The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband - Chapter 515
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Chapter 515: Chapter 515: Enquiring Warmly Every Day – Part 1
After changing her shoes and coming in, she said, “My dad just had a kidney transplant surgery, and now he is still in the intensive care unit. Grandma Shen, I came back to get something, I have to leave tonight.”
Seeing her haggard appearance, old Mrs. Shen asked, “Have you had dinner yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Stay here, I’ll have someone make something for you to eat.”
Mrs. Shen lives alone, but she has several maids taking care of her. She called out to a cook and brought some nuts and fruits to the living room, telling her to fill her stomach first.
“Thank you, Grandma Shen.”
Ye Xingguang was completely unceremonious, just like at home. While eating, she told Mrs. Shen about her father’s condition, “By the way, it was Li Yu who performed the surgery on my dad. I don’t know where this guy learned his medical skills, but the doctors in the hospital regard him as a magician in the field of medicine. I returned with him.”
“Li Yu is back too? He hasn’t been back for several years.”
“I suspect Uncle Li is going to kill him, I’ll go save him once I’m done eating.”
Old Mrs. Shen laughed, looked at the time, and said, “Don’t leave tonight, stay at home. I’m worried about you, it’s not safe for a girl to be out late at night.”
But Ye Xingguang was eager to return, “Grandma, my boyfriend is ill. He’s waiting for the medicine I’m bringing back. I can’t wait.”
The sweetness of being in love was evident on her face.
“By the way, Grandma Shen, I saw the old man in this photo on your wall in the capital. He always asks where you are. To win me over, he bought several of my songs and said he’s going to make me a star. He probably wanted to bribe me, just look how many messages he’s sent me in the past two months. Almost one a day, taking the time to send his regards…”
Ye Xingguang took out her phone and opened the WeChat conversation she had with old Mr. Gu.
Mr. Gu, a respected figure in the music industry, indeed sent her a WeChat message every day persistently:
For instance: Little Xingguang, the temperature has dropped today. Could you mention this to your piano teacher and remind her to keep warm?
For instance: Little Xingguang, the humidity has been high lately. Your piano teacher has a chronic case of rheumatism. I have a great plaster here, could you give me her address so I can send her some?
For instance: Little Xingguang, your teacher is turning sixty-three next month. I bought her a dress. Could you give me an address to send it to her?
Ye Xingguang looked at the chat history and chuckled, “Mr. Gu is always trying to get your address from me. Should I give it to him?”
Old Mrs. Shen snorted, “Don’t bother with him.”
Ye Xingguang giggled quietly, “I don’t want to bother with him, but he doesn’t give up and sends me messages every day. And now we have a working relationship. It wouldn’t be right if I completely ignored him. He polished each piece of music I composed, found the best lyricists and singers. Our album is about to be released.”
Mr. Gu included all of her music in Ling Han’s new album. She hoped that Ling Han would outshine Xia Yanyan in the music industry. She had heard all the new songs in advance and had a feeling that they would definitely become hits.
Old Mrs. Shen was happy for her, but upon thinking of the smooth-talking Mr. Gu harassing Xingguang, her face immediately darkened.
Ye Xingguang noted that there was still a picture of Mr. Gu hanging on Grandma Shen’s wall, indicating that there must still be some affection left. “Grandma Shen, should I give him the address of the island?”