First Clear (II)

Stepping out of the car, the sunlight was a bit harsh, and Grandma couldn't help but raise her hand to shield her eyes.

"This weather is really strange. It snowed yesterday, and today it's sunny, with hardly any clouds," Grandma said, brushing off Mo Xuan's attempt to support her. "I'm fine, just a few steps. Grandma's still full of energy."

Mo Xuan's hand paused for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Then you'll cook lunch for me, Grandma. It's been so long since I've had your cooking."

Grandma shot him a look and chuckled without responding. Entering the civil affairs office, they saw the driver helping Grandpa Mo, with Mo Qingqing following beside them.

Perhaps due to the recent troubles at Mo Corporation, Mo Qingqing, despite her exquisite makeup, couldn't hide her fatigue. When she saw Mo Xuan, she greeted him warmly, then walked over to Grandma to ask, "Grandma, are you feeling better?"

"Can't you tell? Why ask me?" Grandma replied indifferently.

Mo Qingqing didn't get upset; instead, she tried to support Grandma, but the old lady dodged slightly, smiling, "No need to trouble the Mo CEO."

Mo Qingqing remained unfazed, her tone still gentle, "Alright, then I'll go get a number and wait in line."

The civil affairs office wasn't too crowded, with people coming for marriages and divorces, some happy, some sad.

The two elderly sat down in an empty spot, facing each other but saying nothing. After a long while, Grandpa Mo said to the driver behind him, "You go wait in the car."

Then, he turned to look at Mo Xuan, his gaze still filled with undisguised disgust, his tone firm, "Your Grandma and I have things to discuss. You should leave."

Mo Xuan didn't respond, only glancing at Grandma, who shook her head, "He's not a stranger. What can't he hear?"

But Grandpa Mo clearly didn't think so. He became irritable and ordered the driver, "Go, take him outside to wait!"

The driver didn't move, not even daring to speak. Pull Mo Xuan? Who do you think I am? Even eight bodyguards couldn't handle him.

Grandpa Mo seemed to recall past events, his expression turning sour. When he looked back at Mo Xuan, who had his hands in the pockets of his down jacket and was watching him calmly, he felt even more stifled.

In some ways, even he had to admit that this youngest grandson of his was truly a remarkable talent. But the more so, the more irritable and displeased he became.

Seeing that Mo Xuan had no intention of leaving, Grandpa Mo stopped speaking, his head lowered, lost in thought.

As for Grandma, she just held her bag, her gaze calm, looking past her husband out the window.

Mo Xuan thought Grandma would argue with Grandpa Mo, confront him, and voice all the grievances of raising him alone all these years.

Not just him, but Mo Qingqing and even Grandpa Mo thought the same.

But Grandma said nothing. From waiting to receiving the divorce certificate, she remained composed.

(The 30-day cooling-off period has been skipped for plot purposes...)

Several times, Grandpa Mo wanted to speak, but seeing Grandma's calm expression, he swallowed his words.

The old marriage certificate was replaced with a new divorce certificate. Grandma accepted it with both hands, opened it, and smiled faintly.

"Old man, I'll be going first," Grandma said, as if bidding farewell to an old friend, her tone light. "Qingqing, Grandma's leaving first."

Mo Qingqing was taken aback, unsure how to react to Grandma's sudden change. Grandpa Mo held the divorce certificate, his eyes fixed on Grandma, as if searching for something.

But Grandma just put the certificate in her bag and left, with Mo Xuan silently following behind her.

When they reached the car outside the civil affairs office, Mo Xuan couldn't hold back and asked, "Grandma, is there nothing you want to say to him?"

"No," Grandma replied.

She sighed, looked back, and saw Grandpa Mo standing at the door, watching their direction.

Grandma showed no lingering attachment, turned, and got into the car, not even glancing at her former husband again.

On the way home, Grandma remained quiet, just gazing out the window. Mo Xuan's unease grew stronger, even considering taking Grandma to the hospital for a check-up.

"Xuan, drive faster. I'm a bit tired," Grandma suddenly said. "Don't take any detours, just head home..."

Meanwhile, Grandpa Mo still stood at the entrance of the civil affairs office, his old hands tightly clutching the divorce certificate, his thoughts unclear. Mo Qingqing was annoyed; she had a lot of work to do and didn't have time to stand here and let him catch a cold.

"Let's go back," Grandpa Mo said, putting away the divorce certificate and slowly descending the steps. His back looked somewhat lonely, but in Mo Qingqing's eyes, it was merely hypocritical.

Don't tell me you're regretting it now; that would be too disgusting.

"Take Grandpa home," Mo Qingqing ordered the driver. Compared to accompanying an elderly man who had just divorced, company matters were more important. After giving the order, she didn't say anything more to her grandfather and walked away in another direction...

Mo Xuan finally took Grandma home. As soon as they entered, Grandma went straight to the bedroom, arranging her pillow and quilt as if preparing for a midday nap.

After doing this, she looked back at Mo Xuan, who was standing at the door with red eyes, and smiled, "When I wake up, the meal will be ready, right?"

"Yes, it will be ready when you wake up," Mo Xuan replied, not knowing how forced his smile looked, tears streaming down his face. "Grandma, you... you..."

His throat felt blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Grandma looked at her grandson one last time, feeling no more worries. Although it was a bit absurd, there were still children, and two outstanding girls who liked him.

What else was there to worry about? It seemed there wasn't...

"Oh, right, Xuan, this is for you," Grandma suddenly remembered, taking out a notebook from the drawer by the bed. "I wrote this before leaving the hospital. I didn't plan to tell you, but now it doesn't seem important..."

Mo Xuan reached out to take it, but as his fingers touched the notebook, Grandma's hand suddenly fell limply...

In the Luo Corporation Building, Luo Shiya, who was reviewing documents, felt her phone vibrate. When she saw the message, her eyes froze, her hand holding the document motionless, as if time had stopped.

The message on her phone screen was from Mo Xuan:

"My Grandma has passed away..."

Although she was also sad, Luo Shiya felt an inexplicable joy at this moment!

"Grandma, don't worry..." Luo Shiya opened a box and gently touched the two ceramic dolls. "I'll take good care of Xuan..."

"This way, Xuan will be even more helpless, more dependent on me and Muqi, right?"

"Xuan must be very sad, right? I must, I must go to his side..."

"From now on, he'll only have us..."

Luo Shiya didn't want to smile, but thinking about how Mo Xuan would have no other family to rely on, that twisted smile still appeared on her face.

"Oh, Xuan definitely won't want to see the Mo family. Don't worry, Xuan, only we'll be there for Grandma's funeral..."

As Luo Shiya muttered to herself, her fingers trembled as she sent a message to Sister Hui...