"Is this bracelet my grandma's? Do you recognize it?"

Ye Qingqing pressed for answers, as the old lady's words had truly surprised her.

She never expected that the old lady who sold balut (fertilized duck eggs) that she had been patronizing was actually her own grandmother!

It's Ms. Gu Nianci from that official document!

No wonder she always felt a sense of kinship with the old woman; is this the bond of blood?

The old lady walked unsteadily, very anxious. She had always thought that Nianci was dead, but she never expected that Nianci was still alive.

When the farm sent a telegram saying that Nianci had committed suicide, she rushed over but only brought back a handful of ashes.

She had no doubt whatsoever and truly believed that Nianci was dead.

But the ashes could belong to someone else, or even be the remains of an animal. She should have thought more and asked more questions back then, and perhaps she wouldn't have been separated from Nianci for so many years.

Nianci wouldn't have had such a hard life!

The thought of those bastards calling Nianci a jinx filled the old lady with anger and made her feel even more guilty.

“This bracelet is a coming-of-age gift I gave to your grandmother because Nianci’s wrist is very slender and most people can’t wear it.”

The old lady asked Xiao Li to try on the bracelet. Xiao Li was neither fat nor thin, and had a very standard figure, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it on.

Ye Qingqing also tried it, and it slipped on in a flash.

It's just right.

The old lady smiled with satisfaction, "Both of your hands are equally slender and beautiful."

Those are truly delicate and beautiful hands!

However, there is a saying among the people that a woman with delicate fingers has a life as fragile as paper. The old lady certainly did not believe it, but when she thought of Nianci's tragic and bumpy fate, she could not help but believe it.

I just hope that Qingya can live a happy life and not have to suffer as much as their generation!

Where are you going?

Just as she stepped out the door, she ran into Lu Mo, who had rushed over. Lu Mo found it very strange, sensing that the old lady and Ye Qingqing looked very excited, as if they had encountered something extraordinary.

“Lu Mo…Lu Mo…Do you know? Grandma Gu is my grandma, my biological grandma. I’ve found my grandma…”

Ye Qingqing both cried and laughed, but her joy outweighed her sorrow.

She originally thought that she had no relatives in the world except for Xiaotong.

But now that we have the old lady's family, and we've found our biological grandmother, maybe even our father is still alive!

Lu Mo was taken aback, but he quickly calmed down. Tang's father had said that Gu Apo should be pronounced with the fourth tone. When Gu is pronounced with the fourth tone, it becomes Gu. Qingqing's grandmother's surname is Gu, and her name is Gu Nianci.

He should have thought of that sooner.

Seeing Ye Qingqing crying and laughing, Lu Mo felt happy for her. This girl was too lonely, and he hoped that as many people as possible would love her!

Lu Mo called a taxi, while Xiao Li stayed at home. The old lady and Ye Qingqing, the three of them, excitedly rushed to Qingyu Lane.

Throughout the journey, the old lady held Ye Qingqing's hand tightly and never let go, asking many times what Grandma Gu looked like.

Hearing Ye Qingqing say that Granny Gu was old and haggard, the old lady's heart ached, and tears streamed down her face.

“Your grandma is ten years younger than me; she’s only 61 this year.”

Ye Qingqing's heart ached too. Granny Gu looked much older than the old lady, which meant she must have suffered a lot. Her poor grandmother!

Those damn bad guys, they'll get what's coming to them! She'll never forgive those bastards!

They finally arrived at Qingyu Lane. The three of them got out of the car, and the old lady, who had been the most excited, suddenly calmed down.

She stood at the front door, lost in thought. After a long while, she finally went upstairs.

Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo followed behind, everyone's hearts pounding in their chests.