Recalling the scene of Ye Yun almost slitting Zhao Wensheng's mother's neck on her wedding day, they all fell silent.

Ye Yun smiled with satisfaction.

She glanced meaningfully at everyone, then, carrying her baby Chuqi in her arms, she walked into the house with her head held high, supported by Qin Zheng.

Aunt Tian immediately took it from her.

"Quick, come inside. I've already lit the stove for you."

The old lady was still sitting at the door. When Ye Yun approached, she raised her head and looked at Qin Zheng and Ye Yun with her cloudy, unfocused eyes.

I wonder if she'll ever see Ye Yun.

But as Ye Yun approached her, her gaze vaguely fell on the red swaddling clothes in Ye Yun's arms, and for the first time, a kind smile appeared on her old face.

"My wife..."

The old lady's voice trembled and became hoarse, but Ye Yun responded crisply, "I'm here, Grandma."

"You've worked hard."

Ye Yun smiled faintly, without responding, and gently took her hand, letting her touch her daughter's little hand.

The old lady's face instantly lit up with a smile.

"Okay, okay."

Then she suddenly called out again, "Zhengzi..."

Qin Zheng quickly replied, "I'm here, Grandma."

As soon as she finished speaking, the old lady raised her dragon-headed cane and precisely struck his calf.

Qin Zheng was so startled that he jumped up on the spot.

"Grandma! Why did you hit me again!"

"Zhengzi..."

Qin Zheng frowned, his brows furrowing in a deep frown: "What?"

The old lady took his hand and patted it: "Child, you've finally done something decent..."

Qin Zheng: "..."

He's no longer alive.