought of her being "taken away" so soon had unsettled him.

However, after some reflection, he couldn’t deny feeling relieved that the man Qi Jianyi had fallen for was Song Chengfeng. Having watched him grow up alongside He Zeqing, Grandpa He knew firsthand that Song Chengfeng was upright, well-mannered, and dependable. These qualities gave him confidence that Song Chengfeng could take care of Qi Jianyi and keep her safe.

At the very least, that much had put his mind at ease.

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