The two elders of the Zhao family wiped away their tears silently after hearing the whole story. They felt sorry for their daughter who had suffered alone for so many years. Their real grandson grew up in the countryside, but they treated a stranger like a treasure.

Old Mrs. Zhao looked at Song Weizheng with tears streaming down her face.

In fact, she recognized him just now. They had met by chance once at the Great Wall. At that time, she had silently admired him in her heart, thinking that it would be great if her grandson could be like this young man.

But she didn't expect that her real grandson was right in front of her, but her old eyes were blurry and she couldn't recognize him.

Old Lady Zhao held Song Weizheng's hand and said ashamedly, "Good boy, I have wronged you for so many years. It is because of your uselessness that I did not find you and made you suffer."

Song Wei Zheng was held by the old man's dry but warm hand. His usually calm face showed a little helplessness, and he even stuttered for a moment: "It's okay... It's not a grievance."

Jiang Suinsui watched this heartwarming scene from the side and smiled secretly.

After hearing this, Lin Yuanzhi stood there in a daze, and did not react for a long time.

Old Mrs. Zhao's words brought him back to his senses. Lin Yuanzhi had only noticed Zhao Qinglan before, but now he shifted his gaze to look at Song Weizheng.

He looked at the young and handsome Song Weizhen, whose eyes and brows resembled those of the Zhao family. Suddenly, he was distracted and felt that he looked very familiar.

"Is it you?"

Song Wei Zheng chuckled lightly and did not reply.

Jiang Suishun looked at him curiously. Could it be that they had met before?

Lin Yuanzhi recalled the chance encounter at the bank not long ago. That young man with a very cold temper was actually... Qinglan's son?

No wonder... No wonder he felt that he looked strangely familiar at that time. Now looking again, Song Weizhen and the Zhao family standing together, it is indeed obvious at a glance that they are a family.

Lin Yuanzhi's mind slowly came to its senses and he finally digested this long story. He suddenly realized that if Zhao Jiabao was a fake, then... this Song Weizheng should be his real son!

He suddenly raised his head and stared at Song Weizheng blankly. He wanted to say something, but was speechless because of his cold eyes.

Lin Yuanzhi knew that Song Weizheng probably still remembered the unpleasant encounter in the bank not long ago, so he was not in a good mood towards him.

Lin Yuanzhi felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have done such a thing just to scare the employees and establish his authority.

But it can't be all his fault! What does Song Weizheng look like? He doesn't look like him, nor does he look like Zhao Qinglan. He looks exactly like his uncle Zhao Weiguo!

Whenever Lin Yuanzhi thought of Zhao Weiguo's face, he felt frightened and disgusted, so he subconsciously wanted to embarrass him at that time.

Seeing Song Weizheng's cold face at this moment, Lin Yuanzhi felt so embarrassed.

But... on what basis? He is his father!

Lin Yuanzhi paused, turned to look at Zhao Qinglan, his eyes instantly filled with tenderness: "Qinglan, these years... you have worked hard, our child has grown up so much..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Song Weizheng sneer, and then Zhao Weiguo stepped forward and picked him up, threatening: "Your child is not here. Your precious son is still in the Public Security Bureau waiting for you to go back and save him."

Lin Yuanzhi struggled to free himself from Zhao Weiguo's clutches: "Whether you admit it or not, he is my son. Before Qinglan disappeared, she was already my child. We have been separated for so many years, it was all by accident. From now on, I will treat them well."

Mrs. Zhao sneered, "Lin Yuanzhi, you are getting thicker as you get older. Our Zhao family has long drawn a clear line between us. Qinglan has nothing to do with you, and Qinglan's son has nothing to do with you! Don't forget that you have a wife and children at home. How can you have the nerve to say that you will take care of them?"

Lin Yuanzhi: "Aunt Zhao, blood ties and emotions cannot be severed. Qinglan is the only person I love in my life. Even if we are not together due to some unknown reasons, I will take responsibility. This is a man's responsibility, and my family will understand."

Jiang Suisui was speechless. This scumbag seemed to be so righteous in his behavior. Who knew who was so greedy and unrighteous back then? Now he is so eager to make amends, but how much sincerity is there in his heart?

Lin Yuanzhi ignored Zhao Weiguo's obstruction and actively cast an affectionate look at Zhao Qinglan.

He saw that Song Weizheng was cold and had a bad first impression of him, so it would be difficult to convince him. But Zhao Qinglan was gentle, and whenever he made her angry in the past, he would just coax her a few words, and it must be the same now.

Lin Yuanzhi was full of confidence and looked at Zhao Qinglan affectionately, waiting for her response.

Zhao Qinglan took two steps back when he looked at her, with an embarrassed expression on her face: "I'm sorry... I don't know you."

Lin Yuanzhi was shocked: "Qinglan, I know you have lost your memory, but you can accept your original family, can't you accept me? When you see me, can't you remember our unforgettable love at all?"

Zhao Qinglan frowned, and was very disgusted with the somewhat crazy Lin Yuanzhi: "Family is family, and other people are other people. They are completely different. As for you, I really can't remember anything at all. Please remember that you are a family person and stop talking nonsense."

"Qinglan, how could you forget me so completely?!" Lin Yuanzhi looked gloomy. When he was about to say something else, he suddenly heard a weak voice coming from below, "Mom... this uncle is so scary..."

Zhao Qinglan quickly held Song Yuxue in her arms and patted her: "Little Xue, be good, don't be afraid."

Lin Yuanzhi was stunned for a moment, and pointed at Song Yuxue in disbelief, saying, "Whose child is this? Why is she calling you mom?"

Song Yuxue felt scared when she saw Lin Yuanzhi's face twisted with excitement. She quickly hugged Zhao Qinglan tightly and buried her face in her arms.

Zhao Qinglan said calmly: "She is my child, A Zheng's sister."

Lin Yuanzhi asked with a hint of hope: "Is he... adopted?"

Old Madam Zhao snorted coldly and said, "Look at her face. She looks exactly like Qinglan. How could she be adopted?"

Lin Yuanzhi was speechless when he thought of Song Yuxue's childish but beautiful face, which was indeed 70% similar to Zhao Qinglan.

Zhao Weiguo saw his ugly expression and taunted him, "Lin Yuanzhi, do you think my sister will marry you? And that she will remain faithful to you for so many years? You wish!"

Lin Yuanzhi was deeply shocked at this moment. In his heart, Zhao Qinglan had always been like a mole on his heart. The best years and the most beautiful appearance were all left with him.

He worshipped her like a goddess and cherished her as his own. He also loved their "son" like a treasure and gave him whatever he asked for.

But now he is told that Zhao Qinglan is not only alive, but has already been married and has other children?

Lin Yuanzhi felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Weiguo saw through his thoughts at a glance, sneered, and said lightly: "If you have nothing to do, don't disturb our family reunion. At this time, the Zhao family does not welcome outsiders."

"Mrs. Zhang, please show us around!"

Mother Zhang responded quickly and prepared to send Lin Yuanzhi away.

At this moment, Lin Yuanzhi had forgotten the purpose of his original visit. He was only immersed in the shock that Zhao Qinglan was still alive, and the sadness that she had actually married and had children. He was pulled towards the door by Aunt Zhang.

At this moment, there was a loud knock on the door, as if there was something urgent.

Mother Zhang subconsciously opened the door. As soon as she opened it, before she could see the figure outside clearly, she saw the man rushing in, picking up the things in his hands and starting to beat Lin Yuanzhi who was beside her.

Lin Yuanzhi was unable to dodge and was hit in the face, letting out a scream.

The scene suddenly became heated.

Jiang Suisui sat next to Zhao Qianyun and gossiped in a low voice, "Your house is quite lively today."

Zhao Qianyun also felt that the excitement was a bit too much, but she still replied: "Cousin, this is your home from now on."

Jiang Suisui: “…”

On the other side, Lin Yuanzhi, who had been beaten up, finally raised his head and saw the man's face clearly. He couldn't help but yelled, "Qian Meilin! What the hell are you doing here?!"

The person who came was Lin Yuanzhi's wife Qian Meilin. She seemed to be extremely angry and didn't care about her appearance. She laughed and said, "Lin Yuanzhi, you are so good! You dared to secretly embezzle our Qian family's money! Is it my indulgence over the years that gave you the courage?"

Lin Yuanzhi's angry face froze, and he could no longer hold back his anger. He whispered awkwardly, "Meilin, what are you talking about? I don't understand... Forget it, there are some things we can talk about when we get back. This is someone else's home, let's not make a fuss here. Come on, follow me home."

Lin Yuanzhi pulled Qian Meilin out, but Qian Meilin pushed him away. She shook the account book she had just used to hit him, and sneered, "If I hadn't accidentally seen the account book, I wouldn't have known that so much of our money in your bank had been misappropriated! You're awesome!"

"You also know that this is someone else's house. Why do you come to someone else's house when you have your own home to go back to? And you are still thinking about your deceased--" Qian Meilin scanned the people in the room while speaking, but suddenly stopped when she saw someone in the middle.

She looked at him twice in disbelief and murmured, "...Zhao Qinglan? No, it's impossible...Who are you? Why do you look so much like Zhao Qinglan?"

Qian Meilin glanced at Lin Yuanzhi and said, "No wonder you suddenly came to the Zhao family. What's the matter? Are you attracted to another woman who looks like Zhao Qinglan?"

Zhao Weiguo said coldly, "Mrs. Lin, take your husband away and don't make trouble in our Zhao family. No one in the Zhao family has anything to do with your Lin family or Qian family!"

Qian Meilin snorted coldly and said, "It doesn't matter? Why do you say it doesn't matter? If it doesn't matter, how do you account for the fact that Zhao Jiabao took so much money from Lin Yuanzhi?"

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhao was very disappointed and said, "This good-for-nothing! I have known him since childhood, and he is secretly in contact with Lin Yuanzhi!"

Mr. Zhao patted her on the shoulder and said to Qian Meilin, "Zhao Jiabao is not our child. His private dealings with Lin Yuanzhi have been kept secret from us. If you want to settle the score, you and Lin Yuanzhi can go home and settle it, or go to the Public Security Bureau to find Zhao Jiabao. For other matters, I'm sorry that our Zhao family cannot accompany you."