Liang Qing silently led Zhao Qingzhou into one of the residences in a dilapidated tenement courtyard.

"The courtyard is a bit dirty and messy, please don't mind."

Just then, they heard their neighbor, Aunt Wang, leading a little girl wearing a thick cotton coat out of the house.

"Liang Qing, you're finally off work. Your nanny had some family trouble. Apparently, her son got into a fight in the countryside and his leg was broken. She had to rush back to the countryside this afternoon. Your Niannian has been staying with us."

Aunt Wang looked at Liang Qing pushing a cart in the yard, and standing next to Liang Qing was a young man wearing a black wool coat and leather shoes.

I have to say, these two actually look quite well-matched standing together.

Aunt Wang looked Zhao Qingzhou up and down.

Then she whispered, "Liang Qing, is this man Nian Nian's father? They look so alike, look at their noses and facial features."

Liang Qing immediately explained, "Aunt Wang, you've misunderstood."

As she spoke, Liang Qing took a bottle of fruit and a bottle of meat from the canned goods her workplace had given her and handed them to Aunt Wang. Then she took her daughter and brought her over.

"Here, please take care of the child."

"Niannian, come with Mommy."

The little girl had big, beautiful eyes, but she was blind.

You can't see anything at all.

Zhao Qingzhou astutely noticed this problem.

After Aunt Wang took the canned food back into the house, Liang Qing and Niannian also went back into the house. Zhao Qingzhou didn't say he was leaving, but followed them inside.

Their room was very small, naturally incomparable to the Zhao family's.

The dilapidated and cramped little house was divided into two rooms. Liang Qing and Niannian lived in the inner room, while the old man lived in the outer room when he was alive.

Inside the outer room, there was still the carrying pole the old man used to sell pickles.

There was a photo of an old man on the wall, and below that photo were two smaller photos. One was of Liang Qing holding her daughter, looking at her when she was just over 100 days old.

I saw Zhao Qingzhou looking at those photos.

Liang Qing explained, "Back in Beicheng, it was Old Wang who saved me. He took me to the hospital to give birth to Niannian. I was an unregistered resident and couldn't live in Beicheng, so I married him with Niannian in my arms."

"That photo was taken when Niannian was 100 days old. Old Wang said he would take us to take pictures."

"When we arrived, I found out that he had asked my daughter and me to take a photo together, and he also took one—the one for his funeral. He couldn't refuse me, so he held Niannian in his arms for a photo. He was our benefactor, and I have to make sure Niannian remembers him."

At that moment, Zhao Qingzhou suddenly felt something pressing down on his chest. He couldn't describe the feeling; it was very heavy.

Liang Qing's experience was indeed something he hadn't expected.

Zhao Qingzhou took out a cigarette from his pocket, but when he saw the little girl sitting next to him eating the can of food her mother had opened, he put it back in his pocket.

"If you knew you were pregnant, why didn't you tell me?"

"Qingyu said he would let me help you, so I can't just abandon you."

Liang Qingdao's voice choked with emotion, "I killed Qingyu, so it's only right that your family resents and hates me."

Liang Qing never expected that Zhao Qingzhou would not hate her at all, but would instead be willing to help her in a kind-hearted way.

"I'm sorry, the insults my mother said to you when she was angry were just her way of getting angry. Qingyu had a chance to return to the city, but this happened right when he was preparing to return. My parents are having a hard time accepting it."

Later, when Zhao Qingyu was briefly revived, he kept telling them that he must help Liang Qing.

He said, "That's my girlfriend."