Lan Shu didn't remember the old madam. Standing at the door, listening to their conversation, she knew she had met Old Madam Qing before.
"Poor girl."
Old Madam Qing released their hands and shuffled towards Lan Shu, taking her hand. "Yaoyao, why are you looking at me like this? Have you forgotten this old woman?"
Facing Old Madam Qing, Lan Shu felt a complete sense of unfamiliarity. She cast a pleading look at Meng Jingwei, who nodded slightly.
She pursed her lips and smiled, "Hello, Grandma, I..."
"Mother, Yaoyao has amnesia," Qing Sihui suddenly explained.
Old Madam Qing was stunned. "How could she have amnesia again? What has she been through all these years, poor child."
Her wrinkled hand touched Lan Shu's cheek, her cloudy eyes filled with heartache.
She knew about the past between Qing Sihui and Lan Shu. However, due to her old age, she was no longer capable of many things and was no match for Qing Sihui, unable to influence his every word and action.
In this regard, Old Madam Qing naturally felt she had failed Lan Shu.
"It's okay, Grandma, I'm fine. Don't worry," Lan Shu smiled, subtly withdrawing her hand.
Regardless, Lan Shu was not accustomed to being approached by others.
Even though the old madam before her was kind and amiable, with a benevolent smile, she couldn't accept it.
"Mother, don't worry. I will stay with Yaoyao from now on and help her regain her memories," Qing Sihui said with a gentle, effortless smile.
Hearing Qing Sihui's words, everyone's expressions darkened.
Meng Jingwei wished she could turn around and give Qing Sihui a good beating, but considering Old Madam Qing was present, she didn't say anything.
"Grandma, Ah Ye and I are picking you up to spend the New Year at my place," she walked up to Old Madam Qing and took her hand. "Do you have anything else to pack? I'll have Ah Ye help you pack, and we can leave now."
"Okay, okay, okay."
Old Madam Qing agreed readily, eager to leave the old house with Meng Jingwei immediately.
At this moment, Qing Sihui spoke, "I put aside my company matters today to specifically accompany Mother. The kitchen is already preparing ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner. Is it not appropriate for you to take Mother away now?"
Although Qing Sihui knew he couldn't stop Old Madam Qing, he also didn't want Qing Muye to have an easy time.
"What's appropriate or not."
Meng Jingwei glared at Qing Sihui. "Grandma's legs are her own. She can go wherever she wants. What, are you planning to imprison Grandma?"
"Hehehe, Jingwei girl still has her fiery temper as always," Qing Sihui shrugged. "What I mean is, you have both invited Mother, it wouldn't look good if I'm not included."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Lan Shu again. "Besides, Yaoyao is with you, and I want to join in the fun."
Meng Jingwei: You're not joining in the fun, you're being shameless!
She cursed Qing Sihui silently in her heart.
Qing Muye said to Meng Jingwei, "Ah Wei, Lan Shu, you two take Grandma to the car first."
"Mm."
Meng Jingwei responded, and supporting Old Madam Qing, she left with Lan Shu.
After they walked out of the courtyard, Qing Muye walked directly into the living room, planning to pack some of the old madam's belongings to have her stay at Yu Jing Villa for a while.
"I heard your Zhuo Rui Technology is on the verge of collapse," Qing Sihui shifted his body to face Qing Muye. "Regardless, I am your seventh uncle. If you can't make it one day, come to your Uncle's Song Yu Group, and I can arrange a position for you, guarantee you won't starve."