CHAPTER 81: CHAPTER 81: AM I STILL YOUR GRANDFATHER? (2)

Beichen Rui walked to the entrance and changed his shoes. He hadn’t walked a few steps when he felt something flying towards him.

He agilely dodged aside and quickly caught the object as it flew past his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, he found it was a cup.

He glanced in the direction of the living room, where Beichen Jue was sitting on the sofa, glaring at him menacingly.

Beichen Rui walked to the living room and sat opposite him. "Grandfather, who made you so angry?"

He placed the cup on the coffee table and asked.

"You little rascal, be honest, am I still your grandfather?" Beichen Jue exploded with anger upon seeing him, speaking fiercely.

Beichen Rui paid no heed and slightly curved his lips. "Grandfather, who upset you?"

Although he did not know why his grandfather was so angry, he understood that his grandfather wouldn’t lose his temper with him for no reason.

Beichen Jue snorted coldly, turned his head aside, and did not intend to respond to him.

Seeing his reaction, Beichen Rui didn’t say anything and instead shifted his gaze to the servant standing by.

Being looked at like this, the servant was so frightened that they immediately lowered their head...

"Grandfather." Beichen Rui said patiently, "You didn’t call me back just to hit me, did you?"

He couldn’t believe the old man called him all the way back just to throw a cup at him.

There must be something he didn’t know about.

"Housekeeper Lin, bring the person down."

Beichen Jue did not answer his question but instead spoke to Housekeeper Lin, who had just entered the room.

Upon receiving the order, Housekeeper Lin went straight to the second floor.

He arrived at the room where Jingxi was staying, turned the doorknob, and before entering heard some noises.

Listening carefully, he realized it was the little guy’s voice; it sounded like he was crying...

He turned on the room light and glanced at the position on the bed, where there was a small bulge that was trembling slightly.

Housekeeper Lin’s heart seemed to be clenched by something. He walked to the bed and gently lifted the blanket.

Jingxi’s eyes were red from crying. As soon as the blanket was lifted, he immediately became alert.

Seeing the little guy like this, Housekeeper Lin felt uncomfortable; perhaps because of his age and because he had a grandson himself, it pained him to see the little guy cry.

He squatted down and looked at Jingxi, saying, "What’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

Jingxi did not answer him and just glared at him.

In his heart, everyone here was a bad person because they wouldn’t let him see his mommy.

He pulled out two tissues, intending to wipe the little guy’s tears.

Before his hand could touch him, Jingxi waved it away and said coldly, "Go away, don’t touch me."

He immediately climbed up from the bed, glaring at him with red eyes.

At the moment, Jingxi was like a little hedgehog, full of spikes, pricking anyone who got too close.

Watching Jingxi like this, Housekeeper Lin felt pained, but he also knew that this little guy didn’t like being too close to anyone.

He understood this since he saw him last night.

"Be good, Jingxi." He reached out to hold him in his arms, but as soon as his hand reached halfway, Jingxi panicked and retreated several steps.

"I said don’t touch me, get out." His tone was icy, cold to the bone.

Housekeeper Lin’s heart ached for the child. He wondered how deep the mistrust must be for a three-year-old to speak such chilling words.