Jiang Jinxiu watched Jiang Jinhua and Gu Xilan chasing and playing in the courtyard, and secretly shook her head.
These two are such a bickering couple; they clearly like each other, but they insist on causing trouble for each other.
"Ah Xiu, when do you think they'll get married?" Mo Caixia asked, holding her daughter Wu Lexin as she watched the farce unfolding in the courtyard.
"Who knows? Let them be." Jiang Jinxiu picked up her teacup, about to take a sip, when she heard a rapid knocking at the door.
"Knock knock knock—"
The knocking was urgent. Jiang Jinxiu put down her teacup. "I'll go check."
Upon opening the door, they found Zhao Guoqiang standing there, his face grave, followed by several uniformed men.
"Big brother, what's wrong?" Jiang Jinxiu's heart tightened.
"Little sister, Grandma asked me to pick you up. She said it's urgent."
Zhao Guoqiang's voice trembled slightly: "About your father's background."
Jiang Jinxiu was stunned: "My father's background?"
Just then, Jiang Junrong came out of the house and paused upon hearing this: "What's your background?"
Zhao Guoqiang looked at Jiang Junrong, then at Jiang Jinxiu: "Uncle, Grandma said... that you might be our Zhao family's long-lost child, and that you are my uncle."
The courtyard fell silent instantly upon hearing this.
Jiang Jinhua stopped chasing Gu Xilan, and everyone looked at Jiang Junrong.
Jiang Junrong looked at him in shock: "What did you say?"
"Dad, are you alright?" Jiang Jinxiu quickly helped her father up.
"I...I'm fine."
Jiang Junrong waved his hand, but his voice was visibly trembling: "How is this possible?"
Zhao Guoqiang pulled a small bundle from his pocket: "Uncle, this is what my grandma asked me to bring. She said that if you really are her son, you will definitely recognize this."
Jiang Junrong took the bundle and opened it with trembling hands.
Inside was a small silver lock and a jade pendant.
Upon seeing these two items, Jiang Junrong felt a moment of dizziness, and tears welled up in his eyes: "This...this is..."
"father?"
Jiang Jinxiu had never seen her father like this before, and she was very flustered.
Jiang Junrong stroked the silver lock, his voice choked with emotion: "I remember now, this is what I wore when I was little, I always thought I had lost it. And this jade pendant, I remember a very gentle woman gave it to me, but I thought it was a dream."
Zhao Guoqiang asked excitedly, "Uncle, do you remember anything?"
Jiang Junrong closed his eyes, trying hard to recall: "I remember... I remember there was a courtyard, a very, very big courtyard. There was also a man, who always held me and watched the goldfish. And... and my brother, who always carried me on his back to play."
"That's my grandfather!"
Zhao Guoqiang's eyes reddened: "The brother you're talking about is my father!"
Jiang Jinxiu was completely confused: "Big brother, what exactly is going on?"
Zhao Guoqiang took a deep breath: "Little sister, actually, Grandma has suspected this for a long time. Ever since she met Uncle, Grandma felt that he looked like someone from our Zhao family. Especially Uncle's eyebrows and eyes, they are exactly the same as my grandfather's when he was young."
“But my father’s surname is Jiang,” Jiang Jinhua added, joining in.
"That's the key."
Zhao Guoqiang said, "Grandma said that during the war, her youngest son got lost while fleeing. My uncle was only three years old at the time and didn't remember anything. But after so many years of inquiries, we pieced together the information and found out that our uncle was probably taken away by a family surnamed Jiang."
Jiang Junrong swayed slightly: "I...I was indeed adopted by the Jiang family. They told me this themselves when we severed ties with them."
"It was only then that I found out I wasn't the Jiang family's biological child."
"Father, it's alright, you still have us." Jiang Jinxiu helped her father sit down and comforted him.
"I thought I would never know about my origins in this lifetime."
Jiang Junrong smiled wryly, "I didn't expect this..."
Just then, the sound of a car came from outside the door again.
A short while later, Grandma Luo came in, supported by Zhou Ying.
As soon as the old lady entered the door, her eyes were fixed on Jiang Junrong.
The moment their eyes met, tears streamed down Grandma Luo's face.
"Xiao Bao...you really are my Xiao Bao..."
Jiang Junrong looked at Grandma Luo and felt a strange sense of closeness.
It was a strange feeling, like a call from a blood relative.
"You...you are really my mother?" Jiang Junrong's voice trembled.
Grandma Luo walked over and stroked Jiang Junrong's face with trembling hands: "You look just like him, so much like him. You look exactly like your father when he was young."
Are you sure I'm really your son?
Grandma Luo choked up as she said, "You are my son. Your nickname is Zhao Xiaobao, and your full name is Zhao Anbang. You are a child of our Zhao family."
Jiang Jinxiu felt a mix of emotions upon hearing this.
If this is true, then her father is a child of the Zhao family, and she is the Zhao family's granddaughter.
Does that mean she and Zhao Guoqiang are cousins?
"Grandma, are you sure?" Jiang Jinxiu asked.
Grandma Luo nodded: "I'm sure. Besides his appearance, there are these things too. I put this silver lock on him myself, and the jade pendant was passed down from his grandfather. Most importantly..."
The old lady pulled a yellowed photograph from her bosom: "This is a photo of Xiaobao when he was three years old."
Jiang Junrong took the photo and was stunned when he saw the little boy in it.
That face was exactly the same as his childhood self in his memory.
"This...this is really me?"
"Child, do you have a dark, plum blossom-shaped birthmark on the sole of your foot?"
Jiang Junrong didn't care about anything else, he took off his shoes and lifted his feet: "You mean this?"
When Grandma Luo saw the birthmark, her tears flowed even more profusely.
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