She said that, but Liu Huilan's heart still sank.
The old man only had 15% of the company's shares in his hands, and now he was giving away 5% in one go…
Then what about her son?
And her grandson…
Why could Lu Junhan get so many shares after just staying one night at the old man's place, while her grandson Lu Tianhua ended up with nothing?
Unfair! Absolutely unfair!
Lu Junhan stopped, raised his eyes toward his grandfather, and said coldly, "Seven percent."
"…" The old man's face darkened. He put his teacup down with a heavy clack. "Five percent is already my biggest concession, you stinky boy. Don't push your luck!"
Lu Junhan's expression didn't change. "Eight percent."
"You—!"
The old man's face flushed with anger.
"Nine percent."
"Alright! Seven percent!" the old man gritted his teeth. "Just like your father back then, it's all—"
"Nine percent." Lu Junhan arched a brow, voice light but firm. "No discussion."
"…" The old man took a deep breath, as if he might burst a vein. Finally, he waved his hand, conceding in a low voice:
"Fine, I'll owe you. But you have to let me meet my great-granddaughter! After all, she's your first child…"
Liu Huilan's fingers tightened slightly.
Wasn't this old man a die-hard patriarch? How could he—
Lu Junhan glanced sideways at Song Qingwan.
Her eyes asked silently: Really okay?
Lu Junhan didn't answer. He simply patted the little girl's head and said in a low voice, "Go give your grandfather the candy you feed to pigs."
Before they came in, Song Qingwan had warned Lu Li over and over not to talk too much in front of the old man — he wouldn't like it.
So even though Lu Li really wanted to speak to Grandpa, she didn't dare.
Now that her father had said so, the little girl happily clutched her candy and trotted over.
"Are you sure it's fine?" Song Qingwan still sounded worried.
"You mean the old man or the little thing?" Lu Junhan didn't even look up from his phone.
"Of course I mean Lili!"
"She'll be fine." He smirked faintly as his gaze followed the small figure ahead. "Will the old man be fine? That's less certain."
Song Qingwan: "???"
…
"Are you my great-granddaughter?"
The old man's sharp brows furrowed as his gaze scanned the little girl's face inch by inch.
Delicate, soft, so frail she looked like a gust of wind could knock her over — not sturdy like a boy at all.
A faint hint of dissatisfaction crept into his tone.
Why wasn't she a grandson?
If she were a boy, he could take him to the military to toughen up!
Still, the little girl nodded earnestly, her twin ponytails bouncing. "Yes, Grandpa, I'm your great-granddaughter."
"What's your name?"
The old man's frown deepened. Her voice was soft, weak — no strength in it at all!
But at least she wasn't afraid of him. That was something. Not enough to beat having a grandson, though.
"Lu Li! Dad's Lu, pear blossom's 'Li'!" she announced brightly, then held out a palm full of colorful candy. "Grandpa, do you want candy? My dad said this is really tasty!"
The old man didn't care for sweets, but he couldn't forget that Lu Junhan had been chewing candy earlier — candy he refused to spit out even when told to.
Was it really that good?
Keeping his expression stern, he picked one from her hand, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth. The wrapper showed a foreign brand he didn't recognize.
"What kind of candy is this?"
The little girl thought for a moment, face deadly serious. "Grandpa, it's candy for pigs."
"Cough—! Cough! Cough!"
The old man nearly choked. His face turned red. "What… what did you just say it was?!"
"Candy for pigs," she repeated innocently.
"…"
The candy sat in his mouth — too late to swallow, too awkward to spit out. He almost suffocated himself.
When the words candy for pigs sank in, his usually severe face twisted through a rainbow of expressions. No one had ever put him in such a ridiculous position.
People usually treated him with respect, never daring to joke with him — not even Lu Junhan.
And yet this little girl…
"Grandpa, is it yummy?"
She stared at him with bright, expectant eyes, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in his.
"Lili still has more!" She pulled out another piece, beaming.
The old man's chest heaved. Finally, he spat the candy into his palm, face green.
"You—! You did that on purpose!"
The little girl blinked. "On purpose? Lili didn't mean it."
"You dare deny it!"
"Dad, you misunderstood her," Song Qingwan cut in quickly, worried her father might truly lose his temper. "This is just ordinary toffee, not really for pigs."
"Don't make excuses for her! I may be old, but I'm not deaf — I heard her clearly!"
Song Qingwan could only sigh inwardly. She glanced toward where Lu Junhan had been standing, hoping he'd explain… but the spot was empty.
That stinky brat had slipped out again — probably to take a phone call at this exact moment.
Grinding her teeth, she turned back to the furious old man. "Dad, listen. That candy was given to Lili by Lu Junhan, and he's the one who told her it was for pigs!"
She softened her tone. "Think about it — if it were really pig feed, would Lu Junhan eat it himself? Would Lili eat it?"
The old man's eyes narrowed, but the storm in them began to calm. After a long pause, he snorted.
"Hmph. That brat's picky enough. If it were truly for pigs, he wouldn't touch it."
Seeing his expression ease, Song Qingwan pressed on. "So don't blame Lili. She's still young. She doesn't know about pigs or dogs — she just thinks if something's tasty, it's worth sharing… even with you."