Wen Shiyu smiled and said, "Xiao Qin is a good kid. I wonder when I'll be able to meet him again."
During this time, she heard Luo Qingming talk a lot about Qin Yushen and had a very good impression of the child.
Wen Mo, on the other hand, has always harbored deep hostility towards Qin Yu.
"Whether someone is a good child or not, you'll only know after you meet them. Who knows if they're two-faced?"
He still believes more in what he sees.
More importantly, he needed to thoroughly investigate Qin Yushen's family background. If his family wasn't good people, then he would have to resort to other means.
Having learned his lesson the hard way about family matters, he was more cautious than anyone else.
He couldn't easily compromise on something that concerned his daughter's lifelong happiness.
If anyone else had said this, Lin Xiaoxiao would have been angry long ago, but since it was Wen Mo who said it, she knew he was doing it for her own good.
She said earnestly, "Dad, Qin Yushen is not a two-faced person. You'll know once you meet him."
"He's fine."
So don't say things like that before you get to know him.
Luo Qingming also said, "My brother-in-law is a very good person."
Wen Mo knew that his words were inappropriate, especially in front of his daughter.
As the saying goes, one should not comment without knowing the whole story.
He patted her head irritably, "Daddy knows."
You brat, you're always siding with outsiders.
"Don't pat our daughter's head." Wen Shiyu patted the back of his hand. Why was he so cheeky?
“That’s right, that’s right,” Lin Xiaoxiao agreed.
Seeing Wen Mo's distressed expression, she grabbed his arm and shook it, "I know Dad is worried about Qin Yushen, but it's for my own good. Thank you, Dad."
Wen Mo's loving fatherly heart was instantly soothed.
His daughter understands him.
She's such a good daughter to her father.
Seeing his sudden beaming smile, Lin Xiaoxiao and the other two exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh.
Oh, she's so easy to coax.
In the evening, after Uncle returned from visiting his old friends, everyone ate dumplings together.
The uncle hadn't eaten this for many years, and after taking a bite, he kept nodding, "Delicious, delicious, Xiao Ming's cooking is really good."
After dinner, we sat in the living room and discussed going to pay respects to Wen Jiarong the next day.
"Have you bought everything?" Uncle asked Wenmo.
Wen Mo nodded, "I went to buy it early this morning."
He bought paper money, incense, and candles, and it took him several rounds to buy them all.
Because of the campaign to destroy the Four Olds, traditional folk activities such as burning incense and paper money and worshipping ancestors and gods were all considered feudal superstitions, and all the shops that produced such items were closed down.
But where there's a policy, there's a countermeasure. If you can't sell openly, you can't sell secretly either.
During festivals and holidays, many people secretly offer sacrifices.
"That's good." The uncle nodded. "Tomorrow we'll go to the cemetery first, then the old house. Get a good rest tonight."
"good."
The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the car headed towards the cemetery.
The cemetery is located on a hillside in the suburbs, surrounded by walls, and contains only one grave.
Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, this land belonged to the Wen family. Wen Jiarong was buried here after his death. Given Wen Jiarong's influence during his lifetime, the government protected this land and did not allow anyone to enter.
The purpose of this was to prevent someone from breaking into the tomb and robbing it.
In fact, countless people have had this idea over the years.
Wen Jiarong has roamed the four provinces of East China for so many years, accumulating a fortune that rivals that of a nation. After his death, there will surely be burial goods, and many people want to dig up his tomb to become rich overnight.
State protection is limited.
The reason Wen Jiarong's tomb was not robbed was because his uncle sent people to protect it.
Anyone who dared to take action paid the price.
The outskirts were desolate, but the cemetery was well-maintained, with no weeds growing, and the tombstones were inscribed with epitaphs and names.
“Father…” Wen Shiyu knelt down in front of the tombstone, tears streaming down her face.
More than 20 years have passed since her father passed away, and only now has she returned to see him.
It was her, as a daughter, who was unfilial.
Wen Mo knelt down beside her, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with sorrow and longing.
The arrogant, unrestrained, free-spirited, and loyal man in my memory eventually turned into a handful of dust in the torrent of the times.
"Father, I've brought Shiyu back to see you. You said you trusted me and entrusted Shiyu to me, but I..."
"In the end, I still failed to live up to your expectations."
If he hadn't trusted those so-called fathers and brothers too much, he wouldn't have lost his two children, causing Shiyu to experience the pain of separation from her own flesh and blood right after giving birth, and almost crying herself blind.
He felt guilty for betraying his father-in-law's trust.
"Don't say that," Wen Shiyu said, holding his hand. "This isn't your fault."
The only mistake was that people's hearts are unpredictable.
The uncle sat in a wheelchair with bodyguards standing behind him. His gaze was on the tombstone, but his eyes were not focused as he was lost in memories.
After Wen Mo and Wen Shiyu finished speaking, the two stood up and led Lin Xiaoxiao and Luo Qingming forward.
"Come on, kowtow to your grandfather."
Luo Qingming knelt down without hesitation, but Lin Xiaoxiao was about to kneel down when Wen Mo and Wen Shiyu stopped her.
"You have a baby in your belly, so you can just stand up."
"It's okay, she's still young, it won't affect anything." Lin Xiaoxiao glanced at her belly. A six-month-old belly isn't big. It's just a kowtow, it won't affect anything.
Moreover, her maternal grandfather is buried here, and it is essential to kowtow to the deceased elder.
He then quickly knelt down and kowtowed three times.
Uncle touched the tombstone and thought to himself, "Brother Rong, I haven't let you down, have I? I don't need to worry about Xiaoyu for the rest of her life. Your two grandsons are no ordinary people. You can rest in peace now."
A breeze brushed across everyone's faces, bringing with it the scent of old friends.
Wen Shiyu couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and after the initial shock, her uncle's eyes also reddened.
A hint of surprise flashed across Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes, and she closed them, calling out "King Yama" a few times.
"What do you want to ask now?" The King of Hell was busy with the arrangements for the upcoming Ghost Festival, and the question immediately popped into Lin Xiaoxiao's mind.
Lin Xiaoxiao asked him about Wen Jiarong's reincarnation.
"Wen Jiarong?" Upon hearing this name, Yama didn't even need to think before saying, "He has accumulated great merit and has just entered the path of immortals."
"Just now?" Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes widened.
“Yes,” said Yama, “He refused to reincarnate for a long time and even took a job in the underworld. He just passed away.”
In a corner where Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't see, Yan Wang wiped the sweat from his brow.
Good heavens, if he doesn't reincarnate soon, he'll steal his place as the King of Hell.
That guy is a complete freak.
Lin Xiaoxiao is a little pervert.
The two are remarkably similar in personality and style.
Lin Xiaoxiao twirled her fingers. "You mean... does he know I took over his granddaughter's body?"
King Yama chuckled twice, "Of course I know, how could I not know? He's got a granddaughter out of nowhere, he's thrilled."
For some reason, Lin Xiaoxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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