Mind reading saves the whole family; I'm firmly in the role of a charlatan.

Chapter 166 This is no ordinary Versailles

Facts have proved that ginger is still spicy.

Du Anrao tried to return the card several times, but the old lady changed the subject each time.

Not to mention that the old lady later happened to discover that Fu Sili had become the male lead of the drama by replacing someone else, and a group of haters were cursing him on his account. She immediately learned how to operate the phone from Du Anrao, the only young person on the scene, and then rushed to confront those haters for the sake of her grandson, leaving Du Anrao completely dumbfounded.

It wasn't until he got into the car on the way back that Du Anrao belatedly realized that the card was still in his hand!
Du Desheng found it amusing and patted Du Anrao's head reassuringly: "As the saying goes, one should not refuse a gift from one's elders. Since it has been given to you, just take it. What Grandpa said before was just a joke. This little thing is nothing to their family."

"I know you're joking, but I feel unworthy of it."

“How could you feel ashamed? What you said to them today is worth it. Especially that kid surnamed Fu, if he really is Old Fu’s long-lost grandson, then you are their family’s true benefactor, and they should thank you in any way they can.”

"It's not even close to being a done deal yet, I'm not even sure myself..."

Du Desheng smiled but remained silent. His little girl was good in every way, except that she was a bit too modest.

Based on his understanding of the person in front of him and the recent events, he was pretty sure it was true. His little girl was a person with great fortune. What seemed like a coincidence to her might actually be an arrangement by heaven.
Despite his worries, Du Anrao stopped agonizing over it after Du Desheng had said so, and happily packed his things to see Grandma Qin.

Although the two elderly people have not yet held a wedding ceremony, they went to get their marriage certificate the day after they returned, and are now considered a legally married couple.

Grandma Qin now lives in Du Desheng's old house, the famous No. 9 Jingyu Street.

This house was originally said to be the residence of a prince of a certain dynasty. Later, the prince's line died out, and the house was naturally reclaimed and then given to a prime minister of a certain dynasty.

As times changed and dynasties rose and fell, the people living in the house changed one after another, but without exception, they were all high-ranking officials and nobles.

Therefore, although the house is quite old, it has always been well repaired and maintained.

As soon as Du Anrao and Du Yihan entered the house, they were captivated by the winding corridors and the flowing water. After wandering around for a while, they arrived at the backyard where Grandma Qin lived, having completely forgotten the way they came.

Fortunately, Du Desheng was leading the way, otherwise they would probably be stuck in this courtyard tonight.

Grandma Qin had received the news long ago and guessed that Du Anrao and the others should be back soon, so she went out to wait in the yard.

Du Anrao spotted Grandma Qin from afar, wearing a black cheongsam and a fur-collared coat, standing outside the courtyard. The cheongsam was embroidered with bright red roses on the chest and hem. Despite the vibrant colors and patterns, the old lady looked incredibly dignified and elegant in it.

"Grandma, I'm here! How have you been these past few days? Has Grandpa been taking good care of you? It's so cold outside, why are you waiting for me in the yard? Your hands are all cold."

Du Anrao flew around Grandma Qin like a butterfly, looking her up and down.

Within just a few days, the old lady's complexion had improved considerably, no longer appearing as haggard as before, showing that the old man had taken excellent care of her. "Good, good, Grandma is doing well." Grandma Qin looked indulgently as Du Anrao took off her gloves and put them on hers, asking with a smile, "And you? Was your journey smooth? Did you encounter any trouble? Your great-uncle said he'd take you out for a nice meal tonight, did you like it? Did you eat your fill?"

"I'm full, I'm full. Grandma, look how big my belly is! The restaurant that my great-uncle took us to is said to be run by the descendants of the imperial chefs. Putting everything else aside, the food was really delicious."

Du Anrao, holding Grandma Qin's hand, chuckled foolishly: "It's a pity that Grandpa said you can't eat greasy food while you're still taking medicine, so I only packed a bowl of vegetable and lean meat porridge for you as a midnight snack. It should still be warm in the thermos, so you can eat it while it's hot. When you feel better in a while, I'll take you over to eat something delicious."

Grandma Qin was taken aback when she heard this: "You even packed me a late-night snack?"

"Of course! Our An'an is so thoughtful. When she came back, she was worried that you hadn't had any good food, so she thought of packing some snacks for you. When she heard that you've been taking medicine and recuperating recently, and that you were coming back late, she was afraid that snacks wouldn't be easy to digest, so she simply had someone cook some porridge to bring back. Although it's just vegetable and lean meat porridge, it was cooked by the head chef himself, and it smells a hundred times better than what we cook at home."

"The chef cooked it himself? But isn't that restaurant supposed to not allow takeout? How come..." Grandma Qin was touched but also a little surprised.

She was also present when the Fu family elders came to find Du Desheng.

Considering the purpose of the two people's visit, Grandma Qin and her husband learned more about the family's situation and had heard about the unwritten rules of their restaurant.

This well-established restaurant, with its excellent reputation, made an exception for Du Anrao's bowl of vegetable porridge, even having the head chef personally cook and pack it for her. This shows that what they did tonight must have gone very smoothly.

Seemingly noticing his lover's confusion, Du Desheng smugly said, "There is indeed such a rule, but isn't there always an exception? Our An'an really made me, her great-uncle, proud tonight, even bringing back the only VIP black card from Old Fu's family. From now on, whenever we're craving something delicious, An'an can take us to their restaurant, and we won't have to wait in line!"

As soon as Du Desheng finished speaking, Grandma Qin gave him a helpless glare: "You old man, you're getting worse as you get older. You want to take advantage of the younger generation. Have you no shame?"

Du Desheng, however, was not ashamed at all, but rather proud: "What's wrong with taking advantage of her a little? We're all family. You have no idea how hard it is to get a table at Old Fu's restaurant. No matter when you go, there's always a huge crowd waiting there. I really don't know where these people get so much time. Is it really worth it just for a meal?"

"Now that we have An'an, it will be much easier to eat at their place from now on." Du Desheng suddenly changed the subject. "But your grandma's words are not without reason. How about this, Grandpa will give you a card too."

As Du Desheng spoke, he pulled out a card from somewhere. It was black, just like the one given to him by Madam Fu, and it had the word "VIP" printed on it.

The difference is that this is clearly a bank card.

Du Anrao: "???"

Is today some kind of special day? Why are so many people rushing to give me gift cards?

Du Desheng: "..." Why are you speaking such obvious truths?

Du Yihan: "..." This is no ordinary Versailles.

(End of this chapter)