Shen Zhihuan was taken aback, thinking that Cheng Xiangling was joking with her, and just smiled and agreed.

"I also feel that Xiangling and I click really well. If you stay here often in the future, remember to come visit me more often!"

"No problem, as long as Sister Zhihuan, Aunt Zhao, and Grandma Xie don't find me annoying."

"This girl."

Zhao Haiyin and Grandma Xie couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.

It was getting late, and Cheng Xiangling should head back now.

The two then got up and started preparing their things, asking Cheng Xiangling to take them back along the way.

"Don't be fooled by the big bags and small packages. They're all filled with food that your Grandma Xie and I made ourselves. They're not worth much, so you and Wanwan don't need to feel pressured."

Cheng Xiangling thanked them sweetly before reluctantly leaving the Xie family home.

On her way back, she was still thinking about Shen Zhihuan.

Whether it looks familiar or not, it's probably just a coincidence.

After all, good-looking people often have many similarities, and Shen Zhihuan is so beautiful that it's normal for people to feel close to her.

Cheng Xiangling couldn't help but laugh whenever she recalled Shen Zhihuan's face.

"Sister Zhihuan is just like the celebrity posters on the wall at home, a pleasure to look at."

Speaking of celebrities, she suddenly thought of her uncle, whom she rarely saw each other more than a few times a year due to the nature of his work.

Actually, when you think about it, their family also has a very famous and influential member.

Cheng Xiangling's former aunt was a super beautiful and capable woman with a great personality; she was very gentle with both her and her sister.

My aunt loves her daughter and has always been very protective of her.

After being criticized by relatives who favored sons over daughters the first time she brought her youngest daughter back to the village for the Lunar New Year, my aunt never brought her daughter back again.

At that time, Cheng Xiangling was naive and foolishly looked forward to the Spring Festival so that she could see her beautiful aunt whom she had been longing to see.

From a young age, she felt that her aunt was different. Although her clothes and appearance were no different from her family members, she was so beautiful that she couldn't help but look at her more often.

Back then, the villagers often teased her, saying that her uncle was so boring and his wife was so beautiful and from the city, she would run away sooner or later.

Cheng Xiangling was so angry that she screamed, feeling that her uncle and aunt were the perfect match.

But before she could grow up, the relationship between her uncle and aunt suddenly broke down.

The two suddenly separated for many years and had almost no contact in between.

Every year during the Lunar New Year, Cheng Xiangling felt very uncomfortable seeing her uncle's dejected appearance and couldn't help but pester him to ask her more and more questions.

"Uncle, are you and Aunt really divorced?"

Each time, her uncle would just pat her head and say with a bitter smile, "I'm sorry to her. I lost the most important person in my life."

After being criticized by her parents once, Cheng Xiangling dared not ask again and kept this beautiful aunt-in-law deep in her heart.

She thought she would never have the chance to see her again in her life, until recently, when she actually saw her aunt on TV.

The gentle figure in my memory has gradually faded away, replaced by the image of my aunt holding a microphone, standing in front of the camera, singing with a radiant glow.

After many years, Cheng Xiangling once again felt that feeling of being thoroughly amazed.

Even though she didn't understand much about singing, she could tell that her aunt was a professional singer. Her voice was so high and ethereal, and her rendition of revolutionary songs was particularly moving.

She couldn't help but stare at the screen again and again, immersed in the beautiful singing.

It wasn't until the end of the show that Cheng Xiangling came to her senses and cautiously asked her mother.

"Mom, was that singer on TV just now my aunt?"

Mom nodded, her gaze towards the television screen carrying a complex expression.

"She's still so outstanding, even after all this time."

From her mother, Cheng Xiangling learned that her aunt had joined the Central Philharmonic Orchestra and become a very famous solo singer.

The distance between her and the Cheng family had become too great.

Cheng Xiangling was relieved to receive a message from her aunt again, but saddened that they would probably never have any contact again.

She buried this past event deep in her heart and deliberately tried to forget it.

It wasn't until her friend started singing her aunt's particularly festive song that she couldn't help but hum along a few lines.

Cheng Xiangling then realized that even though she would never see her aunt again, she still felt good about her aunt.

Her friends were a little surprised that Cheng Xiangling could sing this song.

"I didn't expect Xiangling to like this singer so much. I never see you discussing these things with others. I thought you weren't interested in these things."

After many years, Cheng Xiangling still wants to show off her beautiful aunt to everyone.

But when the words were on the tip of her tongue, she suddenly found it difficult to say them.

Do women still want their aunts to call them "aunt" these days?

Cheng Xiangling retracted her original statement that she wanted to reveal her identity.

As she listened to her friends showering her with praise, she felt a little happy for her aunt in her heart and responded in kind:

"Yes, I really enjoy listening to her songs."

As Cheng Xiangling walked alone in the alley, listening to the lively sounds and laughter coming from the surrounding houses, she couldn't help but feel a little lost.

For my aunt, who is now living a very successful life, her family must be considered one of the truly poor relatives.

People in her hometown village all know that her former aunt has now become a singer who appears on important television occasions.

But not everyone can truly offer her their sincere blessings.

Whenever the sharp-tongued villagers talked about Auntie, their tone inevitably carried a hint of criticism.

"I've noticed that Old Cheng's son has been single all these years. Could it be that he's still thinking about his ex-wife? I wonder if they're even divorced. What kind of behavior is that!"

"You should get rid of that idea as soon as possible. Now that he's a star performer, he has to perform on all kinds of galas and he's making a lot of money. How could he possibly look down on people like us who come from humble backgrounds in the countryside?"

"Exactly. Instead of daydreaming all day, we should find a matchmaker as soon as possible and arrange another marriage."

"Speaking of which, my aunt has a daughter who is not married yet. We can bring her over for the Cheng family to meet and discuss."

Cheng Xiangling was very stubborn, and she always felt that her aunt was not the kind of person who looked down on the poor and loved the rich.

She knew the woman the village aunties wanted to introduce to her uncle, but that woman was not only old and ugly, but also unhygienic.

Does a divorced person really become worthless, as the villagers say?

Cheng Xiangling scoffed at these words; her aunt was so beautiful and outstanding.

Even if she gets divorced twice or three times, let alone once, there will still be plenty of people who like her!

Cheng Xiangling couldn't reason with the village women, so she could only hide in a corner and grieve in silence.

She recalled how her aunt would always smile and lift her up high whenever she saw her when she was little.

The more Cheng Xiangling thought about it, the more upset she became, and her nose started to sting.