Seeing that Old Madam Dong was angry, Dong Wenyu was overjoyed; her chance had finally come.
"Perhaps Ye Zhizhou is more likable. My uncle really likes her and even booked a room for her at the hotel so she could stay with her classmates. I have to pay to stay at my uncle's hotel, but Ye Zhizhou doesn't have to pay."
Grandma Dong felt very uncomfortable. Her son hadn't wanted to see her for years, yet he cared so much about his niece Ye Zhizhou, whom he hadn't seen for over a decade.
She felt resentful.
"Grandma, don't be angry. Uncle must be doing this because of Aunt Xinqi. He has always cared about Aunt Xinqi and doesn't let anyone mention her."
Dong Xinqi is not only Dong Xinhui's Achilles' heel, but also the Achilles' heel of Old Mrs. Dong. She can't stand hearing anything from this daughter who has been dead for many years.
"Alright, that's enough!"
Grandma Dong slammed her foot into the ground, her chest heaving with anger.
Dong Xinhao happened to return and saw this scene. He hurriedly and cautiously asked, "Auntie, what's wrong? Who made you angry?"
Dong Wenyu embellished the story by repeating Dong Xinhui's Weibo post, and Dong Xinhao understood.
“Auntie, Xinhui doesn’t really care about our family. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have the heart not to come and see you. Don’t worry, Wenyu and I will always stay with you and make sure you’re not lonely.”
His greatest skill is comforting people, especially those like Grandma Dong who are lonely and have no one to accompany them.
For the first time, Old Mrs. Dong didn't buy his act and angrily said, "What do you know? How could Xinhui not care about me, his mother? He's my own son, and the things between us are none of your business!"
After she finished speaking, she leaned on her cane and shakily got up and walked upstairs.
Dong Xinhao and Dong Wenyu exchanged a glance, both knowing that Old Madam Dong was truly angry, and tacitly remained silent.
Although Old Mrs. Dong didn't say anything on the surface, that thorn had already been planted in her heart. After going upstairs, she made a phone call and asked someone to investigate information about Ye Zhizhou.
Her team worked very quickly, sending all the materials to her email in less than half an hour.
Elderly people of Mrs. Dong's age generally don't use email, but in order to take care of the Dong family business, she has always insisted on engaging in new things so as not to fall behind others.
Upon opening her email, the first thing she saw was Ye Zhizhou's current photo. In the photo, Ye Zhizhou was wearing a school uniform, standing in the sunlight, taking graduation photos with his classmates.
As she looked at him, tears suddenly streamed down her face, because Ye Zhizhou looked so much like her deceased daughter.
It was as if Dong Xinqi had stood before her, so vibrant and beautiful.
It's just a pity that my daughter is gone.
This sadness only lasted for a moment before she quickly calmed down and looked up other information about Ye Zhizhou. After learning that Ye Zhizhou could actually play the piano, she thought of her daughter again.
"Grandma, have a glass of milk."
Just then, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and Dong Wenyu spoke from the doorway.
Grandma Dong quickly minimized the email and wiped away her tears. "Come in."
Dong Wenyu brought in the milk and gently placed it on the table.
"Grandma, it's all over Weibo now. People are saying that Ye Zhizhou is really lucky. He'll probably inherit the Dong and Ye families' wealth and become a winner in life."
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