Chapter 773
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Be it her eyebrows, eyes, nose, or mouth, the Mu Wanrou before him was nothing like the Qingcheng in his memory.
"Grandpa, what are you looking at?" Mu Wanrou could not help touching her face, thinking that there was something strange on it.
He answered truthfully, "I'm just looking to see if there are any similarities between you and your mother."
Mu Wanrou was startled. Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly forced a smile. "Don't we look alike? How can that be? When I was young, everyone said that I look like my mother. "
"You don't."
He slowly closed his eyes. Mu Qingcheng's face and voice appeared clearly in his mind.
Whether it was her features or her voice, even after twenty years, he still had a deep impression of her.
Mu Qingcheng was the most indelible joy in his memory, but also the most indelible pain.
Her death was a huge blow to him. He was unable to recover from the setback and was bedridden for a long time, unable to recover from the pain of losing his beloved daughter.
The smile on Mu Wanrou's face stiffened. "Grandpa, do you still remember how my mother looks like?"
"Of course, I remember. I can't forget her face and voice."
Mu Sheng sighed.
Outside, a servant gently knocked on the door. "Master, the medicine is ready."
Mu Wanrou raised her voice at once. "Come in!"
As soon as she said that, the servant entered the study with the medicinal soup.
He turned his face away and said, "Take the medicine away; it smells awful."
The servant smiled stiffly and respectfully said, "Master, this medicine can't be stopped. Drink it …"
"I told you to take it away; didn't you hear me?!" He suddenly slammed the table in a fit of rage. His voice shook the entire study room.
The servant was so frightened that her legs almost gave way and she knelt down.
Mu Wanrou said, "Alright, you can leave."
"Young madam, that medicine …"
"Alright, I'll persuade grandpa to drink it. You can leave first lest he gets angry." Mu Wanrou waved her hand.
The servant respectfully retreated and closed the door.
Mu Sheng turned his head to look out of the window, but his eyes gradually became empty. "Wanrou, take the medicine away; I'm not drinking it."
"Grandpa, you're throwing a tantrum again. Although this medicine smells bitter, it is good medicine that tastes bitter and cures illness. Drinking it will be good for your body. "Mu Wanrou walked to his side and gently placed her hand on the back of his hand, patiently consoling him.
The old man stubbornly retorted, "What's in it for me? How many years had he been drinking this medicine, yet his body was still like this? It couldn't be cured. Let it be. "
Mu Wanrou laughed helplessly and said a few words of coaxing, "How can you say that? Grandpa, this medicine is good for your body after all. Let me feed you, okay? "
Mu Sheng looked out of the window. He did not say anything, but he did not reject her, either.
Mu Wanrou then stood up and walked behind him. While he was looking out of the window, she secretly took out a small packet of kraft paper from her pocket.
She carefully tore a small hole in the kraft paper and gently sprinkled the white powder into the medicine bowl.
She stirred it evenly with a spoon. It was colorless and tasteless.
Mu Lianjue's words echoed in her ears. "Don't be fooled by that old man's deteriorating body. I'm afraid he doesn't have many years left to live. Still, whether this old thing is dead or alive, he still holds the power in his hands. With him around, the Mu family's morale is unstable. Only by getting rid of him can I carry out my grand plan. "
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