In the bedroom of the main house of the old residence, Lu Changchuan sat by the bed, holding Old Madam Lu's hand with both of his, gently massaging it, "Grandmother, you really should learn from Grandfather. Don't let outside matters bother you; focus solely on the people right in front of you."
"Those people, always idle and unskilled, they hear a little breeze and think it's a storm. What good words can they say? Is it really worth getting angry over? You really are..."
On the bed, Old Madam Lu nodded with a wry smile, "I have been petty-minded all my life. Your grandfather never said a word about it, yet you're always picking on me."
"Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I won't say it again, alright?"
Lu Changchuan chuckled.
Everyone in the Lu family knew how much Grandmother loved those flowers in the greenhouse.
And those two gardeners in the greenhouse had worked in the Lu family for over a decade. Rather than being servants, they were more like part of the family.
