Song Yunchao was the happiest. In his old age, he not only had a granddaughter, but also three grandsons. He patted each of their little heads.
Then he picked up Chou Chou, excitedly kissed his little forehead, and his eyes welled up with tears.
The Song family line did not die out.
"Which one is Xiao Kong? Which one is Xiao Feng?"
The two children were only a year apart but the same age, both malnourished and thin, and he couldn't tell them apart.
"Grandpa, I am Xiao Kong."
"Grandpa, I'm Xiaofeng."
The two brothers spoke in unison.
"Alright, alright, with Grandpa here, I won't let you suffer anymore. From now on, Shishi will be your older sister and Chou Chou will be your younger brother. You must love each other."
“Yes, Grandpa,” the two brothers replied in unison again.
"Alright, let's go home first. Children, I'm your great-uncle. Come on, let's go home."
Zhou Lie led one person to each hand and got them into the car.
Grandpa Xiao held his wife's hand in one hand and Shishi's hand in the other.
They all left, leaving the three of them carrying their luggage, ignored by everyone.
Xiao Hong shook his head and chuckled. Was this a case of wanting grandchildren but not grandsons-in-law?
"Xiao Lu, you've finally come back to Beijing! Your grandma has been missing you terribly."
Lu Fan was the son of a family with whom he had a long-standing friendship. He was very familiar with them and had also met Xie Lin and Zhang Dong, who were both acquaintances.
"Xiao Xie, Xiao Zhang, don't be shy, get in the car."
"Yes, sir."
Xiao Hong waved his hand, "We're not in the army, just call me Uncle Xiao."
"Xiao Xie, you've taken our little flower away. You'd better treat her well, or you'll have to face my hard fists."
He raised a fist the size of a sandbag, paused, and added, "The Xiao family has more than one pair of hard fists."
"I will treat her well, Uncle, please don't worry."
Xie Lin sincerely assured her that his wife was, of course, good to her.
After the three cars slowly drove away, several young men and women got out. The man among them had a furrowed brow and was clearly displeased.
"Did I hear that right? That girl called Grandpa Xiao 'Grandpa' and Grandma Xiao 'Grandma'?"
Compared to the girl, the man whose profile he could only see made him more uncomfortable.
Could it be him, Xiao Xie, whose surname is Xie?
He also recognized the other two old men; he had seen them in the courtyard when he recently visited his maternal grandfather's house.
Although their identities are unclear, their imposing presence suggests considerable power. If that man truly is that person, then wouldn't that mean...?
“I heard it right, I heard it too. She called those three people ‘grandpa’ and that old lady ‘grandma.’ She’s really pretty, just my type.”
"It's a pity I have to catch the train, otherwise I would definitely go up and make some connections."
The person who said this was a very outgoing girl, carrying a small, exquisitely made leather suitcase, clearly from a wealthy family.
She's attracted to good looks and prefers pretty and cute little girls and boys.
Even when asking for directions, she prefers to ask pretty old ladies.
Beautiful things can make people feel good and eliminate all worries.
The group we were talking about earlier—not only was the girl pretty, but the little boy was also good-looking, with rosy lips and white teeth. I really wanted to pinch his chubby little face.
“Brother, Sister Ying, are you deaf? Her surname is Zhou, not Xiao. She has three grandfathers and two grandmothers. She is obviously a godparent.”
The girl pouted, looking somewhat dissatisfied.
"Hmph, what kind of Xiao family member is this, trying to climb the social ladder? I should be the Xiao family's granddaughter. My maternal grandmother has been in contact with the Xiao family all along. Who would have thought that after being away for so long, Old Madam Xiao would come back with a granddaughter? It makes me so angry."
Gu Ying, who was rubbing her fingers together in a daydream, immediately frowned upon hearing this.
"Xie Miao, what does it matter to you whether I heard you correctly or not? Your mouth is so foul, do you believe I'll slap you?"
She is indeed from the performing arts troupe, but dancing doesn't equate to weakness; her fists can be used as punching bags.
Hmph, dare to mess with me? I'll punch her until she becomes a pig's head.
"Ah Ying, Miao Miao didn't mean it. Look, she even talked about Brother Hao, didn't she?"
"She just likes the Xiao family too much and can't get over it right now, so don't take it to heart."
The speaker was a refined young woman with a smile on her face and a gentle gaze.
"Miaomiao, apologize to your sister Ying. Don't speak so quickly in the future. If you're too hasty, your words will become distorted."
"Those who know you will know it was unintentional, but those who don't will think you did it on purpose, do you understand?"
Xie Miao felt uncomfortable after being rebuked by Gu Ying, but since her sister-in-law had spoken, she had no choice but to go along with it.
"Sister Ying, I'm sorry. I was just anxious and said the wrong thing. Please don't mind."
Gu Ying snorted, but for the sake of her good friend, she didn't press the matter further and took the lead in carrying her luggage into the station.
Lou Xiaomin tugged at her husband's sleeve, "Brother Hao, what's wrong?"
I noticed something was off with my husband just now. Why was he staring at another man like that?
Xie Hao snapped out of his daze. "It's nothing, I just felt like that person looked familiar?"
"How so?"
As her husband's wife, Lou Xiaomin knew him better than anyone else; he wouldn't usually be so distraught over something that wasn't important to him.
"Don't you think he looks a bit like Dad? And his last name is Xie."
Having married into the Xie family, Lou Xiaomin knew a little about their affairs.
She knew that her father-in-law was remarried and had a son from his previous marriage.
"I didn't see his face, but I don't think it was him. It's probably just someone with the same surname."
Not everyone can be as lucky as the father-in-law to leave the countryside. How successful can a child who is abandoned by his father be? At best, he will just be left to fend for himself in the countryside.
No one is as successful as her husband, who became a battalion commander at such a young age.
Although it would be far from Beijing, her father-in-law said that if she went there to work hard for a few years, it would be easier to get promoted afterward than to stay here. She was waiting to become the youngest regimental commander's wife.
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