Chapter 184 I Don’t Contact Him Anymore

The photo in the information is clearly of his daughter Su Min when she was a child. How could the eldest son of the Fu family have a photo of Su Min when she was a child?

The old man's hands were a little cold, and after reading the text of the missing relatives notice, his body also felt cold, and scenes from the past emerged in his mind.

He remembered that when he went back twelve years ago, the woman surnamed Zhang, who claimed to be Sumin's best friend, said that Sumin had died many years ago and handed the urn to him.

The old man put down his tablet, feeling somewhat sad, and walked to the mourning hall at home to light a stick of incense in front of his daughter's tablet.

Ms. Zhang said that Sumin left a will before her death, asking her to burn all her things. Therefore, she did not get the photos of Sumin when she grew up, and the photos displayed in the mourning hall were still those of Sumin when she was a child.

The little girl, about four or five years old, has bright eyes and looks carefree.

"Oh..." After burning incense, the old man's heart still could not calm down and he couldn't help but sigh.

He stared at the photo hanging on the wall and muttered, "Minmin, tell me, am I overthinking it? The person in that photo isn't you, is it? But how could there be another person in this world who looks exactly like you? Even the little gestures you like to take pictures with your right hand on your waist and your head tilted to the right are exactly the same? Sigh...did I really mistake you back then?"

"Old man, what are you mumbling about here?" Nian Qingyi's voice suddenly rang out in the room.

"Oh my god!" The old man was startled and quickly turned around to look around. Finally, he found his wife on the balcony on the right. She was trimming the flowers, plants and trees on the balcony.

Minmin in their family has loved flowers and plants since she was a child. She even calls herself a "little flower fairy" and a "little wood fairy" and can't walk when she sees plants she has never seen before.

Nian Qingyi would decorate the mourning hall with seasonal flowers, plants and trees every season.

"What the hell? You old man are so dishonest that you actually say such dirty words." Nian Qingyi glared at her husband with disgust, then lowered her head and continued to fiddle with the hydrangeas.

Hydrangeas are relatively delicate, and it takes several times more effort to grow them beautifully.

The old man swallowed his saliva and said helplessly: "I was scared by you."

"I'm such a grown-up person right here, and you can't see me, yet you blame me?" Nian Qingyi was very dissatisfied.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. I shouldn't have cursed in such a hurry. I was wrong. I will correct it in the future."

"So what were you mumbling to your daughter just now?"

"Nothing, I just told her what was in my heart." The old man swallowed, not daring to confess what he was muttering.

Nian Qingyi believed it because it was impossible for her husband to lie to her about this matter.

The old man had some private matters that he couldn't tell his daughter, but she didn't mind. She was already old enough, so why should she care about this?

"Let's eat, let's eat." The old man snatched the scissors from his wife's hand and led her out of the mourning hall.

While eating, the old man had thought about many things and made some decisions.

"Madam, should we also go back to Jinghai?"

Nian Qingyi paused, then looked up at her husband: "Do you want to go back?"

The old man coughed lightly and said, "Let's go back and pay respect to our ancestors. We can also teach Yuxue a lesson in person. The Nian family is dwindling. After we're gone, part of our property will be handed over to the country, and part will be left to your cousins. Yuxue is one of the heirs. If we don't teach her a lesson, what will happen if she loses?"

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. If she fails, she will have to bear the consequences." Nian Qingyi said.

The old man's mouth twitched: "This... this seems to be the case."

Nian Qingyi finally realized something was wrong and looked at her husband with a frown: "Old man, do you have any plans that you haven't told me?"

How can two childhood sweethearts, who have gone through life's ups and downs together, keep secrets?

"I just want to go back and repair the Nian family's ancestral hall and worship our ancestors. Otherwise, in a few years, we won't be able to walk." "But we already agreed to let the younger generation repair the ancestral hall, and we even wrote it in our will."

"Yes, is that true? Oh, my memory is getting worse and worse. Since we have already discussed it, let's not go back. Let's eat, eat." The old man slapped his forehead and buried his head in eating while holding the bowl.

Nian Qingyi shook her head helplessly, worrying in her heart whether her husband had Alzheimer's disease.

Jinghai, Genting Grand Court

After sending a missing relatives notice to the old man, Fu Shangbei was waiting for the old man to contact him and question him about the information on the notice. As a result, after dinner, the old man did not contact him.

"Did I guess wrong?" Fu Shangbei doubted himself.

"What did you guess? What's wrong?" Yan Nuo quietly hugged the man from behind and lay on his back. Of course, there was a belly between them, so she was not completely scared.

Fu Shangbei was very worried. He quickly turned around and gently touched her belly with his palm. His eyes were gentle and helpless. "You were quite strong when you leaned over just now."