"We will take this mother and son to No. 6 Wutong Lane to settle their private affairs. It's up to you whether you want to report to the police or not."
After Qian Xiaolan finished speaking, she and Gu Yanqing each took one of them and went back to their grandfather's house.
Everyone looked at their departing backs, and after a long pause, they exclaimed:
"Isn't No. 6 Wutong Lane the Rong family's house?"
"Which Rong family?"
"It's the Rong family, which has been passed down for a hundred years since the founding of the country. It's very, very wealthy."
"Oh, I see. I heard that the Rong family donated a large amount of money and medicine to our army during the war.
Later, he donated all his property to the country, leaving only a few houses. "
"The Rong family is really righteous, but none of their family members object?"
"I object, of course. Why not? It is said that the other branches of the Rong family have fled abroad, and only the head of the family has stayed."
"Hey, what's the use of the Rong family having so much money?
He was a poor man. His wife gave birth to twin sons and a daughter for him.
However, the twin sons were kidnapped and extorted when they were eight years old. They gave money but the children were never found.
His wife could not bear the blow and fell ill. She passed away soon after.
He loved his wife deeply and had no intention of remarrying, so he devoted himself to raising his little daughter.
"Fortunately, this little girl is very smart and talented in medicine. She was selected by the country at the age of 20 to study abroad. She is now the director of a military hospital."
"Ah, it turns out that Director Rong of the military hospital is the daughter of this Rong family!
But isn’t she Mr. Qian’s daughter-in-law?
Oh, I see, it turns out these two are relatives!"
“Yes, it is said that No. 6 Wutong Lane is the house that Mr. Rong left for his granddaughter.
Unfortunately, his granddaughter was stolen away at birth."
Everyone was moved when they heard this, and suddenly someone exclaimed:
"I remember that the Qian family's lost child was born in 1959 and is now a little over 18 years old. Do you think the girl just now is the lost child?"
"Ah? That's impossible, right? If she is really the granddaughter of the Qian family, how dare she hit Qian Jingtong? After all, she is her aunt."
Someone who knew about this sneered: "I would beat up an aunt like that too."
"Eh? What's going on? Is there any hidden story behind this?"
…
While the onlookers were enjoying the melon, Qian Xiaolan and her partner had already dragged the mother and son into the yard.
Gu Yanqing turned around and locked the door, then leaned against it, completely blocking Qian Jingtong's escape route.
Qian Jingtong was very angry, but at this time she was also a little afraid and did not dare to curse recklessly anymore.
He just hugged the child and asked through gritted teeth:
"Who are you? What do you want to do by arresting us?"
Qian Xiaolan glanced at her and didn't want to help her at all. She went to meet Mr. Rong who came out after hearing the noise.
"Grandpa, you haven't recovered from your illness yet, why did you run out?"
Old Master Rong waved his hand and looked at Qian Jingtong and his son in the courtyard:
"Who are they and what are you doing bringing them home?"
Qian Xiaolan helped the old man sit down on a stool in the yard, "Grandpa, take a closer look at this woman. Does she look familiar?"
Mr. Rong squinted his eyes for a while, and his face darkened:
"Lanlan, why did you bring this kind of garbage home?
Throw her out quickly, or she will dirty our house."
"You old man, who are you calling trash?
I was wondering why this little bitch was so uneducated, and it turns out that the old man is the same, no wonder!"
Qian Jingtong said without thinking, she had just stared at the old man for a while and didn't recognize him at all.
Anyone she doesn't know must not be an important person.
Old Master Rong was so angry that he laughed. He looked up at Gu Yanqing and said, "Yanqing, go to the phone booth and call your grandfather and parents and ask them to come over."
Gu Yanqing looked at the fighting power of both sides, pulled the naughty kid out, and locked the door from the outside.
Seeing Qian Jingtong's angry and disdainful expression, Qian Xiaolan said in a cold voice:
"Open your dog eyes and see clearly. Do you really not know my grandpa?"
Qian Jingtong opened his mouth to refute, but after taking a closer look, he seemed to be a little familiar.
After a long while, she asked uncertainly: "Rong, Uncle Rong?"
"Humph! I don't deserve to be called uncle!"
Mr. Rong turned his head away with disgust on his face.
Qian Jingtong confirmed the identity of Mr. Rong, with a complicated expression, "Why has my uncle aged so much?
If you want to reminisce about the past, just come and talk to me. Why did you have to have us kidnapped?"
"Oh, reminiscing about the past? Qian Jingtong, who do you think you are? How can you be so arrogant?"
Hearing Qian Xiaolan's words, Qian Jingtong glared at her in dissatisfaction:
"You bitch, why do you have the right to interrupt us when we are talking?"
"Snap"
A shoe hit Qian Jingtong's mouth accurately.
"Ahhh, you old man, what are you doing? Don't think that I'm giving you face just because I call you uncle!"
Qian Xiaolan sneered: "You don't even have the face, how can you give it to my grandfather?"
"Grandpa? You call him Grandpa?"
Qian Jingtong finally heard clearly what Qian Xiaolan called Mr. Rong, and asked with a distorted expression.
Qian Xiaolan nodded with a half-smile: "Yes, this is my grandpa.
Qian Jingming is my father and Rong Qian is my mother.
I have reunited with my family, are you very disappointed?"
Qian Jingtong couldn't believe it, and stepped back again and again, shouting:
"No, impossible, impossible.
Why can they still find you?
Why are you still alive?
How can you still be alive?"
"You bastard!"
As Qian Jingtong finished speaking, the gate was pushed open and the angry voice of Old Man Qian came in.
"You are worse than a beast! She is your niece!"
--written request for leave--
Good evening, everyone:
I'm sorry that this is all I have to write today.
But there is no way. My daughter poked my ear with a cotton swab yesterday and it bled. It hurts a lot. The X-ray showed severe congestion.
My teeth hurt and one side of my face is twitching. I really can't concentrate on typing.
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January 4, 2024
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