Chapter 679 The Cruel Truth

Seeing her like this, Yuan Baobao frowned unconsciously.

"Let's talk it over. Don't kneel down to the little princess all the time!"

Xiu'er had grown into a big girl, a head taller than Yuan Baobao, with a sturdy figure, and she also knew a little martial arts. After returning from studying, she became Yuan Baobao's personal bodyguard, also a maid.

Yuan Baobao also said, "Auntie, you better get up first!"

The old woman knelt on the ground, crying and crying but didn't get up.

Seeing her like this, Yuan Baobao's face flashed with a trace of displeasure: "If you say this, I will leave!"

"Let's talk it over. I don't mind helping you if I can. But if you are looking for your son, I can't help you here!"

The old woman burst into tears, and tears fell without money. Such deep sorrow made many people feel sad.

Because of the old woman's noise, many people gathered around.

Yuan Baobao glanced at the teahouse at the back. It was opened by her. This affected her business.

Yuan Baobao thought about it, and let someone help the old woman up and go into the teahouse together.

The onlookers also rushed in. In the blink of an eye, the hall was crowded with people.

Of course, there were many people who came to drink tea, and the waiter was so busy that he almost wiped out sparks.

The old woman had been helped to sit on a chair and drank a cup of hot tea. Yuan Baobao also asked someone to prepare some snacks for her.

It can be seen that he has been having a very bad time recently.

"Tell me about your business!"

The little girl sat there calmly, and Yuan Baobao was very calm now.

Many people have asked her for help over the years. Yuan Baobao doesn't mind helping those who can, but if she can't help, or those who don't come to her, Yuan Baobao won't intervene.

After staying here for a long time, the little girl has her own way of doing things.

Anyway, her parents just let her do what she wants.

In addition, given the little girl's status, no one dares to make her angry.

Yuan Baobao still felt a little uncomfortable when seeing the old woman like this today.

This was a bit like moral kidnapping.

"Little princess, I know that what I did just now was very presumptuous, but I really had no choice!"

The old woman told her story with tears in her eyes, and Yuan Baobao felt a little sad.

This old woman lived in a town a few hundred miles away from the capital. Her family originally had some industry, but her husband died early, and she alone raised her son. Fortunately, her son was also capable. He was smart since he was a child and had a talent for studying.

Even the teacher in the private school said that he might pass the exam in the future.

Even if he didn't pass the exam, it would be good to be a good person.

The onlookers listened patiently, and many were discussing in secret.

"Could it be that her child forgot his mother after becoming a high-ranking official?"

"Don't tell me, I think it's really possible..."

"But, I feel..."

"The old woman looks honest, maybe we are wrong?"

The old woman did not seem to hear what everyone said, but she still emphasized very seriously: "My son has known since he was a child that it was not easy for me to raise him, and he is very filial to me. He will never do anything ungrateful. I believe in my son."

"My son finally passed the exam, and then went to the capital to take the exam. His wife was worried and followed him. That was fifteen years ago, but until now, my son has not contacted his family!"

"In fact, he sent letters home at the beginning, but in the second year after he left, there was no news from him!"

"I've always been worried at home, but I'm an old woman who has never left the house and can't read, how can I possibly go out?"

"Besides, when my son was leaving, I sold all the valuables in the house and let him take them, because I was afraid that he would be wronged in Beijing."

The old woman cried again.

"Little princess, I know you are a capable person, can you help me calculate where my son is now? And my daughter-in-law. By the way, I remember when my son wrote the last letter, he also said that my daughter-in-law is pregnant, and that he would come home to see me when he settled down here, take me over, and our whole family would live together!"

The old woman's tears fell, and it was obvious that she was very sad.

Everyone couldn't help but persuade the old woman when they heard this.

"Oh, ma'am, please stop looking for him. I feel like your son must have forgotten you a long time ago!"

"That's right. It's not just one or two years, it's been fifteen years. If there was really a chance, your son would have come to find you a long time ago!"

"That's right, you'd better give up on this idea and go home quickly!"

"By the way, do you have any silver on you? If not, I can donate some to you. It's better not to have such a heartless son."

The old woman couldn't help shedding tears when she heard this: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"My son will definitely not be ungrateful. He will definitely remember me!"

"He must have been delayed by something, or encountered some irresistible reasons. We have always depended on each other. I raised him with great difficulty. How could he forget me?"

Some women couldn't help but shed tears. If they were in his shoes, they would also feel very uncomfortable.

"I believe my son will definitely think of me!"

"In fact, it doesn't matter to me whether he can live with him or not. I just want to know that he is living well, and I will be satisfied!"

The old woman cried hoarsely.

At this time, suddenly there was a white handkerchief in front of her.

The old woman raised her head in surprise and saw Yuan Baobao's exquisitely carved little face.

"Little Princess, I have actually been asking around for a long time. I know you are a capable person. I have also been observing you for a long time before I realized that you often come here to drink tea, so I..."

"I'm sorry, little princess, I didn't mean it, but I really have no choice. I just want to know whether my son is dead or alive!"

Yuan Baobao looked at her like this and couldn't help but sighed: "Auntie, I understand your thoughts. You want to see your son, right? But your son..."

"No, don't say that. My son must be alive in this world, right? And my grandson!"

The old woman suddenly covered her ears, obviously not wanting to listen any more.

The onlookers also sighed.

How could they not understand what the little princess said? Obviously the little princess has expressed it very clearly, but for an old woman who has been thinking about her son for fifteen years, it is so cruel.