Grandpa Zhao smiled and said, "I've never seen it before. I've been in Kyoto for two months now, and the weather is very hot. There aren't many activities at the senior university, except for dancing in the morning and evening."
"I only exchanged a few words with your grandma, but I heard that your medicinal wine is good, so I got a craving and came to you for some."
Ke Meiyu pursed her lips slightly. "Do you know Zhao Sangen?"
The old man paused, looked at her, and then at Zhao Fanghua.
Zhao Fanghua felt a strange sense of panic. "Grandpa, I... I just remembered I have something to do, first..."
The old man sneered, "What urgent matter could you possibly have? Sit down and listen."
"Or do you know something?"
Zhao Fanghua quickly shook her head: "What could I possibly know? I'm just afraid that some people might have ulterior motives."
She sat back down on the sofa, realizing she had only scared herself.
She was already five or six years old when she returned to the Zhao family, old enough to remember things. She was indeed entrusted to them by the soldiers, and she was not their biological child. The neighbors all knew that a little girl had suddenly appeared in their family.
Moreover, she was picked up by a trusted confidant sent by the old man, and every step was correct.
So she was just scaring herself.
Zhao Fanghua comforted herself, but then again, being the granddaughter of the Zhao family didn't really bring much happiness. She still had to work hard to make a living and had to carefully budget her food and clothing.
With so many people living in a two-story building, the family members are constantly at odds, arguing all the time, and there is no warmth of family at all.
The only advantage they had was the Zhao family title, which allowed them to enjoy the envy, jealousy, and hatred of outsiders.
She also craved the vanity that came with the Zhao family's title, but she also wanted something more tangible.
When Old Master Zhao heard the three words Ke Meiyu said, his heart trembled violently. "When I was young, especially during the war, everyone called me Zhao Sangen!"
"Because I am the third boy in the Zhao family, the name Zhao Sangen comes down to that. My family used to be superstitious and thought that a lowly life was easier to raise. I was born into a good family, so I chose this name so that I could be on the same side as my comrades."
"No one has brought it up for many years. It's just a few old guys in the Forbidden City who still call me that when they see me."
Ke Meiyu pursed her lips tightly, "I wonder what the birthmark on your granddaughter's left shoulder looks like? Are you sure she was there when she was born?"
Grandpa Zhao nodded seriously: "It's a red butterfly birthmark. The midwife saw it and even pulled the blankets aside to let us see it."
"No, how did you know it was on the left shoulder?"
Ke Meiyu said, "I think you should take some time to visit my grandfather. His name is Ke Xianhong."
After saying that, she turned and left.
Old Master Zhao stood frozen in place, feeling his mind reeling, and a surge of anger welled up inside him.
If things were really as he and Ke Meiyu imagined, then wouldn't he have been a sucker for over twenty years, missing out on spending time with his own granddaughter?
If Ke Meiyu were his own granddaughter, he would probably be willing to pluck the stars from the sky. What use are his last connections if he doesn't use them? Are they waiting to be carried to his coffin or kept vigil and broken pots?
He dares to elevate people to the heavens, and he can also prepare a ladder to heaven in advance so that people don't fall down.
Grandpa Zhao took a deep breath, told the nanny to bring some gifts, and headed to the East Courtyard without delay.
Zhao Fanghua sat blankly in the distance, her mind completely empty. So, fate played a cruel joke on her.
She wasn't actually a child of the Zhao family; she was adopted by them by chance.
I never imagined the world was so small. The Zhao family's own granddaughter came looking for me, and she herself had just revealed to everyone that she had been reunited with the family on the way here...
Zhao Fanghua found it ridiculous; why did things have to be so coincidental?
If they had stayed in the south, they would never have met the real person in their lives. If she hadn't acted impulsively out of jealousy and revealed his family's wealth in front of the guests, who would have known that the old man's name was Zhao Sangen?
It's too late to say anything now. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and knew she was innocent!
She was only five or six years old when she was recognized. Although the old man was busy with work, he still favored her. She didn't know when it started, but the old man treated her the same as everyone else.
I figured she'd grown up and was now family, so she didn't need any special care?
Regardless, although she had lived in the Zhao family for twenty years, there was still kinship between them even though they were not related by blood.
It can't be kicked open just because the Zhao family says so.
She stopped being picky. She was willing to accept a job as a sales clerk at a supply and marketing cooperative if the old man could arrange it for her, as compensation from the Zhao family.
When Ke Meiyu returned home, the weather was just getting warmer. Apart from Ying Yan, who was at the company, all four of her elderly relatives were there.
She looked at Grandpa Ke and Grandma Ke, "Grandpa and Grandma, we might have guests coming to our house later."
"What guests?" The old lady and Mrs. Ke stood up first, and were about to busy themselves with serving fruit and snacks. "Are you eating at home? How many people are there? Are there any dietary restrictions?"
Ke Meiyu shrugged: "My grandfather's old friend, Zhao Sangen."
Upon hearing these three words, both Grandpa Ke and Grandma Ke were taken aback, exchanged a glance, and then became somewhat indignant.
They were heartbroken for their granddaughter.
No one wants to be a pitiful child abandoned by their family, even though her grandfather solemnly entrusted her to their care and gave her a lot of money.
But Zhao Sangen never returned.
Even though the Ke family cherished Ke Meiyu as their own flesh and blood, they still felt sad for her.
If Zhao Sangen were alive, why would he refuse to acknowledge such a beautiful and intelligent girl?
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