We Are Destined - Let Me Pamper You

Xion went straight to the Grandpas' room to check if he is fine. He is aware of the importance of Xiu Mei in Grandpas' life, and today she had unknowingly rejected her grandpas' love.

He carefully opened the door slightly, peeking inside he checked on to grandpa to see how he has been holding on. But what he saw inside was something that he'll never forget in his life. Xion felt his c.h.e.s.t heavy as if something is pressing against his lungs causing him not to breathe properly.

Closing the door promptly, he stood against it resting his head on to the door. Taking a few slow deep breaths he tried to make himself ready to go inside.

He enters inside after controlling his emotions. Grandpa was still sitting near the window with a feast of same breakfast spread in front of him. His shoulders were slouched, head lowered, eyes were dominated by profound sadness. He was looking blankly at his hands while his mouth was curled downward in a semi-pout. He seemed lifeless, it feels as if he has no reason to live this life anymore.

Xion glanced at grandpas' assistant knowingly. Wu Shen understood his boss' gesture and left the room to let them talk privately.

Sadness is a scary thing, scarier than death. It holds the power to turn happiness into hollowness. It is like a slow death, every time when you'll remember the reason behind your sadness, it'll leave a deep emotional cut to your already wounded heart.

Xiu Mei's rejection is like an albatross hanged around grandpas' neck. He cannot forget it, cannot ignore it, it will keep on hurting his heart till the time either sleep comes first or death.

Xion stood at the threshold of the door silently, he was unable to understand what to say to grandpa to make him feel better. He unwaveringly looked at grandpas' face…..

The flow of time never leaves anyone untouched, his snow-white long beard shows the depth of his wisdom, his wrinkled face was a road map to his glorious past. Various phases and experiences of his life are written there to read; memories of the loss of his dear ones sadden him but the memories of the loved ones give him the strength to keep on fighting. The travelogue of his struggle to become the ruthless King of the Underworld could be seen in his eyes.

In his heydays, the name of Zeng Shihong was more than enough to make anyone's heart palpitate with terror. No one dared to come in his territory, he was the vicious man that had spread his wings globally into the dark world of underworld.

He was a cold, ruthless and dangerous person to everyone, nobody dares to come near him. His heart was stone cold, devoid of any emotional feelings…

But now that cold, ruthless person is nowhere to be seen. Although he is wearing a traditional Chinese Tang suit in white color which is made using the highest quality of Egyptian cotton, the majesty of the King of the Underworld is long lost, not because of his age but because of the grief he suffers daily.

Sitting on the chair, holding fatigued way worn eyes which are devoid of any brightness, is a 75-year-old helpless old man who is craving for his granddaughters' love.

Xion called him out gently, "Grandpa!"

Grandpa silently stood there like a lifeless man, he did not even flinch hearing Xion's voice.

Taking a step forward he called out again, "Grandpa…."

After a minute of silence, grandpa raised his head to look at Xion. His chin trembled… With a shaky heavy voice, he called out for him, "Godson… She rejected me….. These are my sins punishing me before I die….." Grandpas' eyes drip with tears, and then brick by brick his wall shattered completely as he broke down like a child.

Xion strode forward to console his grandpa by hugging him tightly in his arms. Grandpas' shoulder trembled in sadness, as tears stream down his eyes drenching Xion's shirt.

Xion continued to comfort grandpa by rubbing his back gently. But he did not try even once to make him stop crying, perhaps he wanted to let his grandpa cry his heart out so that he can look at life with a clearer view.

After some time when Xion could no more hear grandpas' sobs and his shoulders have stopped trembling, he slightly lifted him up by holding his shoulder. There is a limit after which tears also stop coming from the eyes, but the pain is still left behind, leaving the person in misery.

Xion cupped his grandpas' face between both his hands and asked him, "You want Xiu Mei to recognize you, right?"

Zeng Shihong nodded his head lightly.

"You want her to call you grandpa, right?"

"You want her to love you?"

"You want her to stay with you forever?"

"You want her to accept your gift?"

On every question asked by Xion, Zeng Shihong nodded his head without flinching for even a second.

He looked at straight into Zeng Shihong's eyes, "Then tell her the truth… Tell her that you are her grandfather… Tell her that the family she had been searching for years was right before her eyes but she was unable to recognize it. Tell her that she is Zeng Shihong's granddaughter and her grandfather loves her endlessly. He is craving for her love since the day he came to know that she is his granddaughter."

"Grandpa please tell her that she is Zeng Xiu Mei…."

Hearing this Zeng Shihong was horrified, his body stiffened as he shook his head at the very next sentence of Xion. He could not even imagine the consequences of telling Xiu Mei that he is her grandfather.

"No… No… Stop it Xion! Stop this nonsense right now. Cough…..cough….. No one is telling her anything, no one. You… cough… cough…. Listen to me Xion… cough…cough...…." He felt breathless all of a sudden.

"Grandpa...." Xion got up and immediately picked the glass of water from the table. Holding it closer to his mouth he helped Zeng Shihong to take a sip.