Her beloved grandson was woken up by her loud voice.
Startled, she burst into tears.
Lin Xiaoxiao quickly picked her up and comforted her, "Sweetie, Mommy's here, don't be afraid."
Qin Yu frowned and glanced at He Meng with displeasure, but his attention was more focused on his son, soothingly stroking his head.
With her parents' gentle coaxing, An'an gradually stopped crying, but she was still sobbing softly.
They look so pitiful.
"Why is An'an crying?" Wen Mo and Wen Shiyu heard the crying from outside the door and hurried in.
Upon seeing the two unfamiliar people in the courtyard, the two glanced at each other and headed straight for An'an.
"Oh, poor thing, let Grandpa hold you." Wen Mo's heart clenched when he saw the tear stains on An An's face, and he reached out to pick up the little one.
Wen Shiyu was also watching from the side.
The two of them would come over every day to play with An'an, and An'an was very familiar with the smell of her maternal grandparents.
So she didn't cry, but instead clung tightly to her grandfather's clothes, buried her face in his arms, and her little body twitched.
"Is An'an frightened?" Wen Mo could tell at a glance that it wasn't just ordinary crying.
He glanced sharply at He Meng and Zhou Mingmei, but asked Lin Xiaoxiao and Qin Yushen instead.
"Hmm." Lin Xiaoxiao didn't say much, but it seemed like she said everything.
Wen Mo stopped talking, carrying An An and walking around the yard, teasing him with a smile. Ali, who had been sunbathing on the wall, also stood up.
“Look at the cat…” Wen Mo turned around so that An An could see the fox on the wall.
When its little owner looked over, Ahri did a backflip.
An An finally smiled, making "ah ah ah" sounds, and stretched her hand towards Ah Li.
Ahri diligently performed her acrobatics to make her little owner laugh. After a few minutes, she was so tired that she leaned against the wall, panting with her tongue hanging out.
Playing with human babies is also a very tiring thing for cats.
"Xiao Qin, who are these two?" Wen Shiyu, who was in the pavilion, carefully looked He Meng over and saw that she resembled Qin Yushen. She had a general idea of who she was.
But I still asked Qin Yushen.
Qin Yushen picked up a teacup. "She is my mother, and the one next to her is her second daughter-in-law."
"Mom, have some water." After filling the glass, she pushed it in front of Wen Shiyu.
"Thanks."
Wen Shiyu looked at He Meng with a smile, "So you're my mother-in-law, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please sit down and let's talk."
As he spoke, he pointed to the spot opposite.
He Meng was stunned the moment Wen Mo and Wen Shiyu stepped into the courtyard.
His eyes widened like saucers, filled with disbelief, and his expression froze, as if struck by lightning.
"You...you...aren't you the fourth daughter-in-law of the Lu family?"
Wen Shiyu blinked her beautiful eyes, "Does your mother-in-law know me?"
He Meng's lips curled down. How could she not recognize her? Back then, when Wen Shiyu followed Lu Mo to the capital, her stunning beauty and extraordinary temperament captivated many people at first sight.
She was a noble lady from a wealthy family, a shining pearl hidden deep within a grand mansion, radiating an innate brilliance that amazed anyone who saw her from afar.
Wen Jiarong's only daughter was naturally pampered and spoiled as she grew up.
Every move she made exuded wealth and elegance.
Even now, in her middle age, her stunning beauty remains unchanged; time has only added to her unique charm.
He Meng looked at Wen Shiyu, a hint of dazedness in the depths of her eyes.
She remembered the first time she met Wen Shiyu, also in Beijing. At that time, Zhao Weiguo was a division commander living in a military compound. He heard that the fourth son of the Lu family had brought his wife back, so she went to see her out of curiosity.
On the dull, gray street, a beautiful woman in a light green cheongsam walked gracefully towards the street. Her eyes sparkled, her steps were light and graceful, her black hair flowed like a waterfall, and her appearance was so exquisite that it was mesmerizing.
For the first time, He Meng believed that there really were people who could be as beautiful as a painting.
She is like a woman who stepped out of a painting, not belonging to this dreary era, someone people can only look up to but can never reach.
Because of Wen Shiyu, He Meng fell in love with cheongsams and their elegant temperament.
So in the days that followed, she became obsessed with becoming like Wen Shiyu—rich, beautiful, and lively.
Over the years, she has only learned the three-part form, but has never been able to cultivate that unique and charming temperament.
Coincidentally, Wen Shiyu was also wearing a cheongsam today.
The short-sleeved style is very cool to wear, and it is quite comfortable in this hot summer.
He Meng looked at her with complicated emotions. How could someone drink water in such a special way? Every move she made made her envious and longing.
"Mother-in-law?" Wen Shiyu felt that the way the woman was looking at her was a little strange, so she couldn't help but call out to her twice.
"Huh?" He Meng snapped out of her reverie. "Sorry, I was daydreaming."
Wen Shiyu smiled and said, "Sit down and let's talk."
He Meng nodded.
"An'an is asleep." In just a short while, Wen Mo had coaxed An'an to sleep.
Qin Yushen quickly took the baby and carried him into the house.
Wen Mo then sat down in Qin Yushen's seat, with Lin Xiaoxiao and Wen Shiyu on either side. He took a sip of water from Wen Shiyu's glass and said, "Girl, your cat is quite intelligent. It even knows how to make An'an laugh. Where did you find it?"
Lin Xiaoxiao propped her head up with her hand, "If I said it came here by itself, would Dad believe me?"
"I believe you." Wen Mo patted her head. "Dad believes everything you say."
Lin Xiaoxiao smiled and shook her head.
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