Mommy, don't be afraid, I'll bring you blind boxes and scam you out of a wealthy family to

early morning.

When Xiao Wenli woke up, her first thought was what her grandmother had said yesterday.

Next weekend, Grandma is going to a very, very far away foreign country.

This is terrible! Grandpa and Grandma need to make up first!

[Chirp! New task type - Daily Task - Little Pear, please figure out a way to get Grandpa and Grandma in the same frame for three minutes!]

[Task Reward: Family Affection Buff Progress Unlocked - 30%]

The milk ball blinked.

Does "in the same frame" mean putting grandparents into a small frame?

Although it sounds a bit strange, it doesn't seem that difficult!

"Li Bao is fine!" She didn't even have time to change her clothes, still wearing her nightgown, and hurriedly ran out of the room.

Duan Yuanzhou always dedicates his mornings to reading the newspaper.

With his reading glasses perched on his nose, he focused intently on studying national affairs, barely glancing up when he heard footsteps.

"Grandpa!" the little bundle of joy cried out softly as she rushed over, "Grandma's looking for you!"

Duan Yuanzhou paused in his flipping through the newspaper: "She's looking for me?"

"Mmm-hmm!" The little one nodded vigorously. "Grandma said something's wrong!"

Duan Yuanzhou snorted: "Why don't you come over yourself if you have something to do?"

He said that, but the newspaper had already been put down.

The old man stood up, leaning on his cane: "I want to see what national affairs she can't handle that require me to personally step in."

The little one's eyes lit up: It works!

She quickly led the way, her little mind racing, thinking about what to say when she saw her grandmother.

Just as I reached the stairs, Qin Zhiyuan was about to come downstairs.

One looked up, the other looked down, and their eyes met.

The next second, Qin Zhiyuan said calmly, "Good morning, Lili."

Then he turned back and went straight back to his room.

Duan Yuanzhou: "..."

The old man's face darkened, and he angrily jabbed his cane: "I was worrying for nothing!"

He turned and left.

The little bundle of milk stood there blankly, looking left and right.

Huh...huh?!

This is different from what Li Bao arranged!

[Chirp! Duration of being in the same frame: 17 seconds.]

[We failed, Little Pear, try again!]

The little dumpling looked at the crying face on the system panel, and its eyebrows drooped.

A moment later, she clenched her little fist again: "Try harder, Pear!"

She leaned against the windowsill and saw her grandfather go to the garden to tend to his flowers and plants.

A light bulb lit up on his little head.

Wen Li ran upstairs, calling out repeatedly, "Grandma, Grandma!"

Qin Zhiyuan was tidying up her things in the room when she looked up and saw it was her. Her expression softened: "What's wrong?"

Wen Li put her little hands behind her back, her big eyes sparkling, and seemed a little shy: "Grandpa wants to show Grandma the flowers!"

"Flowers?" Qin Zhiyuan was somewhat surprised.

So, was the reason Lao Duan was about to go upstairs just now?

When you're young, you don't understand romance; when you're old, you suddenly have the leisure and inclination to appreciate it.

Without asking any further questions, she put down what she was holding and said, "Let's go."

Little Wenli was overjoyed; she was sure she could do it this time!

An elderly person and a child walked towards the garden.

The old man was pruning dead branches when he heard a noise. He turned around and saw the grandfather and grandson, and immediately put the scissors aside.

"Hmph, boring." He put his hands behind his back and walked away without looking back.

The old lady remained calm: "Lili, Grandma suddenly remembered that I still have emails to reply to. We'll come to see the flowers again next time."

Then he left too.

Wen Li stood in the middle, watching the two people get further and further away from her, her mouth agape, her jaw practically dropping.

Grandpa passed away, and Grandma passed away too.

Flower...is nobody watching anymore?

[Chirp! Duration of being in the same frame: 29 seconds.]

[Failed again, Little Pear, try again!]

In the garden, a tiny baby was crouching in a corner, hugging its knees, curled up into a very small ball.

Her little face was all scrunched up like a bun.

They can sit at the same table when eating and go out together, but when they meet alone, it's like a cat and a dog, they're about to run away.

Wen Li rubbed her cheeks and sighed, "This is so hard."

—This is a major crisis for my child!

-

afternoon.

After thinking for a long time, Xiao Wenli decided to go and gather information first.

The butler bent down, looking at the little darling of the house with a kind smile: "Young lady, is there something you need?"

The little dumpling looked up, her eyes serious: "Grandpa and Grandma, why aren't you saying anything?"

The butler paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is a secret between the master and mistress."

secret.

Wen Li blinked.

A secret is something that cannot be told.

Although she was a little disappointed, she still nodded obediently: "Thank you, Grandpa Butler."

Unable to get an answer here, she went to another place.

The chef was preparing afternoon tea snacks when he turned around and saw a little girl, barely taller than the kitchen counter, with a tuft of hair sticking up.

He smiled: "Young lady, today's dessert is rose-flavored milk shortbread. Would you like one to start?"

"I want to..." The little girl instinctively reached out her hand, but remembering her purpose, she quickly shook her head. "Uncle, I have a question."

A question mark? The chef paused for a moment, wondering if this meant someone wanted to ask a question.

The little one clung to the edge of the kitchen counter with both hands: "Grandma, don't you like Grandpa?"

The chef waved his hands repeatedly: "How could that be?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh again: "The madam specifically instructed me a couple of days ago that the master has a bad stomach, so we can't always indulge him; the dishes should be made lighter."

Wen Li tilted her head: "Then why aren't they saying anything?"

"Well..." the chef scratched his head, "I arrived late, so I don't know either."

Unsuccessful here, Milk Dumpling continues to explore.

The gardener picked up the scissors the old man had left behind and gave the potted plants a haircut.

Hearing Wen Li's question, he lowered his voice, as if sharing a secret: "The master has been coming here twice a day lately, and then asking, 'When is she coming back today?'"

Wen Li's eyes widened suddenly: "Grandpa misses Grandma!"

The gardener smiled enigmatically: "I dare not say."

He changed his tone, sounding regretful: "But every time Madam's car enters the courtyard, Master immediately goes back to his study."

The milk ball listened blankly.

Why is it that what you think in your heart is completely different from what you do?

How strange, adults.

The gardener patted her head: "Perhaps, all you're missing is a bridge for communication."

Bridges...

Wen Li recalled that her uncle and grandmother had been like this before; they clearly cared about each other, but they just wouldn't say it.

It's okay.

The little milk ball perked up.

What Grandpa and Grandma don't want to say—Li Bao, say it for them!

-

night.

This is usually fruit time, and Wen Li was waiting in the kitchen early. Seeing the maid set out the plates, she quickly stood on tiptoe and asked, "Li Bao, can I take these?"

"Miss, this is heavy, let me do it."

Wen Li pleaded, "Li Bao wants to give this to Grandma and Grandpa."

The young lady has been asking around about the master and mistress all day; all the servants know it.

Of course, they also hoped that the elderly couple would reconcile, and they all knew that the only thing they could do was help their precious child.

"Okay, but please be careful. Call me if you can't lift it, okay?"

The little dumpling hugged the fruit platter, which was bigger than its own face, and ate it with great care and effort.

Qin Zhiyuan was communicating with the person in charge of the foundation when she saw the toddler and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Wait a moment, my little girl is looking for me."

Wenli lifted the large fruit platter with all her might: "Grandma, Grandpa is giving this to you."

Looking into the little girl's expectant eyes, Qin Zhiyuan knew perfectly well that this was not something that stubborn old man would do.

But she didn't say anything, took the fruit plate, and smiled, "Thank you, Lili, and thank you, Grandpa, on behalf of Grandma."

"Mmm!" Wen Li's eyes curved into small crescent moons.

A little while later, she brought over a pot of flower tea and delivered it to Duan Yuanzhou.

"grandfather!"

"Um."

"Grandma thanks Grandpa."

"Thank you?" Duan Yuanzhou frowned. "Thank me for what?"

Little Wenli bit her lip, a little worried that the adults would find out she was "lying": "Thank...thank you for the fruit."

Duan Yuanzhou glanced at the tea, then looked towards the other end of the living room.

Qin Zhiyuan was still on the phone and didn't look this way.

He paused for a moment, then tapped the table: "Okay, leave it there."

After delivering the "package," the little milklings ran to the corner and hid to observe quietly.

Grandma ate fruit, and Grandpa drank tea.

Did they know that this wasn't given by the other party, but rather by Li Bao?

However, no one exposed Li Bao.

Is it true that Grandma really wants to eat the fruit Grandpa cut, and Grandpa really wants to drink the tea Grandma brewed?

Qin Zhiyuan had just finished a long work call when another call came in.

This time, it's a private matter.

She picked up her phone, her expression completely different from the seriousness she had shown when discussing work; it was very gentle: "Qiming?"

—The moment the name was uttered, the entire living room fell silent.

The three siblings, Duan Hetong, Duan Hetong, and Duan Hetong, exchanged a glance.

Duan Yuanzhou's action of pressing the remote control to change the channel also inadvertently stopped.

The volume was turned down, though.

"Yeah, they haven't left yet."

"I remember."

"...Okay, sure, you decide the time."

The call was very brief, lasting no more than two minutes.

Qin Zhiyuan put down her phone and sent a voice message to her subordinates to revise the itinerary.

Duan Shimi was pushed forward by her brother and asked, clearing her throat, "Mom, is it Old Wu?"

"Yes, you want to meet me."

Duan Shimi glanced at Duan Yuanzhou and continued, "Won't we see him at the birthday banquet on Sunday?"

Qin Zhiyuan smiled and said, "I guess I'd like to catch up first. It's been quite a few years since we last met, so let's chat."

Having said all that, Duan Shimi had no other choice.

Duan Yuanzhou, however, took a long time to speak before slowly saying, "This old guy, he's not dead yet?"

The atmosphere was extremely tense. Everyone held their breath.

Qin Zhiyuan finally raised her head.

The once-married couple, separated by decades of marriage, a decade of cold war, and a vast living room, finally met again.

She said calmly, "People who cherish their health and know how to take care of themselves naturally take good care of themselves."

Wen Li sat on her children's sofa and saw that her grandfather's face had darkened.

She was a little worried; was Grandpa angry?

Should we try to comfort Li Bao...?

Eh?

The milk ball blinked belatedly.

Grandpa and Grandma, did you talk just now?