Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

"How could I, an old woman of my age, mistreat her? What's there to worry about?" Grandma Jin said irritably.

Jins shook his head and leaned closer to Nan Zhi: "Grandma, with me watching over Zhizhi, you can go back to your room and take a nap."

Grandma Jin glanced sideways at her clingy grandson, feeling utterly helpless: "With you around, I'm even more worried."

She originally planned to bring Nan Zhi to Jinlong Bay to separate the two of them for a while, so she could ask Nan Zhi if she liked Si Nian.

If you truly miss someone, you can't fake it.

But Kings didn't give Nan Zhi any spare time, making countless trips back and forth every day, wishing he could stay by her side at all times.

In that case, it would be better to send him back to the company to handle his business.

A wave of weariness washed over them, and Changxi stepped forward to help the old lady back to her bedroom to rest, leaving only the two of them in the pavilion.

Jin Si Nian's gaze fell on Nan Zhi's hands as she threaded the needle with silk thread. He frowned, reached out and took the needle and thread from her, skillfully threading the needle with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice, "Grandma, did you mention my father to you just now?"

Nan Zhi stiffened slightly, her fingers tightening unconsciously around the silk thread, and she whispered, "Mm."

Should she have refrained from asking?

Jin Si Nian lowered his eyes to look at the tiny needle mark, his tone soft and tinged with melancholy: "Zhi Zhi, whenever anyone mentions my father, Grandma always gets sad and cries. For so many years, everyone in the family has tacitly avoided this topic."

"I...I understand." Nan Zhi nodded hastily and quickly promised, "I won't ask again or mention Uncle Jin in front of Grandma."

Jin Si Nian reached out and took her tense little hand, gently comforting her, "Don't be so nervous."

"I'm just explaining the reason to you. Your father's passing is a hurdle that your grandmother can't overcome, which is why everyone keeps quiet about it. It's not that we're deliberately hiding it from you."

"Yes, I understand." Nan Zhi nodded gently.

Jin Si Nian narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed inwardly. The knot between the two could only be untied slowly; it couldn't be rushed.

He changed the subject: "Why did you suddenly take out your needle and thread to do some work?"

Grandma said she wants to embroider a tiger-head hat for the baby in her belly.

Jin Si Nian handed the threaded needle back to her, raising an eyebrow and asking, "You know how to embroider?"

Nan Zhi shook her head, her gaze falling on the exquisite pattern on the table, and honestly said, "No, I can't. I can't embroider a complete tiger head. I can only sew simple edging."

Grandma said that when you and your older brother Siwen were born, you both wore tiger-head hats.

"Yes, I did it when I was little," Jin Si Nian replied, quietly watching her fingers manipulate the fabric with practiced ease. A layer of heartache slowly welled up in his eyes as he softly asked, "Zhi Zhi, did you often do needlework before?"

It's said that children from poor families mature early. Did Zhizhi suffer a lot in the past?

Nan Zhi nodded softly, her words still halting: "Grandma's eyesight is poor, and she can't see the stitches when her clothes are torn, so I'm the one who mends them for her."

"Just keep watching, and you'll naturally learn it."

Jin Si Nian's heart clenched. He gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips, his voice low and tender: "Didn't your grandmother treat you well?"

Nan Zhi quickly shook her head gently, a warm and gentle smile spreading across her eyes. Her earlier awkwardness faded, and she spoke softly, "N-no, Grandma is very good to me."

"It's because she can't bear to buy herself new clothes; she's been frugal her whole life."

She clutched the soft fabric in her fingertips, softly recounting the tenderest longing in her heart, her voice light yet tinged with sorrow: "Grandma always said that she had one foot in the ground, so it didn't matter what she wore."

My grandmother had saved over 100,000 yuan in retirement savings, and she had long ago agreed to leave it all to my daughter as her dowry.

The elegant little courtyard where she lived alone was entirely in Nan Zhi's name on the property certificate.

Fearing that she would be alone and helpless in the future, her grandmother thought of many things for her.

"She said that old clothes can still be worn after washing and mending." Nan Zhi's eyes slowly dimmed, shrouded in a layer of melancholy, and her nose tingled slightly.

Jin Si Nian felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart. He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms, tenderly holding her shoulders. His voice was deep and gentle as he asked, "Has our grandmother retired yet?"

"I'll have someone bring my grandmother over in a couple of days so we can stay with her and take care of her."

Nan Zhi raised her hand and quietly wiped away the wet tears that were about to fall from the corner of her eyes, and replied softly, "I retired a long time ago, and I usually spend my days planting flowers and plants in the courtyard."

She wanted to go back and see her grandmother.

But she didn't dare go back, didn't dare see her grandmother.

Grandma always thought she came to live a better life, go to university, and reunite with her parents. She never imagined that she was bought by her biological parents, got married, and had children.

I didn't get to go to university; my acceptance letter was burned.

Grandma would be very disappointed to see her like this!

In the midst of turbulent emotions, the force of her fingertips went astray, and the thin needle suddenly veered off course, piercing Nan Zhi's delicate fingertip, from which a drop of bright red blood instantly oozed.

"Hiss—" A soft moan of pain escaped her lips.

Jin Si Nian's eyes narrowed suddenly. He instantly grabbed her injured little hand, lowered his head without saying a word, and gently sucked away the blood from her bleeding fingertips. His movements were gentle and earnest.

The warm touch, accompanied by a faint breath, enveloped her fingertips. Nan Zhi's ears turned bright red, her whole body stiffened slightly, a fine itch rose in her fingertips, and her heart pounded with panic and weakness.

He was licking her wound...

I feel a little ashamed

After a moment, he released her fingers, his brows furrowed, and his tone was filled with concern and reproach: "How could you be so careless?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he snatched the cloth and silver needles from her hands without saying a word, his tone firm and forceful: "You are not allowed to touch needles and thread from now on."

"Sigh, it's not finished yet," Nan Zhi whispered, trying to persuade her to stay.

"I'll do it."

Jin Si Nian held a fine needle in one hand, his large, well-defined hand gripping the soft fabric of his tiger-head hat. He was tall and dignified, exuding a cool and aloof aura, yet he was holding a tiny embroidery needle, which was both incongruous and comical.

Nan Zhi reached for the needle and thread, but Jin Si Nian placed a full plate of sliced ​​fresh fruit into her arms and reassured her in a deep voice, "You can just sit and watch, and give me verbal instructions."

"You forgot?"

"The little duck you're wearing around your neck was carved by me. It's just needlework, nothing can stump me."

He lowered his eyes and clumsily began to sew along the lines of the blueprint, the stitches crooked and rough.

Nan Zhi frowned slightly as she watched quietly, then subconsciously raised her hand to gently touch her pregnant belly, her heart filled with helplessness and worry.

Well, these are tiger-head hats for the two babies, hand-embroidered by their father, a unique and profound expression of his love.

Jin Si Nian caught a glimpse of her furrowed brow and worried expression out of the corner of his eye. He reached out and gently poked her brow, his voice lazy and gentle: "Don't frown."

"You always have such a sullen and unhappy face. What if our baby is born and follows your example, always looking miserable?"

Nan Zhi subconsciously smoothed her brow and retorted softly, "Well, that's still better than you, you always getting angry."

The large hand holding the silver needles suddenly paused. Jin Si Nian looked up at her, his gaze calm as he asked, "Was my temper really that bad before?"

Nan Zhi's heart tightened instantly at those words. She realized she had spoken carelessly and made a mistake. She hurriedly shook her head and stammered, "No, no, I misspoke."

"Really not?" The man stared intently at her, not letting her expression slip by.

"Mmm." Nan Zhi nodded obediently.

Jin Si Nian put down his needlework, reached out and firmly held her warm little hand, his tone softening, devoid of any forcefulness, and said gently and honestly, "Zhi Zhi doesn't need to lie."

"We are now a legally married couple, not the kind of relationship we had before."

"I'll listen to everything you say, and I'll behave myself in the future."

Actually, he doesn't have a bad temper; it comes and goes quickly.

They come several times a day and hold grudges.

Jingzhi is a case in point.

"Child, you should change your ways too," Kings said in a young voice.