When Jiang Shan returned from the Chamber of Commerce, he stopped by the government office and picked up Fu Qiyuan along.
As they approached the shop entrance, Jiang Shan suddenly clutched his chest, frowning, and said, "Why is my heart beating so fast?"
Fu Qiyuan readily reached out and covered Jiang Shan's hand, saying calmly, "He is quite happy. Could it be that Huai'er picked up something and took it back again?"
Jiang Shan couldn't sit still any longer. Before the carriage had even come to a complete stop, she lifted her skirt and hurriedly got off, running upstairs without looking back.
Jiang Huai never dared to bring the people he picked up back to the Jiang residence, only to the shop.
From the first to the third floor, Jiang Shan clearly sensed an unusual and eerie atmosphere.
Upon arriving at the entrance to the reception room, a great deal of noise could be heard coming from inside.
Jiang Shan pushed the door open forcefully and roared, "Jiang Huai, what kind of person have you brought back this time... Mother!"
The room is so lively!
Jiang Huai snuggled in Jiao's mother's arms, eating the melon seeds that Mr. Xunmei peeled for him and drinking the juice that Madam Wu handed to his mouth, acting more like an ancestor than an ancestor himself.
Jiang Shan walked up to Master Wu and Madam Wu, bowed, and asked, "Mother, Master Wu, Madam Wu, what brings you here? Why didn't you tell me beforehand so I could have come to pick you up?"
Jiao's mother smiled lovingly and said, "If I hadn't come, how could I have reunited with your maternal grandfather?"
"Huh? What did you say? Grandfather?" Jiang Shan looked around the room, searching for someone who looked like his grandfather.
Then, she saw something in Saburo's eyes.
Jiang Shan gasped, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Jiao's mother's face and Mr. Xunmei's face several times. He quickly knelt down in front of Mr. Xunmei, kowtowed, and called out, "Grandfather!"
Mr. Xunmei was overjoyed. He quickly helped Jiangshan up and said with a smile, "Heaven has eyes! Not only have I found my daughter, but I've also gained two such well-behaved and clever grandsons. I have no regrets in this life, hahaha!"
Outside the door, Fu Qiyuan stared blankly at Jiao's mother's infinitely joyful smile. He felt a bitter, astringent, and sour feeling in his heart, as if his brain had been hit hard and was about to explode.
His adoptive mother, who was incredibly kind to him and whose love for him was as deep as the sea; his adoptive mother, who was forced to leave home by his birth mother and separated from her son for twenty years; his adoptive mother, who repaid evil with kindness and raised the son of her enemy with great hardship...
“Mother…!” Fu Qiyuan bent over in pain, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
"Brother!" Sanlang, with his sharp eyes, saw Fu Qiyuan fall down and rushed over to hug him.
"Yan'er!" Madam Jiao exclaimed in surprise, nearly dropping Jiang Huai from her arms.
"Go quickly and fetch a doctor!" Jiang Shan's expression changed slightly as he gripped Fu Qiyuan's hand tightly.
Fu Qiyuan suddenly fainted, leaving everyone present at a loss.
Fu Shu didn't know why Fu Qiyuan had fainted until the doctor diagnosed it and he realized that it was due to the recurrence of an old ailment.
Jiang Shan witnessed the interaction between the doctor and Jiao's mother, and his heart gradually sank.
After seeing the doctor off, Jiang Shan returned to his room alone.
There's no need to doubt anything anymore. Seeing how worried Mother and Sanlang are, Fu Qiyuan must be Jiao Yanwu!
Her mother and Sanlang both knew, even her maternal grandfather knew, but she was the only one kept in the dark like a fool!
I'm very angry and furious, but I don't know where to vent it!
Inside the house, Jiao's mother looked at Fu Qiyuan's pale face with concern and said with annoyance, "Yan'er knows about the grudge between me and his mother, and he can't accept it for a while. He must be suffering a lot."
Mr. Xunmei comforted him, saying, "Sooner or later he will find out what his biological mother did to you. This is something he, as a son, must face and bear."
Jiao's mother smiled bitterly, "Over the years, although I no longer hold a grudge, I have never truly let go. Whenever I think of my parents, I cannot suppress the hatred in my heart. As long as this thorn remains, I dare not return to the capital to see my mother. In the end, it is because I am too cowardly and incompetent!"
Mr. Xunmei shook his head and sighed, "I really didn't expect that you could raise Yan'er by your side. How did you manage to bring him to Yuzhou in the first place?"
Jiao's mother looked bitter and said helplessly, "Father, if I said that I found Yan'er in Lingyin Temple, would you believe me?"
Mr. Xunmei was shocked: "What? Cheng Lan actually abandoned the child in the temple? She said the child was stolen, and Fu Ting actually believed it... How could there be such a heartless mother in this world!"
Mrs. Jiao shook her head and said heavily, "When my daughter found Yan'er, he was very ill. Even the doctor said he couldn't be saved! After all, he is Fu Ting's son and has the blood of our Cheng family in his veins. My daughter was unwilling to give up and kept taking that child around to seek medical treatment. In the end, we managed to save him!"
She paused for a moment, then continued, "My poor husband worked himself to the bone to earn money for our child's medical treatment, and died young!"
Mr. Xunmei silently wiped away his tears and said in a hoarse voice, "I owe you all too much. Once things are settled here, you should come home with me! I will take Sanlang back to the capital. I will make sure your child makes a name for himself and becomes a person of high standing, to comfort your husband's spirit in heaven!"
Jiao's mother nodded silently, buried her head in Mr. Xunmei's arms, and tears streamed down her face.
Jiang Shan locked himself in his room for two days, and on the third day, he took the initiative to go to Jiao's mother.
Jiao's mother was having breakfast with Jiang Huai when she saw Jiang Shan and handed him the half-eaten shumai that Jiang Huai hadn't finished.
Jiang Shan choked, then turned his head away in protest, "I don't eat leftovers!"
Jiang Huai then scooped a spoonful of egg yolk cheese from his own bowl and tremblingly handed it over.
Although Jiang Shan still looked down on it, he didn't refuse this time.
"There's also noodle soup in the kitchen, with a three-delicacy flavor."
Jiang Shan stood up and silently went to the kitchen.
A moment later, he returned carrying a bowl of noodle soup.
Jiang Huai also opened his mouth to eat, and the mother and son shared a bowl of noodle soup, taking turns eating bites.
After they had almost finished eating, Jiang Huai took control of the spoon, and Jiang Shan, with his mouth free, asked, "Mother, why didn't you tell me that Fu Qiyuan was Jiao Yan?"
Jiao's mother wiped the soup stains from Jiang Huai's mouth and said dismissively, "Do you care? What difference does it make whether I tell you or not?"
"?" Jiang Shan's fox-like eyes widened as he looked at Jiao's mother in disbelief.
Without looking up, Jiao's mother said, "Didn't you also lose your memory? Ever since you were rescued after being thrown into the pond, do you still remember anything from before? Do you still remember Yan'er?"
Jiang Shan silently snatched the soup bowl from Jiang Huai and, ignoring his son's protests, drank the rest of the soup in one gulp.
"I'm full, I'll go check on him."
Jiang Huai also slipped down from Jiao's mother's arms and followed Jiang Shan outside with his short legs.
Jiao's mother smiled and shook her head, then began to eat the remaining breakfast on the table.
Just as they reached the door, Jiang Huai suddenly grabbed Jiang Shan's hand and said bitterly, "Mother, Father is dead! Huai'er has no father anymore!"
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