Second Things Come Second

Ye Rongyuan left the restaurant with Ann, having been gone for nearly an hour and a half.

Qin Qianyi stood up for who know how many times, pacing the living room. "Why aren't they back yet? That Ye Rongyuan better not have run off with Ann!"

Old Mrs. Qin was about to comment on her "reckless" grandson when, right next to her, a sofa cushion flew in his direction.

Her words caught in her throat as she turned in surprise.

In the past, Old Mrs. Qin handled these "lessons," but today was different. Old Mr. Qin didn't want his wife upset over an unruly grandson, and being the laid-back type, he simply tossed a cushion instead.

It landed perfectly, with good effect.

As Qin Qianyi grumbled about Ye Rongyuan, he was unexpectedly hit by the flying pillow.

He caught it, looking at his grandfather in confusion. "Grandpa, why did you hit me?"

Old Mr. Qin ignored his grandson's question, glancing at his wife, who wore a satisfied expression, confirming he had hit the mark.