"Mom, what are you doing? What if you fall! What could be so urgent!" Tang Wenwen rushed out to help her up, both angry and anxious.

"Quick! Go downstairs! Someone's here! Jiang, Jiang!" Grandma Hanhan couldn't speak clearly anymore, and she grabbed Tang Wenwen and dragged her downstairs.

Hearing the commotion downstairs, Qin Xiaoyu sensed something was wrong and immediately grabbed a black wool vest from the dressing room and ran downstairs.

The person sitting on the sofa, wearing an old-fashioned wool coat, with her hair neatly tied up and a porcelain-white face, isn't that my aunt?

And looking at the person standing next to him, isn't that Jiang Fusheng?

He left without saying a word, going home to get reinforcements.

Tang Wenwen came downstairs and was also stunned. She called out "Auntie" and slowly walked over.

"You child, really." Aunt poked Tang Wenwen's forehead with one finger.

"You came so late, you must have taken the night train, you must be exhausted. Didn't you have breakfast? Come and have something hot." Zhou Xing's mother warmly invited her guest over.

Auntie, being the kind of person she was, immediately understood the situation upon entering. Although Hanhan's grandmother was Tang Wenwen's mother, she didn't seem like a sensible person based on her appearance. Zhou Xing's mother, on the other hand, had an extraordinary air about her.

The group went to Building 4, where the children had already set up tables. Seeing strangers, they obediently went to the other side to wait for their meal to be served.

"Eat up, everyone, don't wait any longer," Zhou Xing's mother called out, and the whole family quickly sat down.

Auntie had heard Tang Wenwen mention that Qin Xiaoyu built a villa to bring her family together, but she never expected it to be so grand. If only the Jiang family had this kind of grandeur.

As she thought about it, she felt a pang of sadness.

"Aunt?" Jiang Fusheng, who had been observing her closely, noticed that her expression was off and had no idea what she was thinking, so he called out cautiously.

"It's alright, the steam from the porridge just made your eyes water," Auntie explained easily.

After the meal, the children left on their own. Zhou Xing's mother knew that Hanhan's grandparents were the main guests, so she pushed them over to sit down and sat on the sofa next to them. Qin Xiaoyu stood behind her and put her hand on her shoulder.

Tang Wenwen helped his wife over. The old lady had taken a rare nap and was eating porridge over there. She hadn't been able to come over, but when she heard that her aunt had arrived, she came to check on her.

My cousin's wife also heard that the Jiang family had come. She had originally planned to go to Hengchang to see how they were preparing to open, but she came over to show her support.

The aunt glanced at the white-haired, youthful-looking lady and then remembered Tang Wenwen saying that she had lived with the lady since childhood. Only then did she realize the connection. The lady's demeanor was more like that of a matriarch, while Grandma Hanhan was too weak.

"Wenwen has been bothering you quite a bit in the provincial capital. I've heard her mention it more than once. Thank you so much." The lady settled herself down and quickly thanked her aunt first.

"Not at all, you're too kind, old man. My house is so stuffy, I rely on her to keep me company. Now that she's gone to Shanghai, I'm almost driven mad with boredom. I still need to talk to her sister-in-law. Get her back here right now, or I won't stand for it!"

"That's because Wenwen is capable. I wouldn't feel comfortable sending someone else," Qin Xiaoyu said with a smile.

"Even if she's capable, we can't let her be the only one working hard. Look, she's lost weight. Girls actually look better when they're a little plump." The aunt said, pulling Tang Wenwen's hand over and stroking it.

“Auntie, I miss you too. Once things are settled in Shanghai, I’ll come back to be with you and won’t go anywhere else.” As Tang Wenwen said this, Jiang Fusheng kept staring at her, his face slightly flushed.

Qin Xiaoyu wondered what script Jiang Fusheng was following. Had he convinced her aunt? But it didn't seem like it. Could such a rigid old woman be dealt with in just one day?

"If you're bored, come and play. My place is big, you can stay anywhere." Seeing that Grandma Hanhan could only smile foolishly and couldn't say anything, Zhou Xing's mother made the decision for her.

Qin Xiaoyu watched her aunt chatting and laughing, but she remained unsure. What was Jiang Fusheng's purpose in bringing her all this way?

My aunt is not young anymore, and it's the Lunar New Year, plus she's someone who doesn't usually go out. For her to come here so suddenly, I'm afraid she has something important to decide.

Judging from her attitude towards Tang Wenwen, she doesn't seem to dislike him. Could it be that she just agreed to it?

She was feeling uneasy and confused. Her aunt didn't say anything directly, and Jiang Fusheng kept glancing at Tang Wenwen, wishing he could talk to her alone right away.

However, this whole family has to go through the motions.

"Auntie is taking the night train, you should rest first." Qin Xiaoyu had already prepared two rooms in Building 4.

Tang Wenwen originally came to help send it up, but her aunt stopped her: "Xiaoyu, come up with me."

Qin Xiaoyu understood and quickly followed.

Upon entering the room, her aunt sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for Xiaoyu to sit on the sofa. Qin Xiaoyu felt uneasy, knowing that this was the moment that would decide the fate of Tang Wenwen and Jiang Fusheng.

“Fusheng is such a coward. He came straight to my room after we got back here and knelt there for half the night. He wouldn’t get up until I agreed to his marriage with Wenwen.” Aunt’s face was expressionless, and it was hard to tell if she was accusing him. Qin Xiaoyu didn’t know how to answer, so she just listened with her head down.

"I heard that Wenwen has a child?" Her aunt's question made it even harder for Qin Xiaoyu to answer. She didn't know how much Jiang Fusheng had said, and she was afraid that she might have said something wrong.

“You don’t need to watch the door. He won’t dare to come in, and no one will help you,” the aunt continued to pressure.

"Auntie, I don't know how to say this. I just think the two of them are quite suitable," Qin Xiaoyu said cautiously, twisting her fingers.

"I asked you about the child, who asked you whether it was appropriate or not?"

"Child, yes, it is. It was a moment of confusion when Wenwen was young." Qin Xiaoyu was afraid of angering her aunt.

“That’s true, who doesn’t fall in love with a scumbag when they’re young?” Before her aunt could finish speaking, Qin Xiaoyu suddenly looked up and asked her in shock.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You look like you've seen a ghost," Auntie said irritably.

Qin Xiaoyu thought to herself, "Wow, you must have time-traveled here too."

"So what does Auntie mean?" Qin Xiaoyu had been holding back for a long time, and decided to just listen to the verdict.

"Wenwen is not young anymore. She should have children soon. It's impossible for her to only have one child. Let's have two more while I can still help take care of them."

"What?" Qin Xiaoyu was a little confused.

"I mean, let's get their business done as soon as possible! Things can get complicated if we wait too long!" Auntie said irritably.

"Hey! Okay! With your word, I'll do anything!" Qin Xiaoyu jumped up with joy. Although she stubbornly refused to say anything when Grandma Hanhan told her to let Jingtian go, she couldn't hold back when it came to Jiang Fusheng.

Qin Xiaoyu walked downstairs in a daze, still not understanding how Jiang Fusheng had managed to persuade her aunt, such a traditional and old-fashioned woman. It was truly the power of love, touching heaven and earth.

Tang Wenwen and Jiang Fusheng had already slipped out to whisper to each other, leaving only Hanhan's grandmother and Zhou Xing's mother waiting downstairs.