The old lady and Master Chang were both lost in their memories, and they both sighed in unison, with Master Chang looking particularly somber.
"They don't look alike. Miss Nianci is gentle, while this little girl is strong-willed. They just look a bit alike and happen to be wearing red dresses."
Master Chang smiled and pointed out the difference between the two: "Now the old lady is in very poor health and can't often recall the past. Most of the past memories are sad, and there are very few happy ones!"
The old lady nodded in agreement, "Yes, Nianci was too weak. If she had been stronger, her family wouldn't have been destroyed..."
"Let's not think about the past anymore, let's look forward!"
Master Chang interrupted the old lady's reminiscence. Miss Nianci's situation was too tragic, and he couldn't let the old lady be saddened any further. Even he couldn't help but feel sad whenever he thought of Miss Nianci.
Such a kind Miss Nianci, yet she received no good reward!
Heaven has no eyes!
The old lady sighed deeply. "Don't worry, I've come to terms with it. Nianci's death is a relief. I only hate that heartless man. How could I let him live? Nianci and Mingcheng are both gone, and Mingcheng couldn't even leave an heir. My heart aches... How can I tell Nianci when I see her in the future..."
"Madam, you were barely able to protect yourself back then, Miss Nianci won't blame you. Blame only on that damned heaven!" Master Chang cursed bitterly.
After talking for so long, the old lady looked tired and was in a bad mood. Master Chang was very worried, so he and Xiao Li pushed the old lady back home.
The villa they entered was right next to the one Ye Qingqing had just pointed out, but the one where the old lady lived was a bit larger.
A plaque hung in front of the iron gate—
Sangzhai
Ye Qingqing remained silent throughout the journey, unlike her lively demeanor on the way there. Lu Mo stole several glances at her, noticing her listless appearance, which made him somewhat worried.
"Lu Mo, have you ever met my mother?" Ye Qingqing suddenly asked.
Lu Mo was taken aback. Why was he suddenly asking about Xu Yali? He thought for a moment and replied, "Of course I've met her. Your mother used to bring you to my grandfather's house often."
"What kind of person is my mother?" Ye Qingqing asked again.
She only remembered Xu Yali's sadness and sorrow. The deepest memories were of Xu Yali's crying in the middle of the night and the scene in the ward before Xu Yali died.
Bright red blood, and a deathly pale face.
Lu Mo sensed Ye Qingqing's sadness and knew that she must be missing Xu Yali. His heart softened. This girl must have missed her deceased mother because she saw the house on Wushan Road!
If he had known Ye Qingqing had a house here, he would have taken the girl to the other small house. He bought two houses in total, one is a big house here, and the other is a bit small and is in a large courtyard, where there are more people living, so it is not as quiet as the one on Wushan Road.
"Aunt Xu is very pretty, but she doesn't smile much. My mom says she's very smart."
Lu Mo gave a brief summary. In fact, Lin Shufang's original words were that Xu Yali was a bit deep-thinking and wouldn't say many things, not even to Grandpa Lu. As for the matter of property, he and his mother knew nothing about it.
Even Grandpa Lu probably doesn't know that Xu Yali didn't tell anyone about such a big thing; she's really quite shrewd.
Ye Qingqing murmured, "My mom cries a lot, she always cries alone in the middle of the night. Even though she doesn't like my dad, she's always worried about him. It's so strange!"
Lu Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked what was going on.
Ye Qingqing repeated what Xu Yali often said when she was little: "My dad is stronger than an ox, how could he be bad? It's really strange!"
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