"Axuan has been adrift since childhood; we owe her much, and certainly don't wish to coerce her into a dilemma,"
At this point, Old Man Yan glared at him with annoyance and snorted coldly, "Besides, she's carrying your flesh and blood in her womb."
"Yu Longshou might not care about his own grandson, but I cannot bear to see my granddaughter mistreated. As long as you treat Axuan well, the Yan Family will not interfere in your affairs."
Old Man Yan's words were tantamount to a promise to him.
It wasn't until then that Yu Chiyin finally let go of the hostility in his heart, sighed in relief, and said with a softened expression, "Grandfather, thank you."
This time, he called out with genuine sincerity, which was far more pleasant to the ear than the stiff "Grandfather" he had mustered earlier.
He had been worried ever since he saw Lu Fengxuan's eyes red and swollen, constantly concerned that Old Master Yan might also force the lovers apart.
