Li Xiyue was very moved. The relationship between Chen Qinghe and his wife truly verified the saying that in the past, transportation was slow and a lifetime was only enough to love one person.
Even if they are separated by life and death, it cannot stop lovers from loving and staying together.
"Chen Yun was given to Shiyun at the cost of her life. It's a pity that the child doesn't look like her mother at all. Instead, she is very similar to Zhang Ma in temperament and appearance. She really looks like whoever raised her." Chen Qinghe shook his head helplessly.
Li Xiyue thought to herself that Chen Qinghe had actually noticed a long time ago that Chen Yun looked like Zhang Ma, but he just didn't think about it in other ways.
If he knew the truth, it would be hard for him to accept it.
The child my wife sacrificed her life for, actually...
"Dean Chen, I heard Ye Tian say before that Chen Yun was given to Zhang Ma to take care of after he was born, is that right?"
Chen Qinghe nodded, "Yes, at that time my beloved wife had just passed away, and I couldn't bear the blow. I couldn't face Chen Yun, so I left her to Zhang Ma to take care of. It wasn't until she was six months old that I slowly got over the grief, and we officially met as father and daughter.
I owe Chen Yun a lot. Later, I was busy with work and had little time to spend with her. Although Zhang Ma was her wet nurse, she spent more time with her than I, her father, did.
That’s why her daughter was so sad when Aunt Zhang passed away.
In the daughter's heart, Aunt Zhang is definitely closer to her than her own biological mother.
Li Xiyue understood. She hadn't seen her biological daughter for half a year. Wouldn't this be a good opportunity for an outsider to switch the daughter?
Although it was confirmed, Li Xiyue remained calm. She chatted about some work and then left.
Before leaving get off work in the afternoon, Lu Yan came back and told Li Xiyue who Chen Yun had contacted. Li Xiyue had an idea of who he had met, so she asked Lu Yan to keep a close eye on these people tomorrow and let her go.
Then she called the Chu family.
The director's office is equipped with a telephone.
It was Aunt Tian who answered the phone, "Yueyue, are you asking about Xiangxiang's situation? Don't worry, she's fine, don't worry."
Li Xiyue smiled and said, "As long as everything is fine, I'm fine. Is Yicheng here? I have something to talk to him about."
"He's here. I'll call him. Wait a moment." Aunt Tian shouted at the top of her voice, "Yicheng, you little brat, come and answer the phone. Yueyue wants to see you."
Quan Yicheng came quickly, "Sister-in-law, what do you want from me?"
"Yicheng, are you free recently?"
"When you are free, sister-in-law, please tell me if you have anything to say."
"Help me keep an eye on someone."
"no problem."
After hanging up the phone, Li Xiyue went home after get off work.
The house was still in chaos. This time it was because Zhuang Le did not light the fire properly, so Zhuang Lao's dishes were not cooked. The master and apprentice started arguing again.
Once you get used to it, it won’t be surprising anymore.
Li Xiyue didn't bother with it this time, letting the old man and the young man deal with it.
While eating, Li Xiyue casually asked, "Master Uncle, you said before that Sister Lele was picked up by a seriously ill boy. Where did he find her?"
"It seemed to be on the street, but it's been so long that I can't remember clearly," said Mr. Zhuang.
Zhuang Le immediately raised his club. "You're getting old, so your memory is failing, right? In a few years, you'll definitely have Alzheimer's."
"Get out." Mr. Zhuang was too lazy to pay attention to her.
Li Xiyue was afraid that they would start arguing again, so she quickly asked, "What season did you pick it up?"
"Winter, oh, yes, it's tomorrow." Mr. Zhuang thought for a while and said.
Li Xiyue asked with a smile: "So, tomorrow is Sister Lele's birthday?"
"I don't know, let's just assume it's tomorrow." Mr. Zhuang shook his head, looking indifferent.
Zhuang Le was furious, "You old fool, how can you be so careless when celebrating your birthday?"
"It's been over twenty years since you've celebrated your birthday." Mr. Zhuang didn't care. "What's the important thing about the date? What's important is that someone celebrates your birthday."
Zhuang Le thought what he said made sense, so he didn't say anything. After a long pause, he asked, "How are you going to celebrate my birthday tomorrow?"
"How do you want to live?" Mr. Zhuang asked.
Zhuang Le thought seriously, "At least a day trip to Beijing and a big meal are needed. I heard that it's popular for foreigners to eat cake on their birthdays..."
"Stop, stop, stop." Old Zhuang interrupted her many unreasonable demands. "Who are you to celebrate such a lavish birthday? Just have a bowl of longevity noodles. Isn't that how we used to celebrate?"
"The past is the past, and the present is the present." Zhuang Le said angrily, "We didn't have a home before, but now we do."
Liao Qingshan said with a smile: "Let's live our lives the way Lele says."
"Yes, tomorrow is the weekend, I will accompany Sister Lele to play around." Li Xiyue also said with a smile.
Zhuang Le immediately laughed, "Then the cake..."
"Yes, yes, yes." Li Xiyue agreed readily, "You can choose it yourself tomorrow and buy whichever one you like."
Zhuang Le cheered, "That's great! Grandpa and my sister are still the best. They are much better than that old man."
"Stupid kid!" Old Zhuang cursed in disgust.
Zhuang Le ignored her and was in a very good mood. She ate dinner happily and took the initiative to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen, which made Mr. Zhuang speak sarcastically to her in the yard.
"It's really rare. And when you take the initiative to work, you are being soft-hearted, aren't you?"
Bang!
A bowl fell out of the kitchen window and broke into pieces.
Zhuang Lao jumped away like a monkey, laughing triumphantly, "I didn't hit you, hahahaha..."
Li Xiyue and Liao Qingshan: "..."
That’s their bowl, another one is broken!
Xiaobai stood in front of his doghouse, feeling lucky that he didn't destroy the house.
It was late at night and the cold wind was howling outside.
Zhuang Le lay in bed, listening to the snoring from the next room, feeling hopeless.
It’s so noisy! The old man’s snoring became even louder after he arrived in Beijing.
Can’t sleep, why not go out for a walk?
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