Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s
Chapter 886 - 887 Argued

Chapter 886: Chapter 887 Argued

Meng Xinian and Chiang Xiao came back with quite a few flowers, some of which were already grown and some were seeds.

Chiang Xiao intended to plant the seeds, then dig some black soil from her space as fertilizer. Later, she would dilute it with Spiritual Spring Water to water the plants, ensuring the courtyard would be exceptionally brilliant with blooming flowers.

On the way back, Meng Xinian had told her that whenever he was free, he would come back to water the flowers and let her stay in the provincial capital during the weekends.

However, as soon as they walked through the door, Chiang Songhai quickly approached and pulled Meng Xinian aside, speaking in a low voice, "Your father called, it sounded like he had an argument with your grandfather. Old Meng was cursing fiercely, and after hanging up the phone he complained of chest pain!"

Meng Xinian’s face darkened.

Chiang Xiao frowned slightly, "I’ll go make some tea for grandpa; you go check on him first."

Old Meng was sitting in a wooden chair in the corner of the courtyard, one hand propping up his forehead, eyes closed. If not for Chiang Songhai telling them, they would have thought he was sunbathing and resting with his eyes closed.

"Okay." Meng Xinian knew the tea that Chiang Xiao mentioned wasn’t ordinary tea. Looking at her warmly, he reached out and patted her head, "Good girl."

Chiang Xiao glared at him before going in to make the tea.

Meng Xinian walked over to Old Meng.

As soon as his shadow cast over, blocking the sunlight, Old Meng reacted. He lifted his head, looking up at his tall and upright grandson.

"You’re back? Where is Little?"

Almost suffering from an illness due to anger, and the first thing he does upon seeing his return is worry about Little?

Meng Xinian sat down beside him, "Little is making tea for you. I heard you feel suffocated in the chest?"

Old Meng snorted, "Isn’t that because of the anger your father caused me!"

"That’s your son." Meng Xinian said indifferently.

"Yes, if only I had known this son would turn out like this..."

Old Meng hadn’t finished speaking when Meng Xinian interrupted him, "Now that you know what he’s like, you can’t bear to be apart either. You’re still thinking of going back to put up with the aggravation."

Old Meng glared at him, "I see this grandson is also exasperating! How many times have I told you? If I don’t live in our family’s old house and safeguard it, where will it be for you in the future? I do not want to leave the old house to that woman. She might spoil and ruin it."

"I have said I don’t care."

"Just being stubborn about not caring," Old Meng huffed, looking toward his leg.

Meng Xinian had already ditched the wheelchair these past two days, as he had been slowly able to walk. But being able to walk didn’t mean he could run, jump, or fight.

"What’s going on with you? Did you really sign up? Are you not wanting your leg anymore? Your father saw the list and was so furious that he was going to explode. He called me hoping I would persuade you to withdraw from the registration."

Withdraw from the registration?

Meng Xinian sneered.

"Isn’t he just afraid that I would lose and embarrass him?"

Over the years, under the influence of that woman’s pillow talk, Meng Chaojun had come to believe that Meng Xinian was increasingly useless and disobedient. Any false step might tarnish the Meng Family’s reputation.

Meng Chaojun wanted to interfere in everything and control him. That was also the reason he didn’t return to the Capital City Alliance District.

In G Province, his father’s reach wasn’t long enough to meddle at any time, and Officer Yang Zhiqi was on the side of his grandfather, able to notify him promptly if anything happened.

For that reason, over the past few years, he had been able to act according to his own wishes.

The year away, although not in his initial plans, was an event he had participated in. Now, upon his return, he was determined to claim what rightfully belonged to him.

Such as the Elite Supervisor Guard King.