The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class

Chapter 130

In the short time it took to climb a few steps, the elderly couple had already prepared several plans, all well thought out and ready.

"Welcome back, Old Marquis and Madam," the guards at the entrance bowed and greeted them respectfully.

"Good, good, good," Madam replied, her eyes immediately spotting the mother and son waiting in the courtyard.

"Grandmother!!" The little troublemaker, Jin Cheng, dashed over like a fish to water, throwing himself into her arms.

Madam's heart melted, and she quickly hugged him back, saying repeatedly, "Oh, my dear Jin Cheng, my precious grandson, I’ve missed you so much. Let me see if you’ve grown taller?"

Jin ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‍Cheng clung to her, his round little face looking up with a bright smile, "Yes, I’ve grown taller and stronger! Grandmother, I’ve missed you too. I even wrote you a letter a few days ago, but you didn’t reply. I was so sad for days."

"Oh, my dear, I just saw the letter and thought I’d be back soon, so I didn’t reply," Madam said, putting on a serious act. "Those carrier pigeons are truly unreliable. They got lost over such a short distance. I’ll have them replaced with some sharper-eyed ones soon."

"Mm!" Jin Cheng nodded vigorously.

So, Shunzi was right. It was the pigeons that got lost, not that Grandmother didn’t care about him.

Haha, how delightful!

"Jin Cheng, your grandfather is back too. Why aren’t you talking to me?" The Old Marquis began to settle scores.

Despite being the first to read the letter, he hadn’t been mentioned once, which left the Old Marquis feeling quite sour.

Seeing this, Jin Cheng quickly went to soothe him, "I’ve missed you too, Grandfather. It’s just that I haven’t been doing well in my studies recently, so I was too embarrassed to talk to you about it."

"Not doing well?" The Old Marquis was surprised. "I heard you took the ten-year-old exam and got a decent ranking. Isn’t that good enough?"

"Of course not! Grandfather, just wait until next month. I’ll take the Child Prodigy Class test and get into the class for geniuses!"

"Good, good, what ambition! You’re truly the treasure of our Yangyuan Marquis Manor," the Old Marquis said, thoroughly pleased, praising his precious grandson.

Meanwhile, Xu Wan, dressed elegantly in a green gown, stepped forward and curtsied, "Greetings, Father-in-law, Mother-in-law."

The more Madam looked at her, the more satisfied she became. She smiled and took Xu Wan’s arm, saying, "Dear Wan, these past few months, the entire household has relied on you. It must have been quite exhausting."

Xu Wan’s curiosity was piqued.

But Madam quickly steered the conversation elsewhere. Five months was a long time, and they could talk about Jin Cheng’s growth until nightfall.

At that moment, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed from outside, unmistakably a child running.

Xu Wan stood up, "That must be Wenxiu returning."

Jin Cheng also stopped talking to the Old Marquis and dashed out to greet his brother.

The Old Marquis remarked, "Jin Cheng seems to get along well with Wenxiu now."

Xu Wan smiled, "After all, they’re cousins by blood. Naturally, their bond is closer than with others."

At her words, neither the Old Marquis nor Madam responded. They simply smiled and sipped their tea.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Xu Wan, who had been about to leave, sat back down.

"Mother-in-law, please try this seven-flavored cake. Jin Cheng quite likes it," Xu Wan tactfully changed the subject.

"Good, good," Madam said, taking a bite of the cake. It was a bit dry, so she reached for her tea again.

Outside, Jin Cheng’s excited voice rang out, "Grandmother, Grandmother, my brother is back! He’s amazing! He’s now a student in the Child Prodigy Class! He’s a genius!!"

Zong Wenxiu was dragged in by his younger brother, his face still glistening with sweat from rushing in. Overjoyed to see his grandparents after so long, his face radiated a bright, cheerful smile.

"Greetings, Grandfather, Grandmother," he called out with a smile.

The Old Marquis looked up and froze, as if turned to stone.

Madam gazed at the ten-year-old boy. The sunlight streaming in from behind illuminated his profile. The once shy and fearful child had transformed into a confident, vibrant young boy, his smile radiating pure joy. He looked so much like the carefree young man from her memories, the one who always surrounded her, saying, "I love you most, Mother."

"Yan’er..."

*Crash—* The teacup fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. Tears streamed down Madam’s face.