"Look how heartbroken Jing Qi is. Jie Jingsi, it seems your grandpa didn't dote on her for nothing when he was alive," Qin Mei remarked with a sigh.
The corner of Jie Jingchen's mouth twitched as he chimed in, "No, he certainly didn't."
Grandma was dumbfounded, staring at Qin Mei in utter shock. Qin Mei's outrageous words had completely shattered her worldview.
"Ahem." Grandpa let out a weak cough. He couldn't keep up the act. If he didn't "wake up" soon, they were really going to bury him.
Hearing her husband make a sound, Grandma immediately snapped out of it, but her words were clearly influenced by Qin Mei. "He's alive! He's alive! ...Pah! ...I mean, he's breathing..."
"Grandma, you're just overcome with grief. You're hearing things." After saying this, Qin Mei turned to Jie Jingchen and Mrs. Xie. "Mom, Jie Jingsi, did you two hear anything?"
"No." Mrs. Xie shook her head.
"Nothing," Jie Jingchen said.
The mother and son replied in unison.
