What's going on? The old man from Hong Kong and Taiwan doesn't look like a ghost at all!

Everyone scrambled to start rescuing Zhao Sufeng again.

Even Li Hanzhong's wife was a little unsure now. Why did her mother-in-law's fainting look so real this time?

At this moment, Doctor Gu also arrived.

With a nonchalant air, the old man took out a handful of silver needles from his small medicine box and, with a few quick "swishes," inserted more than a dozen silver needles into his head, face, and fingers.

A moment later, Zhao Sufeng slowly woke up. She stared straight at the Hong Kong and Taiwan old man and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Are you a human or a ghost?

That's quite intriguing.

These two clearly know each other!

Clearly, there's more to their story.

Li Xiangdong looked at his second aunt Zhao Sufeng with great interest, and then at the old man from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Strangely enough, the elderly man from Hong Kong and Taiwan scrutinized Zhao Sufen for a long time but still couldn't recognize her.

Do you recognize me? Who are you?

When the two questions came up, Zhao Sufeng almost coughed up blood.

Zhao Sufeng struggled to sit up and pointed her trembling finger at the old man from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

She was about to say something when her gaze inadvertently fell on her eldest son, Li Hanzhong, whose face was covered in grime. Suddenly, she deflated like a punctured balloon.

Zhao Sufeng struggled to get off the kang (a heated brick bed), grabbed Li Hanzhong's hand, and walked outside.

Everyone was baffled by her actions, especially the elderly men from Hong Kong and Taiwan who were completely confused.

But it's good that she left; I thought this old lady was trying to scam me!

He dusted off his sleeves and asked Li Jin beside him with a smile:

"Brother, I've come here mainly to ask you about someone! Has Zhao Sufeng married into your village? Could you arrange for us to meet? I'm Qian Shiren from Zhao Erjie Village. We're old acquaintances."

Li Jin: "Huh?"

Others: "..."

All eyes turned to Zhao Sufen.

Zhao Sufeng had just stepped to the door when she heard his words and stopped abruptly.

Li Hanzhong stopped in his tracks. "Mother, this person is looking for you..."

Zhao Sufeng's face was tense as she gripped Li Hanzhong's wrist tightly. "Go! Come with me right now!"

She was so eager to escape this place that she fainted again in her excitement.

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Li Xiangdong's living room.

Qian Shiren sat in a small armchair, looking at Zhao Sufen with disbelief.

"Tsk tsk, I'm getting old, really getting old."

As he spoke, he stood up again and circled around Zhao Sufeng once more. "Sufeng, I remember you're two years younger than me, right? You just turned sixty this year! How come you look so old! Sigh, you look older than my mother!"

Zhao Sufeng looked embarrassed and lowered her head without saying a word.

Li Hanzhong glanced at Qian Shiren, then at his mother, and said with dissatisfaction, "Uncle, if you can't speak properly, then don't. You're not young anymore, why are you so talkative!"

Qian Shiren choked, then curiously glanced at Li Hanzhong, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

He started circling around Li Hanzhong again.

Li Hanzhong: Is this old man a donkey? He's always circling around other people!

What's wrong with you?!

Qian Shiren moved closer to Zhao Sufeng and said, "Sister Sufeng, is this...?" He pointed to Li Hanzhong, "our son?"

This is absolutely shocking!

Li Hanzhong lived for 43 years, and he never expected that at this age, a biological father would suddenly appear out of nowhere!

There are only three people in the house now: Qian Shiren, Zhao Sufeng, and Li Hanzhong. The doors and windows are closed.

But Zhao Sufeng inexplicably felt that countless people were watching them.

"Isn't that right, Su Fen?"

Qian Shiren excitedly spun around the room, stroking his slicked-back hair and laughing as he said, "So alike! It really is! The eyes, nose, and mouth are just like mine! Handsome!"

When an old man suddenly appeared and questioned Li Hanzhong's lineage, he was instantly enraged, his neck turning red and veins bulging.

"Who are you? Are you crazy? Running around spouting nonsense here! Damn it, I'll kill you, you old bastard..."

Li Hanzhong was an honest man, but honest men can be even more terrifying when they get angry. He directly swung his fist to hit Qian Shiren.

He didn't know why he was so angry; all he wanted to do was get rid of this eyesore of an old man in front of him.

It might be because of Zhao Sufeng's tacit approval, or it might be because he noticed that the old man in front of him looked eight or nine parts like himself.

Regardless of the reason, a strange anger surged into his mind, compelling him to take action.

Li Hanzhong was used to farm work and was in his prime. He was strong and powerful, with fists as big as buckets.

Just as Li Hanzhong's fist was about to land on Qian Shiren's face, Zhao Sufeng suddenly cried out, "Stop! Stop!"

She covered her face and wept bitterly, crying, "He's your own father!"

Li Hanzhong's fist fell limply to the ground. His face was filled with humiliation, his eyes bloodshot, and he cried out in grief and indignation, "Mother—"

So many things remained unsaid, yet what was there between mother and son that they didn't understand?

At Zhao Sufeng's age, this situation had been repeated countless times in her nightmares over the past forty years.

So she quickly calmed down.

"Qian Shiren, you came to see me today just to acknowledge my son, didn't you?"

Qian Shiren nodded.

"You look like a rich man from your clothes. You've been out there all these years, I don't believe you haven't gotten married and had children. Why do you have to come looking for me and my son now?"

Qian Shiren felt guilty, "I have money now..."

Zhao Sufeng interrupted him impatiently, "Speak your hometown dialect! You're a native of Zhao Erjie Village, what are you pretending to be an overseas Chinese for! Your slurred speech makes me uncomfortable!"

Qian Shiren was speechless for a moment, then forced a bitter smile and said, "My sister's voice isn't as pleasant as it used to be..."

"Let's get down to business!"

Qian Shiren's lyrical musings were once again ruthlessly interrupted, and he became somewhat irritated.

"Good! Good! Good! Zhao Sufeng, don't blame me for abandoning you after starting something. I had no choice but to go to Hong Kong. All these years, I have no children. Your second uncle said that you were pregnant with my child, so I came looking for you."

Qian Shiren abandoned his pretense of being a civilized person and casually sat down in the chair.

“I am now worth millions, but unfortunately none of my women can have children. I am now looking for Hanzhong to bring him to Hong Kong to inherit the family business.”

He looked at Li Hanzhong with particular kindness, "My son, you've suffered so much these past years. From now on, you'll enjoy a life of happiness with your father!"

Zhao Sufeng slowly closed her eyes. "How much money did you give my second uncle?"

Qian Shiren scoffed, "Your second uncle, that old geezer, is still as greedy as he was when he was young. He asked for five hundred yuan from me!"

Zhao Sufeng felt as if all her energy and spirit had been drained away.

She asked coolly, "Forty-three years have passed, and you're not even going to ask me how I've survived?"