Upon hearing Xia Wan's words, a glint of approval flashed in Xia Xiong's eyes. That glint was like a fleeting shooting star in the night sky, brief yet exceptionally bright, piercing the dark horizon.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully, his fingers gently stroking his beard, making a soft rustling sound, as if he were sorting through his thoughts.

He said in a low, slow voice, "Wanwan, what you said makes sense and hits the nail on the head. But Shuhua is now completely convinced by the Zhao family, as if she's been bewitched. What clever method should we use to make her willingly leave the Zhao family?"

A hint of expectation flickered in his eyes, hoping that Xia Wan could provide a perfect solution.

Xia Wan frowned slightly, her brain working like a high-speed, sophisticated machine, rapidly considering various countermeasures. The room was extremely quiet, so quiet that one could almost hear the sparks flying from the intense clash of her thoughts.

In her mind, various thoughts bloomed and collided like fireworks. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and a glimmer of wisdom flashed in her bright eyes, as if she had found a precious ray of dawn in the boundless dark night sky.

“If we simply talk about feelings, it probably won’t work. Besides, from what I’ve observed, my aunt is completely infatuated with Zhao Guodong and has lost herself in the process. So, we have to start with the Zhao family itself. Isn’t Zhao Guodong colluding with Guo Guanghua to try and bring us down? Then let’s break through the flaws in their conspiracy.”

Her tone was full of confidence, as if she could already see the dawn of victory.

Upon hearing this, Xia Shuyu remained silent for a moment. Her eyes revealed deep inner turmoil and weighing of options, as she repeatedly considered various possibilities and carefully weighed the pros and cons.

In her mind, it was as if a fierce debate was unfolding, with various viewpoints clashing.

Then, she slowly spoke up: "We definitely need to talk, but we must carefully choose a suitable time and a secluded place to ensure that the Zhao family does not notice or interfere with the whole process, and we must not let my aunt feel that we are forcing or coercing her."

Deep down, she stubbornly refused to believe that Shuhua would collude with the Zhao family to frame her family without reason.

She firmly believed that deep down, Shuhua still harbored a burning love and longing for her family, but she was temporarily blinded and lost her way.

She believed that as long as the right method was found, the deep-seated family affection in Shuhua's heart could be awakened.

Xia Xiong waved his hand, his expression revealing extreme caution, as if one wrong step would lead him into an abyss of no return. His eyes were full of vigilance, as if the surroundings were riddled with dangerous traps, and the slightest carelessness would result in his annihilation.

"Don't act rashly. Too many people will only provoke Shuhua and make her feel more resistant. We must not alert Zhao Guodong. We should try to move her with our emotions and use our sincerity to influence her, so that she can gradually realize the seriousness of the problem."

He knew that in this game with Zhao Guodong, he had to be careful with every step, or he would lose everything.

Xia Wan nodded slightly, fully understanding her family's feelings. After all, they knew nothing about Xia Shuhua being possessed; in their naive understanding, Shuhua had simply been temporarily misled by external temptations and lost her way.

But how to subtly move someone with emotion, and how to win back her sister-in-law's heart without alarming Zhao Guodong—these two major problems loomed heavily before her, like two towering, insurmountable mountains, making it hard for her to breathe.

She felt an immense weight of responsibility on her shoulders, as if she were carrying the fate of her entire family.

Her eyes scanned the room anxiously, hoping to find a spark of inspiration.

Just then, an old photograph hanging on the wall suddenly caught her full attention.

That was a group photo of the entire Xia family many years ago. In the photo, Xia Shuhua's smile was as bright as the warm spring sun, and her eyes were as pure as clear lake water, without a trace of impurity.

In the photo, she is happily nestled beside her family, her face beaming with a blissful smile. The happiness and warmth of that moment seem to possess a timeless magic, radiating outwards and infecting everyone who sees it. The scene in the photo is like a beautiful dream, something to yearn for.

"Grandpa, look at this photo." Xia Wan walked quickly to the wall, carefully took down the photo, and respectfully handed it to Xia Xiong as if holding a rare treasure.

“My aunt used to love this family so much; the warmth of home was the most important thing to her. Perhaps we can start by evoking her memories. We can carefully collect all those old objects and photos that are full of warmth from the past, find a quiet place filled with memories, and carefully arrange them into a memory exhibition, sincerely inviting my aunt to come. I believe that in that atmosphere full of memories and warmth, we can definitely awaken her deep longing for home.” Her eyes were full of expectation, hoping that this plan could bring her aunt back on the right track.

Xia Xiong took the photo, his gaze fixed on the image, his eyes gradually softening as if he were deeply moved by the warm memories in the photo.

His thoughts seemed to be instantly pulled back to that beautiful old time, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

He seemed to see the lively and lovely Shuhua from back then, growing up happily in this loving home.

He nodded slightly, his tone filled with a mixture of relief and expectation: "Wanwan, this is a really good idea. Let's do it this way. We need to seize every minute and second and prepare with all our might."

His voice was full of determination, as if he were declaring to his family that he would definitely bring Shuhua back to this warm home.

In the following days, the entire Xia family sprang into action, each member driven by a firm belief in Xia Shuhua's return, as if it were a race against time to rescue her. Xia Wan searched high and low, leaving no corner unchecked, as if searching for a long-lost treasure. She meticulously rummaged through old, dusty boxes piled high with clutter in the attic, each box opening akin to unlocking a long-forgotten memory; she patiently searched the corners of the study, filled with books and the scent of ink, leaving no book untouched as a potential clue; she diligently explored the depths of the wardrobe, turning over each garment, hoping to find items related to her aunt.

Finally, she found many of Xia Shuhua's paintings that she had created with great care. Some of the paintings depicted a warm scene of a family enjoying the cool air in the courtyard in summer, while others showed a joyful scene of everyone sitting around the fireplace in winter.

There is also a diary that records her innermost thoughts; every word in the diary is filled with her feelings and thoughts.

And some of her favorite toys from childhood, which she used to love and be inseparable from. Although those toys are a bit worn out, they carry a lot of memories.