Chapter 183: The Sword

The car just drove into the village.

Huaian then found a secluded place and parked the car as if he was familiar with the route.

He opened the car door and prepared to help the old lady down.

Old Madam Wen pushed him aside with disdain and ordered, "Bring all the gifts for the benefactor. I still can't help you..."

The air in this countryside is so good.

The strong and refreshing scent of grass and trees made her mind clearer. Her eyes fell on the old women chatting at the village entrance.

There was a hint of longing in the depths of Old Lady Wen's eyes.

Although these people were dressed simply and their clothes were quite old, the satisfaction on their faces could be seen at a glance.

He waved a palm-leaf fan and glanced at them from time to time.

Some even covered their mouths and whispered.

Mrs. Wen was a little confused and asked curiously, "Why are these people looking at us so strangely..."

Thinking of the stupid things he had done before, Huai'an coughed awkwardly and explained in a low voice, "Mom, Tianxuan is also from this village..."

He was too embarrassed to say the rest.

The old lady responded quite quickly.

"The Lu family's child?"

"Well, she had some conflicts with Qingqing, and I took the opportunity to deal with it when I came here last time..."

Old Mrs. Wen frowned and scolded her son, "I know you and Lu Zaiqi grew up together, but you have to know who is more important and who is less important. Don't make fun of yourself!"

There was a hint of criticism in the old man's words.

I feel ashamed when I feel at peace.

He immediately changed the subject and took Mrs. Wen to the east end of the village.

I saw everyone walking away.

Then Mrs. Shi shouted, "See! See! That family is here again. I think Qin Lao Er can't keep his daughter anymore..."

The old woman next to him immediately scolded, "Don't say such sarcastic words, Xiao Qingqing is not a heartless person..."

She and Old Lady Lu were a good couple, so naturally she couldn't stand others saying these things.

Old Lady Shi curled her lips and thought to herself.

Just wait and see.

Anyone with eyes knows to choose a family with good conditions.

What's more, he has a car, so he must be rich or noble.

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The Zhang family in the next village ground a pot of tofu.

Old Mrs. Lu ran to line up early.

I bought two cubes of soft tofu.

On the way back home, I carried it carefully, fearing that it would be bumped or scratched.

Wrinkles clustered on Old Lady Lu's thin cheeks. She pursed her lips tightly without breathing, and stared at the ground with her eyes fixed.

She saw the familiar figure of the man come into Mrs. Lu's sight.

She tiptoed slowly towards him.

When he saw that it was Huaian, he was furious.

He blurted out, "Why are you here again?"

The old man's tone was full of impatience.

Old Mrs. Wen stopped and stared at the robust old man, asking uncertainly, "Huaian, this is..."

Huaian put on a smile and introduced, "This is Qingqing's grandmother..."

That is the family who adopted the child.

A gleam of light flashed in Mrs. Wen's eyes.

Trembling, she stepped forward, held Old Lady Lu's hand, and said, "Good sister! It's you. Thank you so much for raising my Qingqing..."

Old Mrs. Lu wanted to push the well-dressed old woman away, but she was afraid of getting herself into trouble. She said dryly with a straight face, "Who is your sister? Don't yell..."

She doesn't have so much white hair.

He is in good health.

I can't bear Mrs. Wen calling me sister.

Old Mrs. Wen wiped away her tears and whispered, "This is not me, my dear. You don't remember me. You are Min'er's mother-in-law, right? I was there when the two children had their wedding banquet. This time I came mainly to thank you. If it weren't for your kindness, I wouldn't have a clear life..."

When I said this, I was overwhelmed with sadness and the tears just couldn't stop flowing.

Anyone who sees an elderly person crying like this would feel heartbroken.

Old Mrs. Lu also felt a little sympathy.

He sighed and said, "We are all relatives, so I don't speak outside the family. I know why you are here, but Qingqing is a sentimental child. She won't go back with you..."

Old Madam Wen put down the handkerchief in her hand, smiled kindly and said, "It doesn't matter. We came here mainly to see the child... to know how she is doing..."

It's sincere and comes from the bottom of my heart.