Ruan Xianxian withdrew her gaze and also took back the words she was about to say about letting her grandmother live with her on the second floor.

Xie Zhenglong, full of energy, strode up the stairs carrying two suitcases, saying nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter where I stay. I'm on the first floor. I'll take you and your grandson up to settle in first."

Inside the suite on the third floor, Yan Fenghua sat on a long sofa, looking nervous. Ruan Xianxian knew this feeling of being nervous about returning home, so she deliberately teased her with a comb in her hand.

"Grandma, will you cry when you see Uncle later?"

The little old lady, tears already welling in her eyes: ? ? ?

Without even turning his head, a large slap swept across his face, saying, "Whether I cry or not is uncertain. I'll give you a slap to test your tolerance first."

Ruan Xianxian dodged left and right, "Sigh, I can't hit her."

After the grandmother and granddaughter played around for a while, the old lady's heart-pounding, bittersweet feeling disappeared without her noticing.

He sat obediently on the sofa, letting his granddaughter play with his head.

Eight years of farm life, no matter how glamorous the past, can be wasted away and leave one emaciated. In my memory, Yan Fenghua's long, black hair, as smooth as silk, is now half white.

Ruan Xianxian noticed that the roots of her previously white hair had grown a layer of black stubble. During their meeting at the farm, she had given her grandmother some basic spiritual spring water.

The improvement in physical condition has already shown initial results.

She quickly tied her hair into a bun at the back of her head and took out a wooden hairpin that she had found in the Ruan family's ancestral grave and inserted it into the bun.

The hairpin is carved with a lotus flower and is made entirely of ebony, exuding a simple yet grand style.

For some reason, the first time I saw this hairpin, I felt that it was very suitable for my grandmother in my memory.

After combing her hair, Ruan Xianxian ran up and down to get a simple velvet dress, paired with a pair of black leather shoes with chunky heels.

I took Grandma's slightly rough, warm hand and examined it closely. Hmm, she had a bit of the air of a scholarly family from the Republican era.

Forget about jewelry and cheongsams; if anyone sees them, they'll be sent back to the farm in no time.

Dressed up like this, Ruan Xianxian's vision blurred, as if she could see again the beautiful grandmother from many years ago who leaned lazily against the long table, fanning her and teaching her to read.

Leading her to the mirror, Yan Fenghua stared intently at the sandalwood hairpin slanted into her temple through the clear mirror. Her fingers gently touched it, and before she knew it, her eyes were red again…

Her voice trembled slightly, "Xianxian, where did you get this hairpin?"

Ruan Xianxian's skin tightened, and she nervously swallowed. "It was rummaged up in the Ruan family's ancestral graves. What, what happened?"

Yan Fenghua: (╬◣д◢)???!!

He turned around and slapped the monkey's arm, "What are you doing in the Ruan family's ancestral graveyard?"

Cautiously observing her grandmother's expression, she said, "I... can I say that I should go there sooner and find myself a good burial site? I don't want old man Ruan to take all the good spots."

Yan Fenghua blinked, completely bewildered.

Is this still her own granddaughter, who has been timid since childhood and only dares to bully those weaker than her and secretly do bad things?

How has Old Man Ruan managed to keep this mouth shut until now?

"Don't worry about these unimportant details." Ruan Xianxian quickly changed the subject. "Grandma, while the foreign guests are still asleep and there's no one in the corridor, I'll take you to find your great-uncle."

The door opened, and this guy knocked on the door of the next room with an unusually strong sense of thievery. Yan Fenghua, who was right behind him, felt her teeth ache. He was afraid that someone would pass by and not know that he was guilty of stealing.

Knock knock—

Who is it?

Upon hearing Old Man Sang's somewhat familiar voice, Yan Fenghua trembled.

His eyes were fixed on the door, as if trying to see his beloved family members inside through the closed door.

After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, Yan Fengqi suspiciously opened the door, only to be met with a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were so familiar they were etched into his soul, even though wrinkles had crept into the corners of those eyes...

How could Yan Fengqi not recognize his own sister? His lips trembled, the sudden surprise making him dizzy and his vision blurred.

The surrounding scenery became surreal, as if we had returned to the Yan family compound many years ago, where my sister stood under the camphor tree, her beautiful eyebrows and delicate features watching him play in the yard.

The scene shifts, and the father offends the local Green Gang because of an article. The parents are imprisoned by the police, the Yan family home is seized, and the eldest brother is running around trying to find a solution...

At the critical moment, if my sister hadn't seized the opportunity and resolutely abandoned the Yan family, donating most of her wealth to the regular army to save our parents' lives, the Yan family might not be around anymore.

Even so, the Yan family, having offended the Green Gang, was still in dire straits and had no choice but to leave this war-torn land.

Only Yan Fenghua, who had already married Ruan Kangri, was unable to escape.

The father spent half his life regretting why he wrote that article. He died in despair, and his biggest regret before his death was that he could never see his daughter again.

Yan Fengqi's lips trembled for a long time, but the word "sister" stuck in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to say it...

Ruan Xianxian was worried for him. She rolled her eyes, stuck out her butt, and said: "Go in, please."

Watching the siblings finally embrace and weep uncontrollably, Ruan Xianxian slowly closed the door, leaving some small animals to guard various parts of the hotel.

If any surprise inspection comes, she will be able to get the news immediately and take her grandmother away.

It's unlikely. With nearly half of the bigwigs from Heilongjiang Province gathered here, who would they be raiding?

I pressed my ear against the door and listened. Once I was sure the soundproofing was really good and that no matter how loudly I cried, not much of it would get through, I left feeling relieved.

Just as she was about to return to her room, Ruan Xianxian, standing at the top of the stairs, had a sudden thought. She went back to her room to get some ingredients and then went to borrow the kitchen...

He went up to the fourth floor and knocked on Feng Guang's door.

Coincidentally, he happened to be inside.

As soon as the door opened, Ruan Xianxian greeted everyone with a sweet, obedient smile: "Uncle Feng."

The moment Feng Guang called him "Uncle Feng," his old face nearly turned into a rotten persimmon with a broad smile. He made way for him, saying repeatedly, "Little Ruan is here. Come in and let's talk."

Ruan Xianxian walked into the house, where several old men were sitting, their piercing gazes seemingly trying to see through her.

Feng Guang, who was a step behind, pointed to each person and introduced them: "This is your Uncle Qin, and those are your Uncle Li and Uncle Zhao."

Ruan Xianxian called out to everyone one by one, and Feng Guang's wide grin never stopped, his tone full of smugness.

"This is my youngest son's girlfriend. Apart from being pretty and capable, she doesn't have many other advantages. What do you all think?"

Old Qin became interested: "Oh? Is it that little girl surnamed Ruan who cleaned up your mess and turned the tide?"

Who doesn't know that Feng Guang was tricked into signing a pledge in Beijing? A foreign exchange target of 5 million, a full 5 million, which is related to the development of Heilongjiang Province for the next three years. They see it and are anxious about it.

They were even prepared to achieve their goals at a loss.

Just as they were about to swallow this bitter pill, a few children from the county gave them an unexpected surprise.

Not to mention that Mu Xia's chick incubator has already attracted attention from higher authorities, Ruan Xianxian alone has revitalized the foreign guests and this exhibition.

Envious and jealous glances couldn't help but fall on Feng Guang, who was smugly pleased with himself. How could this old guy be so lucky? His son went mad, and the women he found after going mad were all exceptional.

Are their outstanding children and grandchildren unworthy of them?

Receiving the envious glances from his old friends, Feng Guang straightened his back even more, clenched his fist and covered his lips with a hiss, his voice involuntarily becoming more husky.

"Xianxian, what brings you here to see your uncle?"