Madam Ruan was the first to react. She reached out to touch her son's forehead to see if he had a fever and was talking nonsense.
"Jianjian, are you feeling unwell somewhere? How could you possibly have killed your grandfather?"
"Mother, listen carefully, grandfather took my woman, he deserved to die."
"Your woman?"
"Yes, Cui Hua and I met in town. We were in love and deeply connected. If it weren't for her reluctance to leave her seriously ill father, we would have married long ago."
Madam Ruan turned to look at the panicked woman beside her, crying as she said, "Jianjian, are you crazy? She was the concubine your grandfather married."
Mo Hengjian replied with a question instead: "Mother, do you remember a year ago, when I came back from the private school and asked you to call a matchmaker to propose to a family in town?"
Madam Ruan thought for a moment: "Yes, that did happen."
