Zhang Meiling came out of the kitchen with a few sets of clean tableware and saw her husband sitting on the sofa with a pale face. Zhang Meiling thought Chen Jianguo was sick and was so scared that she almost dropped the dishes in her hands and screamed:

"Old Chen, what's wrong with you——!"

Chen Jianguo came back to his senses, looked at his wife blankly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are you feeling unwell? Why do you look so bad?"

Chen Jianguo rubbed his face and gave Zhang Meiling a wry smile: "No, it's just that I encountered a lot of strange things on my way home today..."

Zhang Meiling knew that Lao Chen was not having a heart attack, so she felt relieved. She placed the tableware on the dining table one by one and scolded her husband: "What kind of strange thing could you have encountered? Something big happened in our family today. Let me tell you..."

Before Zhang Meiling finished speaking, the doorbell rang. She put down her dishes and went to open the door. Standing outside the door were Mrs. Sun and Zhang Meiling's brother and sister. They were brought in by the security guard Shunzi. When he saw Zhang Meiling open the door, he quickly said flatteringly:

"Aunt Zhang, your old lady and your brothers and sisters came to see you and Uncle Chen, so I brought them in myself!"

Zhang Meiling was stunned and replied, "Ah, thank you, your name is..."

"Shunzi!"

"Shunzi, yes, Shunzi, thank you for your hard work, go back to work!"

Shunzi bowed and walked away. Zhang Meiling watched him from behind and spat inwardly: She knew this little security guard. He was usually indifferent to her family. Once, she went to the supermarket and bought something too heavy, so she wanted him to help carry it home, but he used the excuse of being on guard and refused to help. Today, he was uncharacteristically attentive. Didn't he know Qingshan and Xiaoluo's identities? What a bunch of snobs!

Old Mrs. Sun, her son, and her youngest daughter walked in, all looking bewildered. They muttered, "He usually doesn't even say hello to me, but why is he being so overly attentive today? Is this kid possessed by some evil spirit?"

Qingshan's uncle, Zhang Yongnian, was also puzzled. "Sister, when I came to your house before, the security guards at the gate wanted to ask me the color of my underwear. But today, when I told them we were looking for the owner of Villa No. 8, they acted like lapdogs. Not only did they skip the registration process, they even rushed to get us here. It's so abnormal!"

"Second brother, please stop talking. Why don't you just bring us in? Stop meddling! Sister, is Xiaoshan back? Where is he? Let me see him. I haven't seen him in so long, I miss him so much!"

Zhang Yongnian is 35 years old and works as a laboratory analyst in a chemical factory. His wife Cao Xia is a salesperson in a shopping mall. They have a ten-year-old son, Zhang Lei, who is in the fourth grade of elementary school.

Zhang Limei is Qingshan's aunt. She works as a lobby manager in a four-star hotel. Her husband Li Guodong is a chef. Her son Li Jianpeng is five years old and went to his grandmother's house. He didn't come today.

Although the family is not rich, they are harmonious. The sisters and sisters-in-law have never had any quarrels and have a good relationship.

Qingshan and her two younger brothers were much older than each other. Before she was six years old, she was the only one favored by the whole family. Even after her two younger brothers were born, the family still preferred Qingshan, the only girl, more.

Zhang Limei had always hoped to have a girl, but unfortunately, she gave birth to a boy instead. So she always treated Qingshan like her own daughter. The last time she saw Qingshan was during the National Day holiday. It had been more than three months since they last met, and Zhang Limei missed him.

"Xiaoshan is cooking in the kitchen. Go wash your hands and get ready to eat!"

Zhang Limei and Li Guodong cleaned the table and set the tableware and dishes. Cao Xia took Zhang Lei to the bathroom to wash their hands. Zhang Yongnian and Chen Jianguo went to the basement to get two jars of medicinal wine made by Qingshan.

Seeing that her children were busy, Old Lady Sun held her eldest daughter's hand, her face worried: "Meiling, is it okay for you to let Mom come back so soon? The Tian family..."

Zhang Meiling took her mother's hand and comforted her: "Mom, the Tian family's affairs are settled. No one will dare to gossip about Qingshan in the future, and no one will dare to steal vegetables. You can live peacefully!"