"We just received news yesterday afternoon confirming that your mother, Lin Xiangxiang, is my daughter, Ning Yuwan.
Since you are your mother's daughter, you are the blood of our Ning family, so naturally you must recognize your ancestors and return to your roots.
That's why we asked the eldest daughter-in-law to invite you to come over and tell you the whole story.
If you have any thoughts or questions, feel free to tell me now.”
After saying that, Mr. Ning picked up the teacup and started drinking tea.
Yan Ning remained silent after listening to this, and she didn't have any thoughts.
After all, she is not the original owner, Lin Xiangxiang... or rather, Ning Yuwan. Ning Yuwan is not her biological mother, not to mention she has been dead for many years. What can she think now?
After hearing these words, she just treated them as a story.
After a while, Yan Ning said, "How much have you investigated about my mother? My mother grew up in Beijing.
How did the wet nurse return to the capital from Xin'an County with a child?
Is she my mother's adoptive mother? If not, how did my mother get adopted by her adoptive parents?
Old Master Ning turned the Bodhi beads in his hand and said, "It's been a long time, and many things can't be found.
When the Ning family moved away, they sold their property in Beijing, but left a courtyard house in Beijing.
The wet nurse was a daughter of the Ning family and had no relatives in the capital, so she had no choice but to return to the Ning family's house in the capital.
The nanny usually had a lot of reward money on her, so she probably thought of some way to get back to the capital.
All we know is that Yuwan was adopted by a couple who were teachers for unknown reasons when she was a child.
When she grew up, she married a man named Yan Guopu and two years later gave birth to a daughter named Yan Ning, who is you.
Later, when you were six years old, your mother died in an accident..."
At this point, Mr. Ning's voice was choked with sobs, and it seemed that he had not yet recovered from the news of his daughter's death.
Yan Ning suddenly felt her right hand being tightly grasped. She turned her head and saw that Old Madam Ning could no longer control her emotions and was already in tears.
Yan Ning stretched out his left hand and covered Madam Ning's hand, offering her only silent comfort.
No one spoke at the scene, and the atmosphere was a little depressing for a while.
Old Madam Ning held Yan Ning's hand tightly, as if she could get some comfort from her.
Before, when there was no news about Ning Yuwan, they could still comfort themselves that no news was the best news, as at least there was still a glimmer of hope supporting them.
When they later discovered Yan Ning's existence, they were overjoyed. They had never thought that they would have the chance to see their little daughter again in their lifetime.
But when they saw the news from the investigation and learned that their little daughter was no longer alive, the support they had felt in their hearts for many years collapsed.
The guilt, self-blame and regret in the hearts of Mr. Ning and Mrs. Ning suddenly flooded into their hearts.
After a few minutes, Madam Ning calmed down.
She held Yan Ning's hand, her voice choked with sobs, "Good boy, can you tell us about your past?"
Yan Ning nodded slightly, recalling the original owner's memory, and after a few seconds he slowly spoke:
"I don't remember much about my childhood, but I vaguely remember my mother working at a newspaper.
When I was seven years old, she went out to work and was caught in a mudslide and died.
After my mother passed away, my father was too busy with work to take care of me, so he sent me back to live with my grandparents in Jilin Province.
It was not until I entered junior high school that my grandmother asked my father to take me back to Beijing to go to school.
Not long after I returned home, my father remarried and married the daughter of their department leader.
Six months later they had a son, and from then on I lived in someone else's home.
Until early June this year, my father and his family of three passed away in an accident.
I was lucky to escape because I was underage and unemployed.
So I returned to my grandparents’ hometown and lived an ordinary life.”
Yan Ning finished her story in a few words, her tone so calm that it seemed as if she was telling someone else's story.
However, the Ning family heard endless sadness and pity in these plain words.
With a stepmother, there must be a stepfather. As a little girl, she doesn’t know what kind of life she has been living all these years.
Old Madam Ning couldn't help shedding tears again. She looked at Yan Ning with pity, "Poor child, you have to bear such a father and suffer so much.
Fortunately, we have found you now. You will have grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins to love you in the future."
Yan Ning smiled indifferently, "Everything is in the past. Now I am still alive and well, which is the best."
Madam Ning nodded and wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief.
After a while, Yan Ning asked again: "May I see a photo of you when you were young?
They all say I look exactly like you when you were young."
When she came in, she saw a book similar to a photo album on the table, and was curious about what Madam Ning looked like when she was young.
"Of course, I was going to show it to you." Mrs. Ning said as she picked up the photo album on the table.
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