“Dad! When you left, Fu Lei was young. Over the years, no one has disciplined him. Now that you're back, you should pay more attention to his affairs. He's your only son and my only brother!” Fu Baozhen said.

Old Zeng: "I have nothing to say about someone who recognizes a thief as his father."

Let's go, let's all go.

"I really don't know what you're trying to gain by coming here so many times?" Old Zeng went inside.

When Di Jianjun tried to kick the siblings out, Fu Baozhen yelled:

"Dad! Are you really not going to let my brother take care of you in your old age and see you off when you die?"

"If you don't rely on my brother, who else will support you?"

No matter what Fu Baozhen said, they were still kicked out.

Old Zeng lay in the rocking chair, and Yueyue rocked the chair for her.

Yueyue: "Grandpa Great-Grandpa, are you comfortable?"

Old Zeng: "The chair that Yueyue helped me choose must be comfortable."

When Yueyue came across a secondhand furniture vendor, she took a liking to this rocking chair made of rosewood.

She said to her great-grandfather, "This chair must be comfortable for you to lie on. If I had the money, I would buy it for you."

Then Lao Zeng took out his money and bought the chair.

"Grandpa, I don't have money to buy you things now, but I'm sure I'll be able to earn money when I grow up."

"I'll take care of you in your old age!" Yueyue said seriously.

Di Jianjun said that he heard Lao Zeng laughing heartily at the time.

Old Zeng had given up all expectations for Fu Baozhen and her brother, so he wasn't exactly sad. But seeing the two of them was still a sore point.

Hearing Yueyue's words, Old Zeng burst into laughter. "So, are you going to take care of your Grandpa Chen in his old age?"

"Doesn't Grandpa Shen have Aunt Shen?"

My great-grandfather had my mother, and my mother had me!

Should I take care of my great-grandfather in his old age...?

Children's words and actions have the most healing effect.

Song Yan wasn't home at the time, but Aunt Wei later told her, "Brother Zeng, that man looks like a very upright person."

His son doesn't look good at all. He's a bit of a hoodlum.

Sigh! But even if he's not the best, he's still his son. I'm just afraid…

Aunt Wei was worried, after all, he was someone else's own son.

Will Old Zeng one day regret not giving his things to his son? After all, they're all in Song Yan's hands now!

Song Yan comforted her mother-in-law, "Old Zeng's things are all still here. I'll return them to him whenever he wants them."

Aunt Wei felt that this was the proper way to do things, since the items belonged to someone else after all.

She felt relieved after Song Yan said that.

Song Yan also remarked that her mother-in-law was truly not greedy.