Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2311 - 2247: Not as Good as a Granddaughter

It wasn't that his slow promotion track bothered her; rather, she couldn't help but wonder, "Big Brother, when will the constant missions end so you can spend more time by my side?"

Naturally, she kept these reflections to herself. The sentiment was nothing more than a fleeting thought that crossed her mind for a second.

To Chiang Xiao, the battlefield of gunfire and explosions seemed like the natural habitat for Meng Xinian. This wasn't because she was particularly selfless regarding the world's needs; she simply believed that his unique temperament and elite skills were better suited for that life.

In her eyes, it was far superior to having him rot in an office, sipping tea while scrolling through newspapers and sitting through endless meetings.

While his body remained brimming with vitality and power, why shouldn't he go out and let his hot blood boil?

Furthermore, his presence on the front lines genuinely protected others from lethal dangers. His current abilities, after all, had long since surpassed everyone else by a massive margin.

Meng Xinian surely held the same conviction in his own heart.

Glancing at the parcels Yang Zhiqi was holding, Old Yang asked casually, "What did you bring?"

"I bought pan-fried buns, Dad. Weren't they always your favorite?"

Yang Zhiqi quickly stepped forward to offer the food.

He never anticipated that this small act would provoke Old Yang's temper. The elderly man slammed his chopsticks onto the table and barked, "Get them away from me! Eat them yourself! Why did I even bother raising a son? You aren't worth a single hair on a granddaughter's head!"

A granddaughter?

Who was he talking about? He didn't even have a daughter.

And didn't his father used to crave those pan-fried buns?

Yang Zhiqi stood there, completely bewildered.

Ignoring his son entirely, Old Yang turned toward Chiang Xiao, his voice softening instantly. "How many bowls of this porridge is Grandpa allowed to have today?"

Pfft.

Chiang Xiao was momentarily stunned.

Did she possess some sort of hidden luck when it came to elderly people? First, there was Grandpa Chen Baoshen, who was determined to claim her as his granddaughter. And now, Grandpa Yang was doing the same?

Just a moment ago, he was still "Big Master" to her.

It seemed that when he insisted she address Yang Zhiqi as "Uncle" earlier, he had already been planning this.

"The porridge has a very thin consistency, so having two bowls shouldn't cause any issues," she answered honestly.

"Excellent, then Grandpa will finish two bowls." Looking pleased, Old Yang picked up his bowl and began to eat.

Aunt Yang also smiled as she took her own portion, casting a glance at Yang Zhiqi. "There isn't any porridge left for you. Go ahead and eat your buns."

Previously, they had kept quiet to avoid worrying him or distracting him from his duties. But now that the crisis had passed, why shouldn't they vent some of their frustration?

As their own flesh and blood, he hadn't noticed a single thing wrong.

Even Buddy Meng had been more aware of the situation than he was.

It seemed that even the elderly were entitled to throw a small tantrum every now and then.

Yang Zhiqi: "..."

He felt as though he had stepped into a meeting and emerged into a world that no longer made any sense.

Meng Xinian stood up and shot him a meaningful look, signaling for the two of them to step into the side room.

A short while later.

With eyes turning red and his fingers twitching with nervous energy, Yang Zhiqi instinctively asked Meng Xinian, "Do you have a cigarette?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

He was acting foolish. Everyone knew Meng Xinian never touched tobacco; where would he even get a cigarette?

But the sudden realization that his father had been facing such a dire health crisis without his knowledge made Yang Zhiqi feel like an absolute failure as a son.

No wonder his parents, who were perfectly comfortable in their own home, had suddenly insisted on moving in with him.

When his wife had suggested something felt off, he had dismissed her concerns, confidently stating that they simply missed him.

Miss him? What a joke.

Reflecting on it now, he realized that after they arrived, they never touched any of the food he brought home from the cafeteria. Not a single bite.

They had even gone so far as to plant a garden on the roof just so they wouldn't have to rely on him for meals.