With the sound barely ceased, there was a clatter.
Chen Lingmeng's hand loosened, and the knife fell straight to the ground. Grandpa Chen and Chen Wenzhou immediately rushed over.
Chen Wenzhou picked up the fruit knife from the ground and handed it to a servant, instructing him to take it as far away as possible.
Grandpa Chen slowly crouched down in front of Chen Lingmeng, taking her pale little hand in his and showing a face full of wrinkles and written with heartache.
"Mengmeng, you mustn't do anything foolish. Don't listen to what Pei Yansi has said. To Grandpa, you are the world's most beautiful, loveliest, and most attractive woman, the most precious treasure, and no one can compare."
Chen Lingmeng didn't speak. She just looked up with a semblance of understanding at Grandpa Chen's face. When Chen Wenzhou saw how deeply affected she appeared, he furiously turned to glare at Pei Yansi, his brows nearly twisting into knots.
