After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

"You called me grandpa?"

Lu Lixiao squatted down in front of him, looking into his clear eyes with a kind and gentle expression. "Your father calls me Grandpa, you should call me Great-Grandpa."

"Great-Grandpa?" Little Anxian didn't understand how this title differed from "Grandpa," but he smiled sweetly, "Hello, Great-Grandpa! Can you give me back the ball?"

Lu Lixiao handed him the ball, smiled, and pinched his little face. "Good boy."

Ji Xiu stood to the side and said with a smile, "Young Master Sun really looks a lot like Second Young Master when he was a child."

"The first time I saw him, I felt like I was seeing west Yan as a child." Lu Lixiao chuckled and sighed. "I was just confused back then and never thought that he was west Yan's child."

Now that he sees An Xian, Lu Lixiao likes her more and more.

"Look at him, his eyes are round and bright, they look more like his mother's."

"Yes," Ji Xiu said with a smile. "The second young master has double eyelids and his eyes are a bit long and narrow. As for the young master, he has beautiful peach blossom eyes, just like the young mistress. The young master just happened to inherit the most outstanding genes of the two of them. He is as delicate as a porcelain doll and is very lovable."

Lu Lixiao didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, and smiled kindly at the child in front of him.

Upon seeing the visitor, Li Quan hurried over and said, "Chairman, you've arrived."

He was about to inform Lu Xiyan when Lu Lixiao stopped him.

"No rush, let's play with the child for a while first."

Little Anxian looked at him expectantly, "Great-Grandpa, do you want to play soccer with us?"

"Okay." Lu Lixiao laughed, "Great-grandfather is an old man, he definitely can't run anymore, you have to be considerate of him."

......

The weather is great today; the temperature is not high and the sun is not strong.

Under the gazebo in the garden, a man sat in a recliner, his legs casually propped up on the table, a laptop resting on his lap, one hand scrolling across the screen.

"ah--"

He opened his mouth, waiting to be fed.

Anning popped a segment of the peeled tangerine into his mouth and asked with a smile, "Is it sweet?"

Lu Xiyan nodded leisurely, his eyes crinkling with a smile, "Sweet."

An Ning looked down at his left hand resting on the back of the chair—his fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles, and a layer of white gauze was wrapped tightly around his wrist bone, from the wrist bone to the palm.

The doctor said that he had injured a nerve in his hand and should not exert too much force. A few days ago, driving and exerting force caused secondary trauma, resulting in muscle and nerve disorder.

Pain is a minor issue; if the situation becomes serious, the left hand may become uncontrollable, and the fingers may lose mobility.

Simply put, it means being unable to hold onto anything.

Just like now, his hand is resting on the back of the chair, and his fingertips occasionally twitch uncontrollably.

Although I received injections and took medication, the doctor advised that the most important thing was to rest, especially during the treatment period, I should not move my left hand again, otherwise there would really be no possibility of recovery.

So Anning kept a close eye on his every move, and avoided letting him do things himself whenever possible.

Anning even took care of his bathing.

Lu Xiyan said he didn't need it, half-heartedly agreeing, but actually he was enjoying it very much.

But Anning was still worried about his hand, fearing that it might not recover.

Lu Xiyan, on the contrary, was unusually calm, and even insisted on working right now.

He didn't say it was inconvenient when we were working, but he said it was inconvenient when we were drinking water or eating, and he insisted that Anning feed him to his mouth.

When replying to a message simply, he would tap a few times with his right index finger. When he needed to reply more carefully, he would hand the computer to Anning and have Anning type the reply for him.

After more than an hour of this process, including the video conference, Anning finally understood what he was doing—he had established a precision medicine oncology company, OncoThera Labs, in Anning's name, and was in talks with the world's leading pharmaceutical companies focused on technological innovation to discuss drug manufacturing collaborations.

His vision is to independently develop new drugs that can precisely target cancer cells globally, and through global clinical development in the field of oncology, make these new drugs the world's first drugs, addressing unmet medical needs in the field of cancer.

The research and development costs amounted to $3 million, and the cooperation period was one year.

Lu Xiyan quickly reached an agreement with the other party and scheduled a time for a face-to-face meeting.

When An Ning saw this staggering amount, she realized that the little money she had scraped together to give Lu Xiyan was practically useless.

"With such high R&D costs, what if it fails?" she asked with concern.

"No, it won't happen." Lu Xiyan closed his laptop, and while putting it down, he leaned over and took a bite of the orange segment in her hand, calm and composed as if the cost wasn't 3 million US dollars, but 3 dollars.

The oranges were sweet and refreshing. Lu Xiyan's narrow eyes curved slightly. "Such a large pharmaceutical company is willing to play with our newly established company, and it's not just for the $3 million."

An Ning began to understand. "Is it because of the patent?"

"What your parents left you is a very valuable medical achievement." Lu Xiyan patted her head. "If it is successfully developed, the return on investment can be as high as 200%. Money is secondary. More importantly, this will be a blessing for cancer patients all over the world. This is the original intention of your parents in this career, and it is also the result they most wanted to see."

An Ning's eyes welled up with tears; she was deeply moved.

Lu Xiyan actually remembered everything.

She touched the fingertips of his left hand; they were slightly cool. "Does it still hurt today?"

His voice even had a slightly nasal tone.

"A little." Lu Xiyan nodded with a frown. "If I eat another orange, it should stop hurting."

An Ning smiled and said, "Then I'll peel another one for you."

Lu Xiyan stretched his shoulders, lazily reclined in the rocking chair, and looked around. "Where's my son?"

Anning smiled gently, "I'm playing ball with Uncle Quan in the front yard."

The incident at the bridge that night didn't seem to have much of an impact on An Xuan's mind. Apart from not sleeping well and having nightmares that night, she calmed down a lot in the following two days, eating, drinking, and playing as usual, still the lively and clever little devil she always was.

An Ning peeled a segment of orange and held it to his lips. Lu Xiyan opened his mouth and bit into it, his lips tracing the tip of her finger.

Lu Xiyan, with half an orange segment in his mouth, beckoned to her.

As soon as An Ning leaned closer, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards him.

His meaning was too obvious. Anning smiled gently and took a bite of the half-eaten orange.

Lu Xiyan hadn't let go of her yet, and pressed his lips against her rosy lips.

"Your hands aren't good..." An Ning's voice escaped between their lips.

The sweet scent of oranges lingered on his lips. His hand, which had been holding her neck, slid down to her waist. With a slight pull, Lu Xiyan brought her onto his lap.

He pressed his body down, letting her soft body press tightly against him.

His hot breath sprayed on her cheek, his voice husky, "Kissing doesn't require hands."