When Lu Tianqi arrived at the ward, he saw Mengmeng hugging Lu Yunshen and crying, and his heart softened completely.

He strode into the ward and saw his nephew lying motionless on the bed. His lips twitched.

"Mengmeng, your great-uncle is here." Lu Yunshen noticed his expression and whispered.

The little crybaby immediately stopped crying, wiped her face with the newspaper next to her, and forced a smile.

"Pfft!" Everyone in the ward couldn't help but burst out laughing.

A smile welled up in Lu Yunshen's eyes as he looked at his uncle and raised an eyebrow, as if showing off.

Lu Tianqi walked up to Mengmeng and squatted down, looking at her expectantly.

"Grandpa, you're so handsome," Mengmeng said with a smile, her eyes still red.

Lu Tianqi: "..."

Lin Ziyan rubbed her forehead and glared at Lu Yunshen. How did you raise your daughter?

Lu Qiuying laughed until her stomach hurt, and sat on the sofa clutching her stomach.

Xiao Jin silently sat down next to her and held her hand tightly.

I suddenly feel so envious of Lu Yunshen for having a daughter.

But when he thought about how hard his wife had worked during her pregnancy, he quickly dismissed the idea.

Mengmeng took the initiative to hug Lu Tianqi's neck and blinked her eyes: "Grandpa has a baby now, why don't you bring him back to play with Mengmeng?"

Lu Tianqi tensed up and looked at Lu Yunshen.

Lin Ziyan looked at Lu Tianqi with great interest, waiting for his answer.

Lu Qiuying felt goosebumps all over her body.

…

Back home,

Grandma Lu and Auntie Lu are helping to take care of Lu Qiuying's child.

Lu Qiuying sat down on the sofa and told the two elderly people what Mengmeng had said in the ward.

Grandma Lu narrowed her eyes. If her youngest son didn't get married soon, she wouldn't dare to go back to live in the compound.

"Mengmeng might be teasing him," Grandma Lu sighed.

Lu Qiuying didn't think so. Didn't Wang Atai say that Mengmeng should inherit her skills?

Lin Atai smiled and said, "When the time is right, we will meet again."

That mischievous Mengmeng scared Grandpa half to death the first time they met.

Lin Atai thought to herself, but didn't say it out loud.

My old friend must have already figured out something if he took a liking to Mengmeng.

There are many things in this world that science cannot solve.

Even if one has no faith, one should still revere the divine.

The three chatted for a while, and then Lin Ziyan returned with the two children.

When Grandma Lu saw Mengmeng's red eyes, her nose tingled, and she hugged and kissed her repeatedly.

Lin Atai held Dou Dou in her arms and gently stroked his hair. He fell asleep in no time.

"I wish we had come back together, so Xiao Jin wouldn't have had to make an extra trip." Lu Qiuying pulled Lin Ziyan down to sit and pushed the fruit plate towards her.

The two children were sleepy as soon as they got home and fell asleep instantly without making a fuss.

"My uncle was talking to them about something, and it wasn't convenient for me to listen in. It was also time for the two kids to take their afternoon nap, so I drove straight back," Lin Ziyan briefly explained the situation in the ward.

Lu Yunshen was seriously injured and will need to stay in the hospital for another week.

She planned to take her two children to Beijing for a trip and have someone go back to pick up Jiaojiao and the others.

It's summer vacation now, so I'm taking this opportunity to visit.

Lin Atai: "Your uncle and his family just got off the plane and will be here in a bit."

Lin Ziyan nodded; she was just about to call her uncle.

I just met General Chu, and he told me some things that are somewhat similar to my uncle's background.

Lin Ziyan has never met Old Master Qin, so she cannot draw any conclusions.

"Grandma, how old was your uncle when you brought him home?" she asked.

Mrs. Lin: "He was about twelve years old. At that time, no one wanted to adopt him because he had grown up and they were afraid of raising him for nothing."

Lin Ziyan frowned slightly. The age didn't match up, but in that turbulent era, it was possible that she had been adopted by someone.

Lin Atai recalled, "He was sitting at the door of his house. I served him a bowl of rice and chatted with him for a while. I learned that he had been begging for a living since he was separated from his parents when he was four years old."

"He originally planned to jump into the sea after finishing that meal."

Grandma sighed, her eyes welling up with tears.

There were too many tragedies in that era; many people couldn't go on living and jumped into the sea.

“I didn’t have any children at the time. Since he came to my home, how could I let him jump into the sea like that? I raised him as my own son and didn’t restrict him from doing what he wanted. This child has been ambitious since he was a child.” The old lady wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes.

She didn't care what the villagers said.

"Raising a child is never about expecting anything in return. All we want is for him to grow up to be a decent, upright person."

"If you feel at peace when you think of me as your adoptive mother, then that will be the end of our short-lived mother-son bond." A smile curved her lips, and her eyes lit up as if the clouds had parted to reveal a clear sky.

Lu Qiuying rested her chin on her hand, waiting for her grandmother to tell her the story, listening intently.

Grandma Lu patted Grandpa's hand, "Indeed, life was tough for everyone back then."

In times of turmoil, it is difficult for everyone to protect themselves.

Grandma Lin laughed and said, "My grandmother once told my fortune and said I would have no children to see me off in my old age, but now I do, don't I? An adopted son is still a son."

"Grandma, tell me more, I love to hear it." Lu Qiuying listened intently, filled with curiosity about that era.

Lin Ziyan: "Grandma, tell me again about how you chose your partner back then."

Grandma Lu's curiosity was piqued, and she looked at Grandma Lin.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, like a quiet audience member listening intently.

The sun shone brightly, and the sky was cloudless.

The tender leaves on the treetops are constantly extending upwards.

Inside the cemetery,

Qin Xiao knelt before his parents' tombstones, slowly sipping a bottle of red wine.

Why didn't you take me with you when you left?

Qin Xiao muttered to himself.

He looked at the photo on the tombstone, his eyes welling up with tears, clutching the hem of his clothes.

The Qin family members are all buried here, surrounded by heroes.

"Grandpa doesn't care at all that my shameful deeds have been exposed. He'll even help others out. Aren't I his grandson?" Qin Xiao sneered and poured more wine into his cup.

He leaned against the tombstone, tracing the outlines of his parents' photos with his fingers.

What glory? He just wanted his parents to be healthy and accompany him as he grew up.

He didn't want those empty titles.

"You're all willing to give Grandpa what he wants. You're all so selfish," Qin Xiao muttered to himself, letting out a burp.

He unbuttoned his shirt collar, his eyes revealing deep hatred.

Qi Wei led a small team to the cemetery, told everyone to put down their guns, and then went up the steps.

When Qin Xiao saw him, he continued to pour wine in front of the tombstone.

“This prosperous era is as you wished, but your only son is going to join you.” After he finished speaking, he stood up and bowed to the tombstone.

What's meant to happen will happen, and he never even considered trying to avoid it.

He couldn't stop the pace of domestic economic development, nor could he even sabotage it.

He had to admit that he lost, while everyone in the Qin family won.

“No handcuffs needed.” Qi Wei looked at his teammate next to him and shook his head.

Qin Xiao stepped out and was surrounded by the team as he walked down the steps.

Old Master Qin stood at the entrance of the cemetery, watching him get into the car without giving him a single glance.

He was filled with mixed emotions as he walked into the cemetery and climbed the steps.