Have Mercy

Old Master Su clutched his chest and sighed repeatedly. "So now that you've found someone you like, this old grandfather doesn't matter anymore. Oh, woe is me, poor old man!"

"Even my own granddaughter doesn’t care about me. What’s the point of living?"

Su Hua paid no attention to Old Master Su’s melodramatic act.

Her gaze was cold as she watched the old man’s performance.

The butler shook his head.

In his eyes, everything the master did was futile in front of the young mistress. Why couldn’t the old man realize that?

Old Master Su stole a glance at Su Hua from the corner of his eye.

Seeing her indifferent expression, he thought, "..."

This was even more heartbreaking.

He had gone to such lengths to play the pitiful old man, yet she showed no concern for him at all...

No, he couldn’t give up.

He still had to find a way to make Hua’er and Little Xuan have a baby soon. That way, he could hold a soft, adorable great-granddaughter in his arms.

His great-granddaughter definitely wouldn’t be as cold as Hua’er.

Just imagining her sweetly calling him "Great-Grandpa" and showering him with affection made his heart melt.

Su Hua turned to the family doctor. "Are you sure Grandfather is alright?"

Old Master Su shot the doctor a warning look.

The doctor stiffened under his gaze and lowered his head. "Rest assured, Miss Su. Old Master Su is fine. He just skipped breakfast and only ate a little at lunch, so his blood sugar dropped, causing him to faint."

Old Master Su huffed. "See? I told you I’m fine. If I were really sick, would I look this healthy? You’re all just worrying over nothing."

The butler smiled. "Master, it’s been a while since you last saw the young mistress. Isn’t it nice to have her here now?"

"True," Old Master Su nodded.

Hearing that her grandfather was fine, Su Hua’s furrowed brows relaxed.

Normally, if she knew Old Master Su was in good health, she would have already left to find Lin Xuan.

But since Lin Xuan was coming over, she stayed at the old mansion.

Old Master Su noticed that Su Hua wasn’t in a hurry to leave. Instead, she sat quietly on the sofa.

He was pleased.

It seemed his granddaughter was just cold on the outside but warm on the inside. She pretended to be indifferent, but deep down, she still cared about him.

"See? Hua’er still remembers her old grandfather," Old Master Su said with a grin.

The butler thought for a moment. "Master, if I recall correctly, Young Master Lin is also coming. Do you think the young mistress might be staying to wait for him?"

Old Master Su’s face fell. He glared at the butler. "Must you ruin the moment? Do you want me to fire you?"

The butler chuckled. "Firing me would be perfect. I’m getting old too—it’s about time I retire."

"You—!"

Old Master Su’s beard bristled with indignation. "Rebellion! Absolute rebellion!"

The butler remained unbothered, still smiling.

He and Old Master Su had grown up together. More than an employer, the old man was his friend.

This was just how they interacted.

Su Hua kept her eyes on her phone the entire time.

"Hua’er," Old Master Su spoke up again, "Little Shen is back today. You two should find some time to catch up."

"Who...?" Su Hua looked up.

Old Master Su sighed. "You forgot? He even saved you once. Recently, he’s been managing Su Corporation’s overseas operations."

Su Hua frowned.

Oh, it was him.

They had some work-related interactions, but they were mostly online. During meetings, he would appear on screen.

But she had never paid much attention to him, treating him like any other employee under her.

Old Master Su’s voice was laced with exasperation. "Child, you two met when you were young, and again as adults. He saved your life, and you even work together. How could you forget him?"

Before Little Xuan came along, he had hoped to matchmake Hua’er and Little Shen.

After all, Little Shen had loved her for years, waited for her all this time, and worked tirelessly for Su Corporation.

He was capable and devoted to Hua’er.

They would have made a good match.

If Hua’er had married him, she would have been happy.

But now it was clear—his granddaughter wasn’t just indifferent to the man, she had completely forgotten about him.

Thank goodness Little Xuan appeared.

Otherwise, his granddaughter might have ended up alone forever.

Su Hua replied impassively, "Why should I remember him?"

Old Master Su choked.

"Fine, fine. No reason at all," he relented.

Silence lingered.

"So..." Old Master Su rubbed his hands together. "How are things between you and Little Xuan?"

"Good. Always good," Su Hua answered, her expression softening at the mention of Lin Xuan.

"That’s good to hear," Old Master Su nodded with a smile.

There was no denying it—the moment Hua’er talked about Little Xuan, her whole face lit up.

"So... when do you two plan on having children?" Old Master Su couldn’t help but ask.

Su Hua’s brows knitted. "We’ll let nature take its course. Besides, Xuan and I are still young. There’s no rush."

Old Master Su could tell his granddaughter was resistant to the idea.

He cut straight to the point. "Hua’er, why do I get the feeling you don’t like children?"

Su Hua answered bluntly, "I don’t want anyone intruding on our time together."

Old Master Su was speechless.

He had considered every possible reason except this one.

"Hua’er," he said, "this old man is still strong and healthy. If you have a child, I’ll take care of them for you."

Su Hua: "They’ll take Xuan’s attention away from me."

Old Master Su: "..."

What kind of personality was this?

She was jealous... of her own hypothetical child?

With that reasoning, Old Master Su had no idea how to convince her.

He massaged his temples in frustration.

Was this it? Would he never get to hold a sweet great-grandchild in his lifetime?

Su Hua lowered her head and resumed scrolling through her phone.

"Master, Young Master Huo is here to see you," a servant announced respectfully.

"Quick, let him in," Old Master Su nodded.

Soon, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a well-tailored suit walked in. His features were sharp and handsome.

His gaze immediately landed on the woman sitting on the sofa, engrossed in her phone.

In reality, it had been two years since they last met. She was just as beautiful as he remembered.

But the faint smile on her lips stung.

What was she looking at?

Was she chatting with her boyfriend?