When the old lady started crying, everyone panicked.
The old man hurriedly wiped his wife's tears.
"She's not dead, she's not dead. Ayu is not dead. She is Ayu..."
No matter whether the wife is willing to accept reality or not, as long as she is doing well, it doesn't matter if she lies to him.
Does it matter whether she is a granddaughter or a biological daughter?
What matters is that my wife is happy and in good health.
Shen Qinghuan stepped forward and squatted in front of the old lady. She held a tissue in her hand and helped wipe the old lady's tears.
"Grandma, it doesn't matter whether you think of me as your granddaughter Qinghuan or your daughter Ayu."
The old man looked at Shen Qinghuan and said nothing.
When Mrs. Su heard what Shen Qinghuan said, her tears stopped. She looked at Shen Qinghuan, looking at her face carefully. She reached out her old and skinny hands and carefully stroked Shen Qinghuan's face bit by bit.
Shen Qinghuan felt the warmth of the old lady's palm, and she affectionately put her face against her hand.
Old Mrs. Su's eyes suddenly became clear.
"It's Qinghuan, Shen Qinghuan, not Ayu."
Old Mrs. Su seemed to suddenly understand.
"You are Ayu's daughter."
She said it with certainty.
Shen Qinghuan nodded: "Yes, I am Ayu's daughter."
Mrs. Su suddenly smiled and said, "You're back."
In her memory, her granddaughter was taken away by bad guys and was never found.
Now I'm finally back.
Was it fate that allowed A-yu to let her go home?
Let her come back to take her place and take a good look at these family members?
Old Mrs. Su turned around and held Shen Qinghuan's hand.
"Good boy, get up quickly."
This time, the old lady suddenly realized that Shen Qinghuan was not Ayu, which really surprised and happy everyone.
"Grandma, these are my three children." Shen Qinghuan called the three little ones over.
The three little ones stood in a row and called out sweetly, "Hello, great grandma and great grandpa."
An An was still using sign language.
When Mr. Su saw An An, he was a little confused.
Shen Qinghuan explained: "An An has hearing impairment and can't speak."
Mr. Su took out three red envelopes.
"Be good." The seriousness on the old man's face completely disappeared when he looked at the three soft and adorable little guys.
None of the younger generation in their Su family are married, and he doesn't know whether he and his wife will be able to hold their great-grandchildren in this life. Now that he sees his granddaughter has given birth to three little ones, it's pretty good.
Old Master Su showed a kind expression and touched the heads of the three little ones.
Shen Qinghuan wants to take the three little ones to recognize Su Yiguang and Su Wenkai as their two uncles.
Old Master Su called out to her, "What are you in such a hurry for?"
After that, he took out a big red envelope and gave it to Shen Qinghuan: "This is from me and your grandma."
Shen Qinghuan was stunned for a moment and took it.
This red envelope is a bit big and heavy.
Second aunt He Xiangru looked at the big red envelope and couldn't help but blurt out: "Did Mom and Dad give me a set of property certificates?"
Old Master Su frowned.
Since his second daughter-in-law had mentioned it, he said directly: "It's the property certificate."
He Xiangru had a bad feeling in her heart. Her parents owned a house with an area of 1,000 square meters, and she had always wanted to come here and build a villa.
She specially asked someone to take a look at the place. Both the environment and the feng shui there were excellent. There was also a natural mountain spring that could be brought down. The water was not only drinkable and warm, but could also be used for hot spring bathing.
In the past, the house almost fell into the hands of outsiders, and later Mr. Su spent a lot of money to get it back.
Could it be that the old man gave the house and the title deed to Shen Qinghuan?
The more He Xiangru thought about it, the more uneasy she became.
She rolled her eyes and said in feigned surprise and curiosity, "It really is a house, Qinghuan, open it and take a look. The old man owns quite a few houses in good locations."
Listening to He Xiangru's words, Shen Qinghuan felt a little uncomfortable.
She hesitated, not knowing whether to open the red envelope on the spot.
He Xiangru pulled Lin Xinhui: "Sister-in-law is curious too, right?"
Lin Xinhui really wanted to say that she was not curious at all and asked him not to pull her along.
However, before she could say anything, Old Master Su said impatiently, "Just tear it down. It won't hurt to show it to them."
That’s perfect. Now that you’ve finished reading it, you can stop worrying about it.
Shen Qinghuan opened the red envelope, revealing a thick stack of property certificates and land deeds.
The moment He Xiangru saw the land deed, her face instantly darkened.
It really is that house!
Old Master Su glanced at her coldly and said to everyone, "I was originally going to give this house to Ayu, but now it's just right to give it to Ayu's child. Some of you have been thinking about it for so long, you can take a break now."
Mr. Su's words were suggestive.
He Xiangru's face became even uglier, with a hint of embarrassment.
Her second uncle, Su Wenkai, glared at her and whispered, "There are so many people here. Try to put on a good face."
He Xiangru clenched her hands and forced a smile.
Losing that house was more painful than having a hole dug in her heart. She stared at the thing in Shen Qinghuan's hand with red eyes.
She must find a way to get it!
Shen Qinghuan put the things away carefully.
"Uncle, aunt." Shen Qinghuan brought the three little ones to Su Yigang and his wife.
The three little ones followed and shouted: "Granduncle, Granduncle."
"Hey, hey, so good."
Su Yiguang looks the most like Grandpa Su, but he is not as serious as Grandpa Su. He seems to be wrapped in a layer of gentleness. Lin Xinhui also has a gentle and loving face. The two of them look like a couple.
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