"Grandpa Qiao, my matter isn't urgent. You've come to see Grandma Wang?"

Qiao Jie nodded and pulled Chunming aside to ask about the Jiang family.

"You're back. You just arrived last night. I heard Jiang Xintong came directly from her husband's family. The old lady can't eat anything anymore. Why don't you go and see her? Qiao'er has something to do and can't come back in time. You going there will be a good way to represent her."

However, please don't stay at their house for too long; I'm afraid it will upset you."

Qiao Jie patted Chunming on the shoulder and said, "Your grandpa Qiao has seen it all. I'm used to the Jiang family. Go to work and do your job well."

Patting Chunming on the shoulder, the old man had only taken a few steps when Song Lianfeng, who came out of the house, called him back.

“Grandpa, let’s go together. I’ll go see Grandma too.”

When the two entered the Jiang family's courtyard, they saw Jiang Xintong washing diapers while crying.

Niu Guihua's family did not show up at all; there was no one at home, and the door was locked.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Xintong looked up and said, "Uncle Qiao, sister-in-law, what brings you here?"

Qiao Jie gestured with his chin toward the side room. "Where are they?"

Jiang Xintong sighed, "They went back to their home, saying they had guests and it wasn't appropriate to entertain them here."

Song Lianfeng shook her head. "Anyway, you know what kind of people they are. Don't get angry with them. How is your mother? Has she had lunch?"

Jiang Xintong shook her head with red and swollen eyes. "I didn't eat anything, I just drank some rice porridge. Uncle Qiao, please take a look at my mother, is there really no other way?"

Qiao Jie sighed, "If there were any other way, I wouldn't have said those things. Girl, try to be more understanding. I'm going inside to see your mother."

When Wang Dahua saw her two old neighbors coming over, she opened her eyes, which had been closed. However, as soon as she took Qiao Jie and Song Lianfeng's hands, she burst into tears, tears streaming down her face like beads from a broken string.

“Sister, tell the children what you want to eat. Don’t be stingy. Qiao’er has gone out on business. If she comes back, the children will definitely come to see you.”

Song Lianfeng chimed in, "That's right. Qiao'er is such a filial child. She was just tied up with something. Otherwise, she would have come back to see you long ago."

Although Wang Dahua's speech was unclear, she suddenly uttered, "I—regret—"

Song Lianfeng sighed, "Auntie, don't think so much. Let's try to think things through. Besides, your daughter is back to take care of you. What more could you want?"

Wang Dahua couldn't say it, but her granddaughter told her that Jiang Qiao paid for and provided the receipts for all the clothes she wore in her old age and for her funeral.

As for Jiang Qiao, although she doesn't go out, she has heard the two children talk about her. The children are busier than adults and are not at home all year round. When they go out, they never forget to bring her things.

This time, she truly regretted it. She couldn't see clearly until the crucial moment. Now that it's come to this, she knows in her heart that her days are numbered. But even in her current state, none of her son, daughter-in-law, grandson, or granddaughter have come to her side to offer any comfort or buy her anything.

Without comparison, there is no harm; but what's the use of regret?

There was nothing she could do; she had truly missed out on a dutiful granddaughter and had deeply hurt that child.

Looking at Qiao Jie's radiant complexion, I'm truly envious. She's so much older than me, and with that kind of health, she could easily live another ten or eight years. It's a pity that I don't have that chance.

It is said that a dying person speaks kind words, and Song Lianfeng and the others could see it in Wang Dahua's expression and tone. It's a pity, it's too late for regrets, there's no medicine for regret in this world.

If she had continued living with Jiang Qiao back then, perhaps Wang Dahua would be in a different situation today.

"Auntie, please have Uncle Qiao pass this message on to Jiang Qiao. That girl is perfect and understands how you feel. Take good care of yourself. I have to go to work now, I'll come see you again later."

Qiao Jie took Wang Dahua's pulse, but didn't say anything in front of her. After leaving the room, he told Jiang Xintong about the old lady's condition.

"Let's get it done in the next couple of days. Everything that needs to be prepared is ready, so there's no need to rush. If anything happens, just call us for help. Even though I'm getting old, I still know a few people."

"Take this money and save it for your mother's funeral. Since Qiao'er isn't here, consider it the child's last act of kindness towards her grandmother."

Jiang Xintong didn't want it. Her daughter had already told her that Jiang Qiao had given her money before. How could she possibly take his money again? Her own son and grandson hadn't given her a single penny.

"Sir, Qiao'er has already given it to you, you can't accept this—"

Qiao Jie slapped her hand shut, glaring at her. "Take it if I give it to you. It's not easy for anyone. You still have to support your family. If I give you too much, things will be difficult for you too. Don't let this cause a fight between you two."

It's not much money, just the idea, please accept it.

"Good child, please put in extra effort these next few days. Your mother was confused before, but now that she understands, things have already turned out this way, sigh—"

No one expected that Wang Dahua would take her last breath that very night. Her daughter, son-in-law, and grandson were all by her side, but her son and his family were the only ones missing.

Jiang Ping and the others rushed back early the next morning after hearing the news. However, faced with the contemptuous looks from the old and young men in the courtyard, even the thick-skinned Niu Guihua felt ashamed. Mainly, she dared not look at people, as everyone was glaring at them with anger.

Especially since the old lady is gone, even if she wanted to cause trouble, probably no one would be on their side.

After Wang Dahua's funeral, this matter resurfaced. When Jiang Ping's family returned to the house allocated to him by his factory for the Spring Festival, Wang Dahua made it clear to the neighborhood committee that the main house would be left entirely to her daughter and grandson, and her son would not be given a single room.

Because of this, Niu Guihua practically caused a huge scene in the courtyard after the funeral. She still had a son, and her daughter wasn't married yet. The house there was also too small to accommodate everyone.

Actually, Wang Dahua hadn't gone too far. No matter how unfilial they were, they were still her own son and grandson. She had a lot of disappointment and resentment in her heart, but in the end, she still left a way out for Jiang Ping's family.

The house built in the yard will be temporarily for Jiang Ping's family to live in. However, they can only live in this house if conditions permit. Expansion is not allowed. The rest of the yard belongs to her daughter.

If Niu Guihua and her family continue to cause trouble, the house can be demolished immediately, because the land also belongs to Jiang Xintong.

In Qiao Jie's view, Wang Dahua's departure was an attempt to make amends for the mistakes her son's family had made against their daughter years ago.

However, Niu Guihua and her family did not think so. Why should they, as the sons, receive the majority of the money? Why didn't they get a single room in the main house? They had taken care of the elderly before, hadn't they?