It turned out that the old lady was so rich. He had been taking care of her wholeheartedly, but he didn't expect that she would be so wary of him.

The more Mr. Sang thought about it, the sadder he became, and he even felt furious. If his son-in-law, daughter-in-law, and in-laws had not been here, he would have cursed them long ago.

As expected, no matter how devoted the son-in-law is, he is still an outsider, and people only recognize their own grandchildren...

"Thank you, grandma!" Yan Zheng and Qiao Sirui said in unison.

Grandma nodded slowly, as if she was tired. Her voice was a little weak as she said, "My dear relatives, I am not in good health, so I will not entertain you two. I hope you don't mind."

Seeing that she was almost out of breath, Yan's father asked with concern: "Do you want to go to our hospital for a checkup? It seems that you are not feeling well, old lady."

The wrinkles between grandma's eyebrows deepened. She waved her hands and said, "It's okay. It's like this when you get old. Tianen, please take grandma to the house to rest."

After saying that, she stood up and walked towards the bedroom. Sang Tianen held her arm and moved slowly.

After finally sending her grandmother back to her room, she was about to leave when someone suddenly grabbed her arm and she turned her head to look over.

She saw her grandmother looking at her with bright eyes. She no longer looked weak and frail. It was as if she had been injected with energy and vitality, and her whole body exuded the spirit of youth.

Sang Tianen couldn't help but be stunned.

Grandma smiled and said, "Go and lock the door."

Feeling strange, Sang Tianen locked the door that had just been ajar, puzzled, and asked, "What's going on?"

Grandma took out a wooden dressing box from the thin quilt next to her. The box was not big, and was engraved with auspicious and intricate patterns. It was square and looked like a box used by young masters of wealthy families in ancient times to store jewelry.

Grandma carefully stroked the texture on it, with a barely perceptible hint of nostalgia and sadness in her eyes.

She sighed and said with a distant look, "This is the dowry your grandfather brought when he married me. It also included a gold locket and a pair of gold earrings. I gave them to your uncle and your father."

As he spoke, he pinched a small button on the box and opened the wooden box.

Sang Tianen was very unfamiliar with her grandfather. Her mother told her that he died in an accident when she was very young. Every time she mentioned him, her mother's face was filled with an indescribable sadness.

When Sang Tianen asked curiously what the accident was, his mother stopped talking and never asked about it again.

Now that her grandmother brought up the past, she couldn't help but become curious about her grandfather.

When she was a child, she had heard the old people in the village say several times that her grandfather was a gentle and very handsome man, but he was unlucky and something happened in his family, so he married her grandmother who was the chef in his family at that time.

After getting married, my grandfather followed my grandmother from another province to live in Sangjia Village, a remote village.

It is said that her beautiful face attracted many women from the surrounding villages, but she was later driven away by her grandmother waving a big kitchen knife.

After my grandfather passed away, my grandmother never remarried or worked as a cook again. Instead, she farmed and sold vegetables, took care of the housework and raised two children.

Perhaps because he suffered too much when he was young, he developed many health problems as he got older. Finally, after being persuaded by his two daughters, he settled down at home to live out his old age.

"Your grandpa always told me that these things should be kept for my two daughters to start their own families, so no matter how difficult it was over the years, I was reluctant to touch these things."

"I've been dreaming about him lately. He's still so handsome, sitting in a rocking chair under the eaves, reading a book. It's a pity that I've become a gray-haired, old woman."

A sweet smile appeared on grandma's face.

Sang Tianen's heart suddenly skipped a beat. If she guessed correctly, her grandmother was telling her about her affairs after her death.

In her previous life, she first reminisced about the most important people and things in her life, then divided her property, and died shortly afterwards.

She was a little nervous and asked, "Grandma, why are you telling me this?"

Grandma turned her gaze to her and smiled: "Don't worry, child, your grandma is still alive, but my memory seems to have deteriorated recently, and I always forget things."

"I want to tell you about my family's affairs while I'm still a little senile."

Sang Tianen finally felt relieved and sighed, "You scared me to death just now. You're giving me gifts and reminiscing about the past. I, your granddaughter, have a heart as strong as steel, and you've frightened me to pieces."

Grandma laughed, then sighed again: "Qingyuan and I have two children. Your aunt is a little clever, but unfortunately she has no vision and can only live in her own little world. Your uncle is an honest man, but he has no opinions of his own and loses his mind when something happens. This child is obviously very smart, but he is too lazy and greedy. He is destined to have no great future."

"They chose to take the house this time. As long as they don't mess around, they'll have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives."

"As for your mother, she's smart and hardworking, but she's too honest. She'll just have to live a cowardly life like this, unless she changes her mind someday."

Hearing this, Sang Tianen couldn't help but feel confused. Seeing that her grandmother was not a confused person, why did she give up the house to her father who was loyal to her father's family?

Grandma seemed to see what she was thinking and explained, "Your father is a kind-hearted man. Otherwise, an old woman like me, who is sick all over, wouldn't have lived this long."

"He's just a bit confused and can't tell the difference between primary and secondary. It's not his fault; he's been harmed by the ideas of the older generation. I know you don't get along with your father, but he's your biological father after all. He carried you for ten months and gave birth to you. He hasn't treated you badly over the years, so you still have to take care of him in his old age, understand?"