"grandmother!"

"mother!"

Jiang Jinxiu and Zhou Wenjing's exclamations rang out simultaneously, breaking the silence.

Gu Xichen reacted the fastest, rushing forward and catching Grandma Luo in his arms before she fell to the ground.

"Quick, come inside!"

Jiang Junrong also came to his senses, his voice changed, and all the color drained from his face.

A group of people hurriedly carried Old Lady Luo back to the main room that had just been cleaned up and gently placed her on the bed.

Jiang Jinxiu looked at her grandmother's tightly closed eyes and pale lips, and her heart ached.

Such extreme joy and sorrow is too much for the old man to bear.

Without thinking twice, she used the act of wiping her grandmother's face as a cover to quickly take out a small cup of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage and said to Zhou Wenjing beside her, "Mom, quick, give Grandma some water."

Zhou Wenjing was completely at a loss when she heard her daughter say this. She quickly took the cup and used a small spoon to feed Grandma Luo little by little.

As the spring water entered her mouth, Grandma Luo's tightly furrowed brows seemed to relax a little.

Jiang Jinxiu reached out again and gently pinched her grandmother's philtrum.

She was extremely anxious; what kind of situation was this?!

They finally reunited with their family, thinking it would be a happy reunion, but then this huge mess was revealed.

Grandpa's death was not an accident; he was murdered by the person he trusted most!

This is something no one could bear, let alone a grandmother who experienced it firsthand.

"How is it? How is Grandma?" Jiang Jinhua peeked out from the doorway, wringing her hands anxiously.

"Don't come in yet, let Grandma rest."

Gu Xichen stood at the door, blocking him outside, then turned to Jiang Junrong and said, "Dad, those people outside need to be dealt with."

Jiang Junrong was in a state of utter confusion. Looking at his unconscious mother on the bed, and thinking of the traitor Feng Jingui and Wang Shi'an who had killed his father, a huge wave of grief and helplessness surged into his heart.

He had never even seen his father's face in his entire life, and only today did he learn that his father had been murdered.

"Call the police."

He said in a hoarse voice, "They are thieves, hand them over to the police."

Gu Xichen shook his head: "Dad, we can't just call the police like this."

"Why?" Jiang Junrong asked, puzzled.

“They know the secret of the cellar and mentioned Feng Jingui and what happened back then. If we just hand it over to the police, things will become very complicated. The secrets of the ancestral home, the Zhao family's treasures, and even the cause of Grandpa's death will all be unearthed. Making too much noise before things are clear will not do us any good,” Gu Xichen analyzed calmly.

Moreover, they are currently operating in the open, while Feng Jingui and his group are operating in the shadows. Who knows if they have other forces or connections?

He walked up to the thieves who were tightly bound, squatted down, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "How do you want to settle this matter today?"

The skinny leader stared at him, trembling. The man's aura was terrifying, more so than any ruthless person he had ever seen.

"Hero, hero, spare our lives! We were blind to your greatness, we dare not do it again! Please treat us like dirt and let us go!"

"Let you go?"

Jiang Jinhua was furious when she heard this. She walked over and kicked him: "Dream on! You stole our things and even made my grandma faint. It would be too lenient for you not to be sent to jail!"

“We can pay you back! We’ll give you all our money!” another fat man cried out.

Gu Xichen ignored their wailing and simply said, "You're going to the 'Peace Hotel' tonight to see that Feng Jingui, right?"

“Yes…yes…” The skinny monkey nodded vigorously.

"very good."

Gu Xichen stood up. "Tonight, you take us there. If you can help us find him, I can pretend today's events never happened. But if you dare to try anything funny..."

He didn't say anything more, but the thieves were already terrified and kept promising, "No, no! We'll definitely lead the way! We'll definitely atone for our crimes!"

Gu Xichen then looked at Jiang Junrong: "Dad, lock these people up first, we'll use them tonight. Our most important thing right now is to wait for Grandma to wake up and find out what happened back then."

Just then, Zhou Wenjing's joyful voice, tinged with tears, came from inside the house: "She's awake! She's awake! Mother's awake!"

Everyone rushed into the house.

Grandma Luo had opened her eyes, but her gaze was empty as she stared blankly at the roof beam, as if she hadn't yet recovered from that enormous blow.

“Grandma.” Jiang Jinxiu sat down on the edge of the bed and gently took her cold hand in hers.

Grandma Luo's eyes moved, and her gaze slowly moved to Jiang Jinxiu's face. After looking at her for a long time, tears silently streamed down her face again.

"Mom, how are you feeling? Would you like some more water?" Zhou Wenjing asked with concern.

Grandma Luo shook her head. She didn't look at anyone else, but stared intently at Jiang Junrong. Her gaze seemed to be looking through him at the gentle and refined young man from decades ago.

"Anbang..." she finally spoke, her voice hoarse.

“Mother, I’m here,” Jiang Junrong quickly replied.

"You...you look just like your father."

Grandma Luo reached out her trembling hand, wanting to stroke her son's face, but then stopped in mid-air: "How could I not have seen it before? How could I have been so foolish..."

"Mother, please don't say that, it's not your fault." Jiang Junrong felt extremely sad.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault..."

Grandma Luo's tears flowed even more fiercely: "I should have thought of it sooner, I should have opened that box sooner! Your father... he warned me a long time ago..."

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