The Beautiful Time With You

Chapter 85: Couldn’t Help But Snap a Photo

Translator: StarveCleric Editor: Milkbiscuit

Believing Grandpa Lin’s explanation, Shi Yao politely told him to take care of himself. But before she could finish her sentence, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the ward.

The wise Auntie Sun, who had chosen to remain silent right from the start in order to avoid being implicated in the conflict, walked over to the door while remarking with a puzzled tone, “The doctors have just made their rounds, so who could be visiting at this hour?”

Opening the door, Auntie Sun took a look at the visitor and exclaimed in astonishment, “Miss Liang, you’re here!”

Miss Liang?

Isn’t that Liang Mumu?

Shi Yao turned around to look in the direction of the door.

Standing at the doorstep was a young lady wearing a light yellow dress, carrying many bags of differing sizes in her hands—Liang Mumu. With a charming smile, she politely greeted Auntie Sun, “Auntie Sun, it’s nice to see you again. I’m here to visit Grandpa Lin.”

Auntie Sun stepped away from the door to make some space before gesturing inward, “Miss Liang, please come in.”

Seeing Liang Mumu, Shi Yao stood up and called out, “Mumu…”

In this short moment that Shi Yao was distracted, Grandpa Lin didn’t neglect to use this opportunity to direct a warning glare toward Lin Jiage.

On the other hand, upon hearing Shi Yao’s voice, Liang Mumu quickly turned her gaze over. When she finally caught sight of Shi Yao, the smile on her face grew even more radiant, “What a coincidence, Yaoyao! You’re here to visit Grandpa Lin too?”

Then, without waiting for Shi Yao’s response, Liang Mumu turned her eyes to Lin Jiage and greeted gracefully, “Brother Jia, you’re here as well…”

Paying no heed to the nasty glare his grandfather shot at him, Lin Jiage directed a slight nod toward Liang Mumu, not saying a word.

Liang Mumu was also used to Lin Jiage’s cold responses, so she didn’t take it to heart. She quickly turned her attention back to Grandpa Lin and said, “Grandpa Lin, I heard from Yaoyao not too long ago that you were sick, and I’ve been wanting to visit you for a long time now. But, I’ve been really busy recently and couldn’t find the time for it until now. It sure is a coincidence, bumping into Brother Jia and Yaoyao here too today…”

As she spoke, Liang Mumu raised up the various bags in her hands to gesture to them, “… these are the tonics I have specially selected and bought for you from the supermarket.”

From the moment Liang Mumu began speaking, Grandpa Lin had already retracted his glare from Lin Jiage. He waited patiently for Liang Mumu to finish her words before replying with an amiable smile, “Mumu really is becoming more and more mature.”

“Grandpa Lin, it’s only right for me to do so. You doted on me when I was a kid, so the least I can do is to visit you when you’re sick,” Liang Mumu replied before passing the tonics to Auntie Sun one by one while explaining to her how and when the tonics were best consumed.

…

Liang Mumu’s arrival brought some liveliness to the ward.

She had always been a sweet talker, so it didn’t take long for her to coax a jolly smile out of Grandpa Lin.

In contrast, Shi Yao found herself unable to participate in their conversation at all.

Eventually, she decided to simply sit quietly on her seat and enjoy munching on an apple which Auntie Sun had washed for her earlier.

On the other hand, Lin Jiage was leaning by the windows, his gaze lowered over his phone. He exuded an aura of nonchalance which seemed to distance him from whatever that was happening in the room.

From time to time, Liang Mumu would direct the conversation in his direction, and sometimes, he would respond with a slight nod, and on others, he would remain completely silent, as if not hearing a thing at all.

Lin Jiage had forgotten to charge his phone before heading off to class, so after a short moment of scrolling through Weibo 1 , a notification popped up, informing him that his battery was running low. Thus, he switched off the screen and slipped his phone into his pocket.