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While Qiu Shun breathed a sigh of relief, he also sighed. Not to mention the young master, even he himself was unwilling to accept the fact that the little dumpling was dead.
But the body has already been returned, and the facts are right in front of us. Even if we don't want to accept it, we have no choice but to accept it.
But in the current situation, he had no way to persuade Gu Chen, so he could only silently follow behind Gu Chen and leave the hotel.
Seeing that things were not going well, Fu Wen and Liu Hong, without consulting Su Yiqing, were already dutifully apologizing to the guests and seeing them off. They also politely handed out the prepared gifts to each guest, implying that they should keep today's events a secret.
Just after Fu Wen and Liu Hong had seen all the guests off, Old Madam Xiao finally couldn't hold back any longer and collapsed with a thud.
Fang Ning, the aunt who was still immersed in the immense grief of seeing Xiao Ruanruan's body, instantly snapped out of her daze, quickly knelt down, and cried out in panic, "Mom!"
"Xiao Yiyi, come here quickly and see how your grandma is!" Uncle Xiao Shijie also knelt down next to his grandmother and shouted.
Overwhelmed with grief, Xiao Yiyi disregarded everything else and rushed to the side of the old lady. He knelt down, glanced at the old lady's eyes briefly, and immediately began to perform CPR.
Only after the old lady's breathing became smooth did they work with the medical staff to lift her into the ambulance.
The body was temporarily taken to the police station, and everyone from the Su and Xiao families quietly stayed in the old lady's hospital room.
After the old lady woke up, before she could speak, two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks. Old Master Xiao stayed by the old lady's bedside, and his old, aged hand held the old lady's hand tightly.
The old woman pulled her hand away from her husband's, covered her face with her thin, dry hands, and burst into uncontrollable sobs.
When she lost her daughter eight years ago, she almost couldn't bear the pain of losing her child. Even though her family moved abroad to avoid being reminded of her loss, she never recovered from the grief during those years abroad.
It was only after learning that Xiao Ruanruan had returned and that they had gone back to China that she gradually let go of her longing for her daughter, and her health gradually improved.
During the three years that Xiao Ruanruan was missing, everyone believed that she was not dead, and that she was living well somewhere in the world that they had not found. She also believed this.
It was this belief that kept her from collapsing.
Now, the returned body of Xiao Ruanruan has become the last straw that broke her back.
The old lady's suppressed sobs, her face covered, made everyone's hearts clench with pain. Everyone in the room had tears in their eyes, and even Qianqian was quietly wiping away her tears along with her grandmother. Xiao Genggeng, Xiao Jue, Su Xiaowu, and Su Lei also clenched their fists tightly and tensed their bodies to keep their tears from falling.
They didn't cry when they were at the hotel because they all felt that it wasn't Little Softie, but more likely some big bad guy who had plastic surgery to look like Little Softie and sent it to torment them.
However, at this moment, looking at the expressions on the faces of the adults in the room, the younger children had to accept the fact that they had never dared to believe.
Only after Su Lei swallowed all his grief did he tug at Xiao Yiyi's sleeve, lower his voice, and choke out, "Second cousin, have the DNA test results come back yet?"
Xiao Yiyi nodded, "Yes, the DNA sequence is exactly the same as Xiao Ruanruan's."
Xiao Yiyi did not say that the corpse was Xiao Ruanruan, because the DNA of the corpse in the sanatorium was exactly the same as Qin Miaoxian's, but that person was not Qin Miaoxian.
A bone marrow transplant can alter DNA test results.
Sisi also remembered what happened that time. She quickly wiped away the tears on her face, grabbed Feng Xin'er's hand, and asked in a muffled voice, "Sister Xin'er, can you draw what that corpse looked like when it was a child?"
Looking at Qianqian's red and swollen eyes from crying, Feng Xin'er felt a pang of sadness in her own heart, as if a large wad of cotton had been stuffed inside. But she couldn't cry. If she or anyone else here cried, the old man and the children would only be more heartbroken.
She knelt down and picked up Sisi, suppressing her grief, and earnestly explained to Sisi, "Sisi, I can draw what she looked like when she was little."
However, the portrait is drawn based on bone structure. If she had plastic surgery to look like Xiao Ruan Ruan, then her bones would definitely have been shaved down as well. The portrait I draw of her as a child based on her bone structure will look exactly like Xiao Ruan Ruan.
The tears that Sisi had just managed to hold back welled up again. She shook her head desperately and said, "No, no, it's not Xiaoruanruan, it can't be Xiaoruanruan! It definitely can't be Xiaoruanruan!"
Because of Xixi's words and her sudden emotional breakdown, Su Xiaowu couldn't hold back anymore and started crying. Li Mo'er, Feng Xin'er, her aunt, and Mo Mo also silently wiped away their tears.
The old villa in Haicheng where the Su family now lives is deathly silent, and the atmosphere is extremely oppressive.
After waking up that time, the old lady cried herself unconscious again.
After that, he was awake less and asleep more. When he was awake, he would look at and stroke photos of Su Yiqing and their mother, Xiao Ning, or Xiao Ruanruan, while murmuring something to them.
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