Chapter 30 Triumphantly Featured First, Please Follow_1
Lizhong and his granddaughter settled down in the Mo Family. During the day, Liyan took meticulous care of her grandfather, keeping him company and chatting to alleviate his boredom. At night, she shared a bed with Mo Yan and her sister, but Lizhong’s illness kept relapsing and showed no sign of improvement, casting a pall over the household atmosphere.
The misfortune that befell his daughter weighed heavily on Lizhong, who couldn’t let go of his guilt. He felt that if he hadn’t misjudged people back then and allied himself with the heartless and unscrupulous Zhang Family, his daughter wouldn’t have been cruelly abandoned. What tormented him most was that her whereabouts were unknown, leaving him to wonder whether she was dead or alive. Every time these thoughts crossed his mind, he could barely restrain himself from wanting to take his own life.
Lizhong’s illness was essentially psychosomatic; how could his body possibly recover under such depression? Every time Grandfather’s condition worsened, Liyan was beside herself with worry, wishing she could suffer in his stead. She was still young and clueless about how to comfort him, so at night, all she could do was hide under the covers and secretly weep.
After several days of this, Mo Yan could no longer stand by. Although their families were quite close, they were still outsiders, and there were some things she and her father really couldn’t say. But if things continued this way, she feared Lizhong would truly work himself to death.
"Grandfather Li, since you know you did wrong by Aunt Li, why not hasten your recovery and find a way to locate her and properly make amends? If you continue like this, your body will only break down. Yanzi is still so young; can you bear to leave her all alone in this world? You’ve already failed Aunt Li; do you have to fail Yanzi too and prevent her parents’ spirits from resting in peace?"
Mo Yan’s words struck Lizhong’s heart like a knife, and his face instantly turned deathly pale, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he neared collapse.
Liyan looked at her grandfather in unbearable pain, her heart filled with compassion. She knew right from wrong, understanding that Sister Yan’s words, though harsh, were for her grandfather’s benefit.
Seeing the old man in such agony, Mo Yan couldn’t bear it either, but she tried to persuade him to let go and explained that Lixiu’s situation wasn’t his fault—it was the Zhang Family’s doing... Such words might work on those who were weak and liked to shirk responsibility, but for Lizhong, who was deeply fixated on his love for his daughter, they were utterly useless. A shock was necessary to bring him to full realization.