You Are My Treasure, Husband! || BOOK 2

231.Lisa couldn't explain why she was feeling nervous. (3)

Old Mrs. Lee looked over at Jungkook in his red outfit and his red backpack and looked very happy. She smiled so much that one could barely see her eyes. "It looks like my grandchild has grown even more. This outfit made him look so spirited."

In the eyes of elderly people, wearing red was pretty and well-spirited. They believe that kids should wear red more often since it looked festive and made others happy.

"Come over here, Kook. Don't just stand there." Grandma waved at Jungkook, gesturing for him to sit next to her.

Lisa held Jungkook's hand and pulled him over to her. "Let's sit next to Grandma."

Seeing that Jungkook had really gone and sat down next to her, the smile on her face thickened. Her grandchild had finally responded to her.

Seeing the happiness on the old lady, she leaned into Jungkook's ear and taught him. "Say 'Grandma' and greet her."

Jungkook blinked. He gave his grandmother a look and said slowly, "Hi, grand- grandma."

Hearing that Jungkook had talked to her, Old Mrs. Lee looked at him in surprise. She was happy with disbelief. "Did you all hear that? Kook just said hi to me."

"Yes, Mom. I've heard it. I guess Kook missed you too," said Sunmi with a smile.

Old Mrs. Lee couldn't have been more surprised. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened as she smiled. "Oh, my good grandchild. You are such a good boy."

In the old lady's eyes was unconcealed fondness that she had for her grandchild.

"Hi, Grandma. Hi, Little Aunty."

Mingyu, too, greeted Old Mrs. Lee and Sunmi politely.

"Have a seat, Mingyu," said Sunmi to him.

Old Mrs. Lee nodded. There was tenderness in her eyes. She, too, had spoken, "Yes, Mingyu. Have a seat. Don't just stand there."

The difference in her attitude toward the two boys were very obvious. She doted on Jungkook, her real grandchild. That was very obvious. As for Mingyu, the old lady was tender toward him like an elderly person to someone of a younger generation – affectionate but also a little distant.

Old Mrs. Lee looked back over at Jungkook, sitting next to her. Seeing how he was sitting there obediently, she wanted to stroke him on his head.

Jungkook, however, dodged her hand the next second.

Old Mrs. Song did not get upset when she didn't get to rub Jungkook on his head. Instead, she smiled and said, "Grandma will be so happy the day you will let her pat you on your head."

Next to them, Lisa reached out her hand and placed them on Jungkook's cheeks, holding his head.

Then, she brought Jungkook's head closer to Grandma. "Hurry up and pat him, Grandma."

Old Mrs. Song was surprised when she saw her grandchild lower his head and bring it in front of her obediently.

"Mom, Kook wanted you to stroke him on his head. Hurry up and stroke him," said Sunmi with a smile.

Mother Lu smiled next to them. She was envious of what was happening. She, too, wanted to stroke her son on his head.

Old Mrs. Lee was delighted. She reached out and gently, as though worried that she would startle Jungkook, stroke him on his head with her trembling hand.

Grandma said, "Kook must be safe and happy from now on."

Forced to have his head stroked, Jungkook blinked. He did not hate the feeling.

Worried that her docile grandson wouldn't like it too much, she stopped after a quick stroke. However, that was enough to make her very happy.

Mother Jeon was envious when she witnessed that. "Kook, Mom wants to stroke you on your head too."

When Kook was young, even when he didn't like it very much, she coudl still force him a little to hug him, kiss him, raise him up in the air, and stroke him on his head.

That was no longer the case after he had gotten older. He dodged any attempt at physical contact and resented touching and hugging.

Lisa, holding Jungkook's face, turned it toward Mother Jeon. She coaxed him. "Let your Mom touch you on your head too."

Jungkook pinched his lips shut. His eyes lowered, and he didn't say a word.

Mother Jeon reached her hand over and touched her son's fringes over his forehead gently. The softness of his hair melted her heart, and her eyes tingled. Her son was docile like this when he was a child too.